CHAPTER 20
Evren
Resistance - Skillet
The docks are deserted, a sea of neon reflecting across the dark river.
Towering cranes loom over endless rows of shipping containers while floodlights, holographic signs, and cargo ships bathe the waterfront in shifting shades of blue, red, and violet.
We'll be completely fucking alone. No one will bother me while I kill this bitch.
My nails dig into her cheeks hard enough to bruise.
She looks at me--Through me like I don't even exist.
I can't fucking believe her.
“You fucking brat,” I bark. “Answer me!”
I don't understand why she isn't saying anything.
It pisses me off.
Ten more seconds of this, and I'm going to slam her head into the dashboard just to make her fucking react.
Then she blinks, once, twice.
Her expression shifts from blank and distant to something that hardens into pure fury.
She still doesn't answer, she snaps.
She launches herself at me with a feral snarl, trying to bite my fucking face off.
I twist away just in time.
Her teeth snap shut inches from my cheekbone implant.
That vicious little bitch was aiming for my fucking implant.
Again.
I told her not to do that, she probably understood this is my weak point.
“You fucking bitch!” I shout. “Now you're fucking done, Riven!”
“I'll kill you!” she screams back, clawing for the implant with those fucking nails.
She wants to rip it out.
I grab a fistful of her hair and yank her head back.
With my other hand, I catch her wrist and wrench her arm behind her back.
“What are you going to do now?” I growl, shoving her face against the side window. “You wanted to play? Fine. Let’s fucking play. Let’s see how flexible those fingers really are.”
“Let go of me!" she snarls. “You're the one who started it! So payback is a bitch!”
My grip tightens in her hair.
“Payback?” I repeat. “I didn't destroy something you spent years building, troublemaker. I broke into your loft. I threatened you but I didn't fucking destroy anything.”
“You stole my sleep! My safety!” she fires back. “You destroyed my peace of mind! I hate you!”
She twists just enough to free her other hand and slaps me across the face.
My head doesn't even move.
Heat blooms across my cheek, the imprint of her small hand already burning into my skin.
I wrench her arm higher behind her back, she cries out.
“I hate you too.” I lean close enough for my lips to brush her ear. "I'm going to kill you slowly. I'll watch the light leave your eyes for disrespecting me. For hitting me. For destroying something that wasn't fucking yours."
But I make no moves to actually do it.
I don't understand why I don't fucking hit her, why I don't kill her.
Why the fuck I can't kill the person who destroyed my car? Why I'm just restraining her here instead of actually hurting her?
If Lira had done half of what Riven has, I'd have ripped her fake tits right out of her chest.
And yet, Riven is only pinned against the window.
She laughs, she is actually fucking laughing.
At me.
“Then do it,” she says, breathless. “Kill me.” She grins. “Or are you a fucking coward?”
That does it.
My boils flares up instantly.
A coward? Me?
Okay, fine.
“Okay.” I tilt my head. “Then go, Riven.”
I jerk my head toward her door. I release her, giving her one last hard shove.
She immediately turns and grabs the handle.
My smile deepens. It doesn't budge.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk.” I shake my head. “I said you could go. I didn't say how.”
“Open the door,” she orders, her voice flat with hatred.
“No.” I lean back in my seat. “Find another way.”
Her eyes dart around the interior.
When she reaches for the controls, I slap her hand away without a word.
She glares at me.
Then she presses the window switch instead, the glass slides down. She unbuckles herself and immediately starts climbing out through the opening.
I hit my own window control and the window starts rolling back up.
She wriggles frantically, trying to force herself through before it closes.
“Stop!” she shouts, panic finally creeping into her voice. “You're going to cut me in half!”
She claws at the top of the window frame as the glass keeps rising.
It doesn't cut her in half, it just traps her.
Her upper body hangs outside the car while her hips and legs remain wedged inside.
She immediately reaches for the exterior door handle, yanking on it over and over.
Locked.
“Not leaving, little troublemaker?” I ask, shifting closer.
“You said I could go!” She twists again, trying to free herself. “You fucking liar! I'll have your head! Roll it down!”
