I didn't go into this chapter wanting to write it like this, but the tension turned sexual and there needed to be an outlet. And this chapter is longer than usual, again.
Rating: explicit
Thanks for reading!
-CL
I walk hurriedly down the hall, wanting to tell Ames my idea. I can't wait-
Suddenly, I hear a gunshot. I throw myself to the ground, covering my head. I look up in time to see a rebel aiming a gun at me. I scream, trying to stand up. I hear the gun go off and scream again, whipping my head toward the rebel. But all I see is three guards in front of me, jumping in front of me to protect me from the bullet. And then all I see is blood.
I scream again, trying to crawl away, but I slip in the puddle of blood. I inspect my body, not feeling any pain. And then I see the blood leaking from two guards in front of me. I finally stand up and see the rebel's dead body lying on the ground in its own puddle of blood. And that's when I run away. I refuse to look back, just hoping-
"Bella?" I hear Maxon's voice ask. I skid to a stop, not realizing that I'm by the King Suite. I haven't been here in God knows how long. "Bella?" Maxon appears in front of me. He must notice the blood all over…over me…blood…
I must have blacked out or fainted or something because the next thing I know Maxon is waving a hand in front of my face. "Bella, it's alright."
I gasp and look around, coming to my senses. "Are we-"
"Yes, we're in a safe room, the one near the King Suite. I couldn't get us in the King Suite safe room in time because you just froze. You wouldn't move so I had to carry you," Maxon replies, standing up from his crouch. "You're alright," he murmurs. His eyes look down at me.
I follow his gaze and notice my hands shaking. "I-"
"It's alright, Bella. We got away," Maxon says hesitantly.
"But-" I choke back a sob, not wanting to cry in front of Maxon. Look at how far apart you two are. "There were guards…they-they jumped in front of me and…" I dig my fingernails into my palms. "...they were shot instead of me." I exhale, trying to get control of myself.
"Bella, that's what they are supposed to do," Maxon says gently, crouching near me again. He reaches out as if to touch me, but quickly decides against it. Instead, he places his hand on his knee.
"...You're right," I say. I stand up slowly and stretch, pretending to be fine. Like the guards being shot in front of me didn't bother me one bit.
"Bella…" Maxon says. I can hear him stand up behind me.
"I'm fine, Maxon. I've been fine without you," I respond. I look over my shoulder and notice his shuttered expression. "Seriously, Maxon?"
"Bella, do you think I can just get over you? We're still married. I still love you," Maxon says, leaning against the wall. He runs his hand over his face and heat rushes to my center.
"Yeah, yeah," I say, waving my hand. "I still love you, too, Maxon, but I'm not over here moaning on about it."
"You're the one fond of moaning, my dear," he replies with a grin. Motherfucker.
His comment does what he wants because heat rushes to my cheeks. "You're the one who cries my name when you come." I smirk when his face turns red. "And yet, you aren't denying it."
"Bella-" he says, starting to circle me. The tension is tangible, both of us ready to snap.
"Maxon-" I moan, teasing. I want to keep the attack out of my head. I move my hand over my breasts and have them rest on my hips. I move my fingers to the button on my pants, slowly, gauging Maxon's reaction. I peek through my eyelashes and see him clench his fist. He swallows audibly. He keeps circling me, but his eyes are focused on my hands, slowly inching my pants down my legs. I allow my pants to rest on my knees, and I shove aside the thin strip of thong to reach my clit. I feel Maxon's gaze on me; he's stopped circling me, rooted in place. I start pinching my clit, trying to bite back moans. I start dripping down my legs, and Maxon must see it because there's a line of fire running down with my wetness. "Too…bad…you can't…touch…me," I say between gasps. I moan audibly, but wishing I had more.
"Bella," Maxon growls. I moan again, whipping my head back.
I pretend that my finger is Maxon… "Oh, God, Maxon!" I shout my orgasm this close. This close-
Suddenly, my finger is ripped away from my clit. I whimper and look at Maxon with his hand around my wrist, and he sucks me off my finger…and…and…
Maxon pinches my hardened nipples through my bra before dropping his fingers to my swollen clit. As much as I want him to, I still haven't forgiven him. He pinches my clit, and I just barely pull away. I put my hands on his chest and shove him away. "No, Maxon," I say sternly, with finality.
