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Well, here's the next part of the story. Coryo goes obsessive dark really quick with June in this. So youve been warned.
Chapter 2
Coriolanus marched towards the nurses' station with a haughty airs to him. He gave off an entitled, but dangerous aurora that had the nurses shaking in their white nursing hats. He'd threatened to kill every single one of their loved ones (friends, family, pets, estranged family, etc) if something happened to June and the nurses were terrified that he'd make good on that promise. Considering June went out of her mind with a nightmare and cornered herself into her room, resulting in him being called there to calm her down, the nurses were fearful.
The nurses quickly grabbed their charts and scurried off, excuses that they had to check on patients echoed into the air, as the head gamemaker got closer to the front desk. Patients that are most likely asleep since it was nearly 3 in the morning. Yes, the nurses left their charge nurse behind to deal with the wrath of Coriolanus Snow. The nurse assigned to June was the first to bolt.
"I'm signing June Halvir out since your staff is too incompetent to properly care for a victor." Coriolanus firminly told the charge nurse as he came to a stop right at the desk she was sitting behind, all by herself since the staff abandoned her to face a fate worse than death alone.
The charge nurse refused to meet Coriolanus' eye while tentatively informing him, "Head Gamemaker Snow, sir, it's ill advised to sign her out. She hasn't been checked by a doctor and she seems to be dealing with some post traumatic stress."
Wrong Answer. Coriolanus was outraged that some old nurse had the gall to tell him that he couldn't do what he felt best for his, HIS, darling rose. What did that old hag know? If it wasn't for her calling him, June would've hyperventilated and passed out from sheer fear in the corner of her room.
A private room that he was footing the bill for, by the way.
Well, looks like he'll just have to make the charge nurse's loved ones disappear for her lack of skills tending to June. He'll also find out who was her assigned nurse, make that useless twit disappear along with her loved ones. Well, the Citadel could always use some more lab rats to conduct mutt experiments on.
"It may be ill advised, but I assure you that I am signing June Halvir out of this hospital and taking her with me, where she'll be properly cared for." He calmly told the nurse as his cold blue eyes cut her down. Leaning down over the desk, causing him to be face to face with the old nurse, Coriolanus hissed, "Your insubordination has won your son, a doctor, and his family a transfer to District 6. Seems like the hospitals there are in need of more doctors due to the rise in morphling addiction amongst the district citizens. It's such a shame that both of your grandchildren, a boy and a girl, will now be eligible for the Hunger Games as District 6 citizens."
The charge nurse shook with fear as she pleaded, "Please, Head Gamemaker Snow, don't do that. Please, don't be so harsh." Quickly, she worked on her computer while adding in, "I'm printing out the discharge paperwork now, just don't send my family away to District 6."
Coriolanus just stood up straight, his full height of 6'0 towering over the charge nurse as she sat at the desk, typing and clicking away at the computer. He didn't say a word to her, just stared her down with cold, dead, blue eyes.
The charge nurse swallowed down a sick feeling that was welling up while rising from her seat to scurry over to the printer. She silently prayed to the printer, which was growling louder than a feral animal, to hurry up and spit out the paperwork for Miss Halvir's discharge.
Coriolanus grew bored waiting for the necessary paperwork for his Victor's release. So bored that he was tapping his shiny black shoes against the linoleum floor.
Click, click, click. Click, click, click. Click, click, click. Click, click, click. Click, click-
"Here's that paperwork for you to sign." The charge nurse told Coriolanus while hurrying over to him. Quickly she placed the paperwork on the desk before grabbing a pen from the cup on top of the desk. "And here's a pen, sir." She practically threw the pen at him.
"Thank you, but your family's still headed to 6." He simply said while signing and initialing the stack of paperwork he was given. It seemed a bit of an overkill in his opinion.
The nurse turned as white as a sheet upon hearing Coriolanus' words, but she didn't dare try to fight him on it. Her family's fate was sealed by the sadistic head gamemaker, a man whose temperament was worse than his father, the late General Crassus Snow.
Once Coriolanus was finished with June's paperwork, he left the front desk without so much as a thank you or a goodnight to the nurse, and returned to her room. The dark-haired beauty was sitting on the bed watching some late night rerun on Capitol tv whenever he entered the room. Looking between June and the tv, he chuckled, "You like the god awful cooking show where the chef curses out his potential staff?"
"We only get 3 channels on our tv back home in District 12 and this is one of the channels." June explained to him while he made his way further into the room. Truthfully, she was lucky to even have a tv since she lived in the Seam. Her brother Rein and his girlfriend, Ashlie, had scrimped and saved for years to be able to buy the thing. It was small and second hand; only picked up 3 channels. The Capitol News, Capitol Movie Classics, and Capitol Channel 3. June wished there were more channels, but was grateful for the ones she had. Most people in the Seam didn't even have that. She knew that her neighbor, Corbin, and his Auntie (a mining widow) didn't even have a tv.