“Now,” I grab her ankle and start twisting it. “Why would I do that? I like the view.”
I see her breaths and the panic rising.
I’m not going to break her ankle, I just want to hear her beg for it.
“I wonder why the hell you thought,” I chuckle darkly “It was a fucking good idea to trust me.”
“I’m going to rearrange your guts by kicking your balls so hard they’ll end up in your mouth!”
“That is a new way to kill very interesting” I shift and twist her ankle a little bit more, just to see her jiggle “I’m taking notes then.”
Her hips and ass are right in front of my face, twisting and moving as she panics.
Fuck. The sight alone makes my mouth go dry.
No.
But my body moves before my mind can think twice, I shift closer and reach for the back of her thigh, my fingers brushing the fabric enough for her to feel it.
“What the fuck are you doing?!”
“I'm exploring enemy territory.”
My fingers drift higher, lingering near the curve of her ass.
She takes a sharp breath, probably from shock, outrage, and surely from fear.
“Don’t you fucking dare, Evren.”
“Oh, but troublemaker,” I chuckle. “What can you do to stop me?”
I taunt her.
She curses and tries to kick my face.
I grab her ankles, pin them to the seat, and hold them with one hand, my eyes growing brighter with my reluctant arousal.
I can’t help it, seeing her restraint, in this position.
I’m not a good man, I never said I was.
I always took what I wanted without asking, and I’m not going to start now.
Since I met her, she's been under my skin like a parasite, eating me alive from the inside. She hates me, disrespects me, hits me, makes me want to kill her.
I fucking chased her all the way to the Upper Layers, and that brat still somehow manages to make me hate her even more.
I’m going to make her pay, for my wasted time, for the hits, for my car.
“Evren” She agitates herself, still trying to break the window “I’m going to slice your throat out, I swear to Gods.”
“Please,” I chuckle “I would like to see you try.”
I lick my lips, and my other hand explores her ass.
I let her shake beneath my fingers.
My fingers drift to the waistband of her sweatpants, and I hook a finger underneath.
“Mmh.” I growl. “Let’s see what you’ve got under that parachute you call sweatpants, shall we?”
I yank them down violently, and the sight of her black lace thong, the curve of her perfect ass, large enough to get a good grip on, sends a sharp jolt to my cock.
“Evren!” she screams, warning me as she moves even more.
Fuck. Her ass bouncing right in front of me while her upper body is stuck outside.
Completely at my mercy.
Goddamn. That is hot.
I brush the inside of her thighs with my fingers before leaning over the center console and brushing my lips against the back of her thigh.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Her skin smells like sin and amber.
My cock is definitely hard as a damn ball-peen hammer.
I can feel the piercing straining and grinding against the zipper.
I roll my hips against my own jeans.
A small growl escapes me at the sensation.
“I’m going to kill you!” Her screams are high-pitched now. “Don’t you fucking dare touch me!”
“Oh, Riven,” I say softly, my breath warm against her skin as my mouth moves higher along the inside of her leg. “You deserve it, fucking brat.”
I take a sharp inhale of her inner thigh.
“You smell divine. Like fucking sin.”
Riven’s breath hitches, and her hips stop moving for a few seconds, surely from pure disgust and shock.
What’s worse than being killed?
Having your own body betray your mind, like mine is doing right now.
I want to gut her, but my body wants something entirely different. It wants to be inside to her, to taste her.
Hatred shouldn't feel like this. Yet my body doesn't seem to know the difference.
I fucking want to get the hell away from her, but my body doesn’t move.
My fingers go higher and touch her pussy through the fabric.
The contact sends a jolt through me.
She yelps.
I start stroking with two fingers sliding between her lips through the material.
She pants, I can see it.
I can feel it through the tremors running through her body.
“St-stop...” she says, her body shaking.
I can smell her, her essence, her body reacting to my touch through the fabric.
I can feel a patch of it growing damp.
“You really want that?” I bite the back of her thigh, higher this time, closer to her core.
My eyes glowing but even with that, they darken with anticipation
“Because I could stop, but...” I pause and smile against her skin. “Say please, Riven. Beg for it.”