"Bella, what will it take for me to be able to love you again?" Maxon asks.
"Maxon," I say, "what do you think? You-you-"
"And I'm sorry, my dear. So sorry. I will resort to begging if necessary." To prove his point, Maxon gets down on his knees. "Bella, my dear, I'm so sorry. Please forgive me."
I shakily blow out a breath. "Maxon, I don't think I can. It's too soon, too fresh." I feel my clit throb in response, like it knows I'm denying it pleasure. My fingers move to it automatically, and Maxon looks at me with longing.
"Please, my dear," Maxon says, gripping his hand in front of him like in prayer.
I shake my head. "I'm-" I cut myself off with a groan, my eyes rolling. I feel the heat of Maxon's gaze on me, but I ignore him. "I can't," I rush out, almost ready to come. Granted, it's not nearly as pleasurable as when Maxon does it, but I've been starved for too long. Almost-since Darien, I realize. Fuck.
"Let me at least take care of you," Maxon says. His gaze feels like he's burning a hole through me.
I get the innuendo immediately, but nod. "Alright," I whisper. "But it doesn't mean anything, Maxon. It's just to blow off steam. Don't expect anything different after this," I somehow get out.
"Whatever you want, my dear," Maxon says before pulling me toward him, and his mouth finds my clit. My legs almost give out immediately, so I put my hands on Maxon's head. Maxon gently nips my clit, and I cry out. He starts ravaging me, and my legs give out. Maxon places his hands on my thighs, holding me up while still licking and sucking and-
"Oh, God, Maxon!" I echo from earlier. I reach my high, ready to come-
Maxon pulls away at the last second, and I grip his hair tightly. "Why did you stop?" I almost growl. That's twice now that he's prevented me from orgasming.
"Bella, my dear, please," he says, taking off his belt. I understand what he wants, but is it really appropriate?
"Maxon…" I say, unsure. But then my clit throbs and I give in. "Yes, please, just let me come," I beg. I know I can't get pregnant right now, thank God.
He sighs. "Thank you, my dear," he murmurs. I hear his zipper and the rustling of fabric. He stands up, placing his hands on my back, holding me upright. He-
"Oh, fuck," I cry out, his cock stretching me; I'm impossibly full. I guess I'm not used to this since we haven't had sex for a while now. I almost scream, but barely bite it back.
"It's alright, my dear," Maxon murmurs. "I'll take care of you." He slams into me, whispering "I'm sorry." He slams into me again and again, finally hitting a rhythm. He whispers "I'm sorry" each time he thrusts. He shoves himself so deep, causing me so much pleasure, that my legs give out. He catches me with his hands, having me lean my head onto his chest. My hands grip his hair, partially keeping me upright. He hits that same spot again and this time my orgasm tears through me, my feet spasming, and I lose all consciousness of the world around me. I close my eyes and cry out, while Maxon keeps thrusting, allowing me to ride out my orgasm.
I'm just coming back to after my high when Maxon lets out a grunt, finishing inside of me. He leans on me heavily, forcing us to crouch down to the ground. My legs open, causing his cock to slide up-
"Oh, God," I say, before his cock, either with or without his knowledge, starts rubbing against my most sensitive spot. Soon I'm coming all over again with a scream.
When I come to, I realize that I'm on the ground, and Maxon is gently cleaning me up, his clothes back on. If it weren't for his heavy breathing and ruined hair I would have thought that it was all just a dream. "Maxon," I croak, sitting up. I wince, my body sore. I don't ever remember coming that hard before, let alone twice. I must be deprived. I bite my lip, which is surprisingly normal, not dry like how they usually are after-
"You didn't kiss me," I say, realizing it.
"Yes, as hard as it was," Maxon says sadly. He smiles softly, looking me in the eyes. "I meant it when I said I would take care of you."
I'm taken aback, so I stand and get dressed. Somehow I lost all of my clothes, my bra the only thing left on me. I get dressed anxiously, feeling the awkwardness in the room. Now that we are both down-to-earth, we realize what we did. How I broke my promise to myself and let Maxon in. Literally.
"Thank you, Maxon, for the…erm…good time, but I have to go talk to Ames now," I say, finally buttoning up my blouse again. I open the door, not allowing Maxon to give me permission, and run from the room, refusing to look back. I don't stop running until I reach America's room and knock on the door.