As Coriolanus placed the paperwork down on June's side table, she stared right at the tv (as the top chef called one of his potential staff a stupid fucking donkey for burning a risotto) and honestly revealed, "Plus watching all of these chefs get cursed out and treated horribly by their potential boss reminds me that somebody out there has it worse than me. Even though I live in the Seam with my coal miner brother and his girlfriend, who's a local barmaid at the hob, nobody's ever treated me as horribly and rudely as that award winning chef treats the people competing on his show for a job in his restaurant."
"Hmmm…" Coriolanus hummed. Standing by June's side, he tucked a stray piece of raven hair behind her ear while asking, "And what of your mother?"
"I haven't seen her since she ran off when I was 5 and Rein was 15." The victor flatly remarked.
"I see." The platinum blonde man nodded. He felt rage boil in his cold, icy veins. How could somebody leave his darling rose as a child? June was so perfect, so innocent. She didn't deserve to be willingly abandoned by her mother. Oh, if he ever got a hold of that useless bitch she was dead. He'd make sure that she died a torturous death too.
"You signed me out AMA?" She asked, seam grey eyes glancing over the form that was on her side table
"Yes, I signed you out against medical advice because the staff here is doing you, my darling rose, more harm then good. They're too incompetent to care for my Victor and you, June, deserve nothing but the best care." Moving to the wardrobe in the corner of the room, he told her, "I had your reaping dress cleaned and brought here for you when you were admitted. I thought you'd feel more comfortable in that than your uniform from the arena."
"Thank you, Head Gam-Coriolanus. I appreciate it." June thanked him, a bit nervous about what name to call him. In the end she decided to just call him Coriolanus, but it still felt heavy and wrong on her tongue.
"Please, just call me Coryo." He countered while crossing the room with her simple cotton floral dress in hand. "Now let's get you out of your hospital gown and into your pretty dress so we can go home." He suggested while coming to a stop right at June's bedside.
Instead of standing and stripping naked like Coriolanus thought she'd do, June arched a thin, dark brow at him instead only to ask, "Home? But I thought you were taking me to a penthouse here in the Capitol?"
"I am taking you to the Corso penthouse which is now your new home, my darling rose." He slowly explained to her, as if she were a small child, while placing the red and cream floral dress down on the bed. Shaking his head, he grabbed June's upper arm and pulled her to stand up.
"What the hell are you doing, Coriolanus?!" The raven haired girl shrieked, pulling away from him as he started to untie her hospital gown.
Grabbing ger roughly by the upper arms and turning her to look at him, he stared down at June with cold, icy eyes. "I'm tired and want to go home and get some sleep. You will be a good girl and let me help you change."
June tried to break his hold while assuring him, "I can get changed myself. You can go wait in the hall, Coriolanus."
"No, my darling rose, you can't. Now, be a good girl and let me help you so we can get out of here." He told his victir in a tone that was sickeningly sweet.
"Corio-" She began to protest, only for him to slap you across the face.
Tears welled up in June's seam grey eyes as her hand automatically flew up to cradle her stinging cheek.
"I told you to be a good girl and let me help you, June." He sighed.
"You hit me…" She trailed off in shock as tears spilled down her cheeks.
"Oh, my darling rose, I didn't mean to hurt you." The pretty platinum blonde man cooed while prying her hand away from the cheek that he'd struck in his frustrated anger. His blue eyes raked over June's cheek, which was raw and red from the slap. Seeing her tears rolling hotly down her cheeks turned him on, as horrible as that sounded. Brushing his knuckles along June's puffy cheekbone, that would surely bruise within an hour or so, he softly said, "I don't like brats and backtalk, June. If only you were a good girl then I wouldn't have slapped you."
His words left June's mind going a mile a minute. So, wait, it was her fault he slapped her? All because she didn't want his help changing? That didn't make sense. Should it make sense?
June was drawn out of your mental musings whenever she felt Coriolanus' tongue lap up the tears along her cheek. June's breath hitched at the action. The dark haired girl felt a tightness in her chest and a fluttering in her lower belly as he tilted her face to lick the tears of her untouched cheek.
As his tongue traced June's cheekbone, lapping up the salty tear stains on her skin, she felt a tingle in her core. Oh no. She can't have this reaction to him. It's wrong; he's a married man and older than her. Hell, he's even older than her older brother.
Even though June knew being turned on by him was wrong, it didn't stop her from rubbing your thighs together.
When he pulled away from her, he gave her a lined smile and suggested, "Now that we have an understanding, let's get you in your pretty dress so we can go home."
June's head was fuzzy with want and she had a slight ache in between her legs, so she was in no shape to protest or fight back. "Okay." Her breath was shaky as she nodded. "Okay."
"Seems like I have quite the effect on you, my darling rose." Coriolanus smirked as his nose ran along June's jawline. June's heartbeat was beating quickly, perhaps too quickly, while she felt heat pool in between her legs. Oh god, she's never felt like this before (yea, she's been turned on before, but not to the point where she felt uncomfortable and wanted to rip her hair out) and it both startled and excited her.
