*I do so very much apologize for the wait, this whole month has been chaotic. For those that have been reading, I slightly edited the previous chapters so a few things hopefully made a little more sense.
Thank you guy! Happy holidays!
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The door slammed shut behind Arthur, the sound reverberating through a moment of silence. There was something predatory in his eyes as he regarded her disrespectful tone. "You will answer me when I talk to you." He ordered, stepping in towards the table.
Vivian was standing with her back to the Elder's desk, her hands clenching and unclenching into fists. "You know exactly what I'm doing."
He stepped in closer, eyes flashing. "Stealing from your Elder when I've already been merciful enough?"
She scoffed, a look of incredulity plainly written on the Paladin's face. "You stole from me, you son of a bitch, and I intend on getting it back."
"Like you are in any position to try and demand a single thing from me?" Arthur moved in closer still, now within arms reach. He was already getting hard, Vivian looked like she was ready to fight him and he was almost excited to see the fire back in her eyes; Maxson didn't want her broken, she was too valuable to have her soul wiped out. No, she just needed to be loyal to him and him alone.
"I have very little left to lose, Elder. Dignity is beneath me. It has been ever since I watched my life burn two hundred fucking years ago." Vivian stepped in and raised her head, ice cold animosity clear in her glare. "I will do whatever I find necessary to make sure me and my own come out on top in this shithole of a world. This," Vivian gestured to his room with a tilt of her head in a haughty tone. "Is just another minor inconvenience."
Arthur lurched forward with a growl, grabbing Vivian up by her throat. "A 'minor inconvenience'? You're never getting off this damn ship. Not until your dead."
Vivian gritted through her teeth, seemingly letting her body fall limp. "Try me," she hissed, raising her arm quickly and stabbing the screwdriver she had hidden as deep as she could into Maxson's upper chest.
"Little bitch!" he snarled, turning and tossing her into the center table.
Vivian went down hard, slamming her back into the surface and everything on it before the table fell onto it's side, knocking her into the chair before she hit the floor, nearly unmoving.
Arthur took a second to look at the tool stuck in his chest before ripping it out. It was just below his collarbone, and the bleeding didn't seem bad. He was a little thankful she didn't hit anything important but was irritated that she managed to hit where his coat wasn't covering. It pissed him off enough that she had the audacity to even attack him.
Seething as he stormed over to Vivian gasping on the floor, he stood over her. Glass plates, shot glasses and alcohol bottles were shattered around and underneath her, everything else was strewn about with the chair and table on their sides. She was arched in a pain-filled attempted to roll out of the glass, but she was too slow.
Arthur dragged Vivian off of the floor with his fingers wrapped around her throat, whipping her behind him and onto his bed. "Did you really think that was enough to stop me? That was nothing," he growled, flipping a knife out before advancing.
Vivian caught her breath and tried to sit up but Arthur was there, blade pressed against the carotid artery, forcing her back down. With her jaw locked, she glared back into his vicious stare, completely still.
"You have only succeeded in making your life a living hell." Arthur used his free hand to grab the upper part of her uniform and swiftly sliced through the fabric, ripping down the suit to tear it in half.
As soon as the knife was away from her, Vivian kicked and pushed at the Elder, doing whatever she could to get away. "I won't let you, dammit!"
But he was already past the point of pissed and didn't hesitate to dig the edge of the blade into the curve of her breast. Vivian stilled when she felt it cut skin, the cold, apathetic look in Maxson's eyes unsettling her. "You are nothing now. A simple toy. 'You won't let me'?" Arthur laughed, deep and brash.
Keeping the knife digging into her chest, he shifted, slowly pulling out a 10mm with his other hand and pressed the barrel to her head. Finally, fear flashed through Vivian's pale eyes.
"Take everything off. Now." Arthur's tone was low and heated as he moved off of Vivian so he stood next to her, keeping the gun pressed against the side of her skull.
"What?" She swallowed, flickering a panicked gaze around the room as if she were trying to find a way out.
"Don't play coy with me. Take off your fucking clothes." Arthur ordered.
Vivian shivered and closed her eyes, shaking her head mutely in response. But she wasn't going to be allowed a choice.
"Look at me. Look at me!" Maxson snarled, pressing the gun harder into her temple. Vivian snapped her gaze up to his, hers full of loathing and resentment. "You're going to learn how to listen, Paladin. One way or another. Now take it off."
Vivian clenched her jaw and made sure he saw how much she despised him as she stood and let shaky hands slide another ruined Brotherhood uniform down her body. She didn't bother keeping herself covered after dropping the scrap of cloth, already looking resigned to her fate.
Maxson drank in the sight hungrily, keeping his gun trained on her as she moved. The marks from last night stood out, more proof, in his mind, that she was his. "Good girl. Now stay."
Vivian curled her lip in a silent sneer but obliged, staring straight at the floor with her jaw locked.
Keeping the gun trained on his troublesome toy, Arthur grabbed the handcuffs from last night. He glowered at her, "Give me your hands. Now."
She shot daggers at him as she lifted two white-knuckled fists and let them get chain them together. He could see it in her eyes how much she loathed him. It had to tell himself that it didn't matter- that she brought it on herself.
With Vivian handcuffed, her turned and settled in the center of the couch next to his bed. The 10mm stayed on her as he used his free hand to undo the lower portion of his uniform. Erection aching and free, Maxson motioned Vivian closer with his gun as she lazily stroked himself. "Now you're going to slide yourself onto my dick and ride me like a good little pet."
Vivian almost couldn't comprehend the Elder's words. He had to have known what he was demanding of her and she hated him all the more for it. She stood there, looking at the Elder in obvious stupefaction.
"Don't make me tell you again," Maxson snapped a warning as he raised the pistol. "Get over here."
