Silence 4.5 (6 page)

Pixie let herself take all of him in, appreciating the sheer beauty of the man before her. He was perfect, every inch of him. His manhood stood long and thick from his body, making her core tighten at just the thought of him entering her. She licked her lips, unconsciously, not realizing she’d done so until his chuckle caught her attention.

“See something you like?” he asked.

She nodded, swallowing. “I’d love to taste you, but I want you inside me too much to wait.”

If possible, his pupils dilated even more, his breath coming out in a puff. “Fuck,” he gasped, moving forward to pick her up, plastering her back to the wall. He didn’t move though, just held her there as their breaths shared the same space. “Where have you been?”

“Nowhere,” she whispered. She’d been nothing but the shadow in the background of life, head down, mouth shut. But Bastian saw her, and in his eyes, she felt more beautiful than ever before. She felt wanted, needed, and it was intoxicating.

In one move, he drove inside her, her insides flexing at the sudden intrusion.

“Bastian,” she moaned, her head falling back against the wall. They froze there as her body grew accustomed to his size. It was more than anything she’d experienced before, and it had been a long time since the last. The feeling was the perfect mixture between pleasure and pain. After only a short while, he began pumping inside her, setting a grueling pace that had her making sounds she’d never made before. She ought to be embarrassed by it, she thought fleetingly, but couldn’t seem to hold them back.

There was something to be said for Bastian Black’s stamina, as he never slowed, his rhythm continuing on, building her release higher and higher. Pixie’s entire body hummed with pleasure as he hit the spot deep within that had her flying. He shifted slightly, finding a new spot that nearly drove her mad. On and on he went, her insides fluttering until finally she felt her climax come within reach.

She cried out just before his mouth covered hers, swallowing her sounds as she soared and then fell, his constant rhythm dragging out her climax until she thought she might cry. Finally he tore his mouth from hers, bellowing out as his hips ground against hers before stilling, his release warming her insides.

His forehead dropped to rest on her shoulders as she absently stroked his hair, letting her breathing slowly return to normal.

Fuck. Shit.

Shit fuck.

What had they just done?

CHAPTER SIX

“That can never happen again.”

They both froze after speaking at the same time, their words echoing each other’s. What the fuck? His anger instantly boiled. What. The. Fuck. Sure, he’d said the exact same thing, and meant it (of course). But to hear her say it made something ugly rear up inside him. He hesitated over the buttons of his pants, looking at her as she pulled his shirt over her naked body since her pants lay in ruins, hiding the sight from him.

The fabric skimmed over her shape, making him remember the feel of her smooth skin beneath his fingers. It fell to mid-thigh, and fuck if she didn’t look damn cute wearing his clothes. Cute? He was crazier than he thought if he was thinking a girl was cute. This woman messed with him, which was exactly why he’d gotten her out of his system. Or had he? Because if he was being honest with himself, he was already ready for round two.

Her wide eyes met his, their blue depths shuttered now, telling him nothing of what she was thinking. Did she regret it? He hoped not. It might have been a onetime thing, but he knew she had wanted it just as badly as he had. Hearing her scream his name had been literally music to his ears. His eyes trailed up to her face, hating how composed she looked again.

He focused on her tight bun, wishing he had torn the strands from the band to see just how long and soft they were. Next time, he thought. No, wait, there wasn’t going to be another time. Hadn’t he just said the same thing?

Bastian cleared his throat, gathering himself. The important thing to do now was to figure out what she was up to. His desire for her had clouded his judgement before, but now that he’d gotten it out of his system, he could refocus. Yeah. Right.

Slowly he rubbed his chin as he regarded her, trying to figure out how best to get her to talk. Torturing her didn’t really sit well with him. While he’d love to have his marks on her pale, smooth skin, he didn’t want them there out of anger but from passion. He’d just have to figure out another angle. First, he needed to send her away to the fighter’s cellblock. Keeping her close to him was no longer an option. Clearly they had something between them, and if they were truly going to stop it, space was crucial.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” she asked, fidgeting, giving away how nervous she really was after what they’d just done.

He walked toward her, stopping in front like he had before. This time, however, he ignored the sparks flying between them. “Tell me what you’re doing here,” he said slowly, keeping his face blank.

She did the same, no emotion emanating from her delicate features. “To fight,” she replied simply.

Little liar, he thought. His mouth twitched but he fought back his grin at her open defiance. “Lies,” he said, leaning in. “Tell me why you’re really here.”

“How did you get the orange?”