He licked the shell of her ear, causing a shiver to run down her spine. "I must confess, June, that you also have quite the effect on me." He whispered into June's ear before pulling away and leaving her to stare up at him with shock all over your face. "Don't look so shocked, my darling. You're very beautiful and you're resilient; a victor."
Turning June around, he gently untied her hospital gown as if he was untying the bows to his favorite piece of lingerie. When he was done, he spun her around, nearly knocking June off balance and slid the gown off her shoulders. June's eyes darted to the floor as her breasts were exposed to him. She felt so small under his gaze and towering form as he slid the gown the rest of the way off her.
"You have such nice tits." Coriolanus smiled in awe, lust shining in his eyes, as he began to palm June's 'nice tits'.
"Coriolanus-" June started, only for him to cut her off with the request of, "Coryo, call me Coryo.", as he began to run his thumbs over her nipples while cupping ger tits in his large, calloused hands.
"Coryo, we can't do this here. We're in my hospital room." She told him despite his actions causing her to get even wetter then you already were between your legs.
"It's a private room, my darling rose. I paid enough for it, so I don't see the harm in us getting my money's worth."
What the hell did he mean by that? Did he seriously want to mess around in her hospital room? Oh no. No, no, no. No. She was drawing that line at that.
June's hands wrapped around his wrists as she told him, "I just want to get out of here, Coryo. You promised to take me home, remember?"
She prayed that her words knocked some sense into him because she didn't want her first time doing sexual things to be in a hospital room, where a nurse could walk in at any time, with him (he was a married man for God's sakes!).
His demeanor deflated and he sighed, "Yes, my darling rose, I did promise you that didn't I?", while pulling away from her. He grabbed her dress from the bed and motioned for her to lift up your hands.
"What about my underwear?" June asked, feeling a bit exposed as Coryo looked her up and down with a hungry glint in his eye. It was as if he was a starving man and she was a juicy steak ready to eat.
"You don't need them, darling. Once we get to our penthouse you'll be changing into a shirt to sleep in anyways." He explained while motioning, once again, for her to lift her arms. This time the victor obeyed him and he pulled her best floral dress over her head. He smoothed it out, only to press a kiss to her forehead and smile. "You're all ready to go, my Victor."
The car ride to the luxury penthouse seemed to take ages. June was alone with Coriolanus since he was driving and it made her feel a bit uncomfortable. After what happened in her hospital room (him stripping her and groping her boobs) she didn't think it was a good idea to be alone with him. He was married and June didn't want to lose her innocence, all of her firsts, her virginity to a man that would never be hers no matter the chemistry or effect they had on each other.
June was staring aimlessly out the window when Coryo startled her by placing a hand on her thigh. She didn't say a word, just sighed uncomfortably.
Looking over at June with a worried expression, Coriolanus asked, "What's wrong, June? You seem troubled."
Pulling her grey eyes off the window, she snapped your head to look at the platinum blonde in the driver's seat and honestly told him how she felt. "You shouldn't be resting your hand on my thigh, Coryo. You're married."
The gold ring on his finger mocked him as it shines against the red and cream floral fabric of June's dress. He never had anyone turn him down because of that thin gold band he was branded with by saying 'I do' to Livia Cardew, well that is until now. Coriolanus knew that June was young and innocent from District 12 so the thought of being a mistress would horrify her. He knew that he had to ease her worries, so he simply told her, "Don't worry about my wife, darling. I'm taking care of everything; she won't be my wife much longer."
"I wasn't aware ya'll were having marriage problems. The Capitol gossip rags make it seem like the marriage is a happy one."
"Things aren't always as they seem here in the Capitol, my darling rose." He told her before correcting her grammar with a stern, "And it's I wasn't aware that you were having marital problems." Patting her on the thigh as he switched lanes, he explained, "You're not in District 12 anymore and since you'll be staying here in the Capitol for a while it's best that you learn how to speak properly; like a Capitol citizen."
June didn't say a word, just numbly nodded. She never thought that staying in the Capitol while Victor's Village and her house was constructed meant changing how she talked. June never thought she talked strange, well until now. "Do I sound weird when I talk, Coryo?" She asked, staring at the side of his face as he drove.
"No." He shook his head. "We just need to work on some small grammar errors here and there, but no, darling, you sound just fine when you talk."
"Oh…" The dark haired girl trailed off, turning her attention back to looking out your window.
He gave June's thigh a gentle squeeze, "You're a rose that just needs some extra pruning and tender care, but fortunately for you I'm an excellent gardener that favors white roses." His thumb grazed her thigh as he explained, "White roses are the perfect symbol of purity and perfection." As Coriolanus pulled up to a large building, his baritone heavily hung in the air with the meaningful words of, "Unblemished; untouched, just like you, my darling rose."
But how long would June be unblemished and untouched? Would he take her innocence as soon as they entered the penthouse or would he wait until he was free from his wife? The bigger question was did she even want him to take her innocence? To give her all of her first experiences with a man? Now that was the million dollar question she didn't have an answer for. Or maybe she did, but didn't want to acknowledge it.
AN:
Hope you guys liked this chapter. Just a warnings, its going to get darker and angstier going forward.