With her eyes on the gun and heart beating through her chest, Vivian made two small steps forward and hesitated once she was within his reach. She couldn't run and even if she got away, all the Elder needed to do was say the word and every soldier on the Prydwen was after her. But what he wanted all but proved she was at his whim. "Don't think this means you've won." She hissed, standing still.
Arthur smirked, leaning forward and pulling Vivian towards him by the handcuffs. Making a sound of protest, she tried to yank back but it only resulted in her nearly falling forward. She caught herself at the last second, strong legs the only thing keeping her barely standing over him.
But Maxson still had the cuffs in his hand, keeping her bent and head leveled with his and didn't look like he was about to let go. There was a certain malice in his eyes as he stared her down, a dark promise of retaliation that had her heart beating like a drum. "I'm losing my patience." His voice slithered around her.
Vivian had to close her eyes to keep tears from forming; she was hurting almost everywhere and had no other cards left to play. The only time she had felt more helpless was when she watched her husband die. Yet Kellogg never made her hate herself. He never made her own body want to betray her. Maxson seemed to know just what to do to get what he wanted. Blinking up at the ceiling above them, she slid shaky leg on either side of Arthur, unable to bring herself to go further. It wasn't right. Not like this.
With a short, low noise of annoyance, Arthur tossed the gun next to him and grabbed her hip with one hand and roughly brought her down onto him, his groan of relief meshing with Vivian's sharp, distraught moan. He made sure every inch was buried deep in her core before he started pounding into her, "You're going to fuck me until you come. You don't, I won't stop." He brought her arms behind his head, making sure their bodies were tight against each other as he rolled her hips on his every thrust.
And he held her like that, driving into the 'renowned' General like she was nothing. She had to bite her lip to keep from crying out, still unable to prevent muffled noises from escaping. Each stroke was a tantalizing kind of pain she tried to desperately ignore, but Maxson wasn't slowing down. His nails dug into her sides the harder he brought her down, Vivian arching back on instinct.
"I feel how wet you're getting. You're going to fuck me, you little whore. Fuck me and scream my name." He panted and growled before flicking his tongue out and catching a swaying breast, nipping into the sensitive flesh as he kept his harsh pace.
Vivian had to keep herself from crying out at the sensations. He shouldn't have been able to tear down the last bit of her will to fight. It wasn't fair with how quickly he turned her own body against her, she was always in control. Always. "I fucking hate you." She spat in a breathy moan.
Arthur made a sharp, guttural noise and brought his mouth up to her neck, biting down hard. "You better start fucking or you're really going to hate me." He threatened through his teeth before letting go, not missing a beat as he drove into Vivian.
She let out a cry that sounded more like a sob, anguished eyes trained on the ceiling as she gave in. Letting her body take over, Vivian started to grind back against Maxson's thrusts, struggling to keep up with his harsh pace.
"That's right you fucking bitch. Now look at me." He demanded, low and raspy.
Crystalline eyes blinked down to meet his, despising the dark and twisted look of possession and triumph Arthur had and how it affected her.
"Good girl," she could feel his chest rumble as he spoke and her body flushed.
But even with compliancy, he was rough; slamming her down as she rocked, yanking her hair back to bite and mark up her throat and breasts. He ravaged her and she let him, the shame as unbearable as the pleasure. It was sick at how easily he managed to get her off. It was wrong to ride him like she did, to respond to his touch and moan- yet here she was, a pathetic, little whore.
Vivian was dangerously close and Arthur could tell. Her own body gave her away with how she was panting and whimpering as they moved together. Maxson pressed her close enough to be able to whisper huskily in her ear, "That's right, pet, come for me. You know what to do."
A soft whine broke through her lips as her eyes glazed over. She was taken by a rush of heat, tossing her head back in a breathless whimper. "Arthur, Arthur- oh, God." She rolled her hips, riding out the shockwaves of pleasure.
Maxson came inside of her with a broken roar, burying himself deep inside of Vivian as he finished, claiming her mouth in a rough display of possession.
She was too lost in the sensations to fight him, opening her mouth before realizing she was kissing him back. She tried to pull back but Arthur had a hand at the back of her head, a dominate growl his response as he slowly ground his hips against hers.
When he finally pulled back and stilled, something dark swirled in his blue depths as he took in her breathless sight. Arthur jerked up abruptly, taking Vivian with him, her arms still caught around his neck. She was entrapped in that burning gaze again, flushed against his chest. For a moment she could only blinked up, wide-eyed and tormented. He swung her arms easily over his head, holding a wrist in a vice-like grip as he unlocked the cuff and dragged her to the end of his bed, snapping it around the metal railing.
Something menacing flashed through Maxson as he readjusted himself and grabbed his gun, staring down at Vivian biliously. "You aren't leaving me." He gave her a final once over before turning to the door. Arthur paused after he unlocked it, not looking back. "Don't ever think you'll really get away from me."
Vivian didn't watch him leave, shutting her eyes when the door slammed close and locked. It was all too much; she was out of moves. She didn't get up from the floor, not that she could, letting her head fall back against the mattress. The only other times she had cried was when she had first woken up and every damn time she had to relive it. But she let the tears fall now, the second time she truly felt this dejected. "I'm sorry, Nate. I tried."
And she stayed like that, wallowing in pity and self hate until her head hurt from crying. Vivian felt like a damn whore, naked and chained to the Elder's bed, slick with his seed. There wasn't anything she could think to do, so in the end he still fucking won. A pre-war broodmare.
Dead eyes looked around the room, almost passing over a small box on the floor across the room. A deadpan smirk fell upon her lips. She couldn't be done trying yet. She had triple the amount of men he had and could set fire to sky if she wanted. He was lucky he was the only one she wanted to suffer. Vivian just needed to bide her time. Besides, her men will come knocking on their own. It was far from over.