He paused, not expecting that. She was still thinking about his food, was she? He smiled then, but it didn’t reach his eyes. No, this was the smile he reserved for his enemies, and as far as he was concerned, that was exactly what Pixie was now. She always has been, he reminded himself. Just because he’d had his dick in her didn’t mean they were suddenly on the same side.

“Why. Are. You. Here?” he said again, ignoring her question.

Her lips pulled into a smirk of her own that nearly had him crushing his lips against hers again so he could taste and feel their plush softness. “To. Fight.”

“I’ll figure it out with or without your help, Pixie. It’s best for all your friends if you just tell me now.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. My owner brought us here so his male could fight. I’m to watch. End of story.”

They stared each other down, neither of them giving an inch.

“Fine. You’re just some fighter? Then you can go and stay with all the other fighters.”

He spun around, marching toward the door. Do not look back at her, he ordered himself. He and Pixie were done. It was time he made that final.

Well fuck, Pixie thought as she watched him leave. That had just gone from fucked up to even more fucked up, if that was possible. Had they really just screwed each other against the wall? Pixie shook her head slowly at herself. Without thinking, she lifted the fabric of his shirt to her nose, breathing in his intoxicating scent. She sighed. It hadn’t been a lie when she’d said they couldn’t do that again. That was just the way it needed to be. But then why did it make her feel so hollow inside?

Obviously they were all wrong for each other. It had only taken him a moment, after just tilting her entire world on its side, to start interrogating her again. There would never be trust between, that much was obvious. And while her father had been missing a lot as a father, he’d always drilled into her not to let boys take advantage of her, and that the most important thing between two people was trust.

Trust was the foundation that a relationship was built on. Without it, they would never survive. Pixie could never trust someone like Bastian. He practically oozed secrets and mystery. And she had her fair share too. What would happen if she admitted who they were and what they were doing? Would someone like him understand and relate to their aspirations to make this world better?

Looking around at the fine furnishings and electricity, she didn’t think so. Obviously he wasn’t lacking for much under the New World Order. What would it matter to him if Ludwig stayed or went? Considering how vile the fighting ring was, she was more inclined to believe he’d be on Ludwig’s side, not theirs.

Just then one of his guards entered, carrying a new set of clothes. “Put these on,” he ordered. “Then follow me.”

“Where?” she asked, catching the pants and shirts that were thrown at her. “To the cells.”

Damn.

***

Fight night was something she’d never experienced before. The sound and energy in the room was electric, pumping her full of adrenaline. Mostly she was just happy to be out of her cell. It had been dirty and disgusting, and there’d only been a dismal cot waiting for her when she got there. She hadn’t even seen Phoenix, which had been the only plus in her mind as she’d followed the guards.

When they’d come back to get her, a small part of her had hoped he’d changed his mind about putting her there, and wanted her back beside him. But that hadn’t been it. And there was no way she was going to analyze the disappointment that had caused. Instead, she had stood up straighter and followed them to another fighting room that was filled with seats and a bigger, better looking ring.

She’d been taken to where Garrett stood with Missy, her heart leaping at the sight of them. No one reacted, but she could see Missy’s relief when their eyes met. Pixie gave her a subtle wink so she’d know all was okay. Hopefully once the fight started, they’d be able to speak without anyone really noticing.

While they waited, she surveyed the room, watching as people filed in one after another. Soon all the seats were occupied, and chatter filled the room. This was insane. Everyone laughed and joked as though they were at some normal function, not about to watch two men fight for their lives. Disgust slithered through her at how far some people had fallen. Or had they always been this way? It was hard to tell. The war had definitely changed people, hardening them, warping them. But she knew enough to know that some people were just innately evil.

Bastian entered then, her eyes immediately finding him. Was he naturally evil? Something told her no, but then she thought that was ridiculous. Of course he was, she argued. He was the one who ran this whole thing. Just because they shared some sort of strange connection didn’t make him a good person suddenly. And why should she care anyway? They were nothing, she reminded herself. He’d proven that thoroughly when he tossed her away so effortlessly to the cells.

Despite the hate and anger simmering just below the surface, she couldn’t tear her eyes from him. He was dressed in a suit, something she’d never thought to witness. His long, golden brown hair was pulled back into a bun, which should have looked stupid but didn’t. Damn it, it just made him hotter. His beard was trimmed, showing off those lips that had her unconsciously licking her own.

A dark navy suit jacket stretched across his broad shoulders, a white collared shirt beneath it, open at the neck. His whole look made her want to find a wall and relive their “moment” again. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid, she told herself. The way he walked was so full of confidence, it was as though he owned the fucking world. And from the way everyone reacted to him, you’d think that was true.

Men and women alike fell all over themselves to get close to him. When he stopped to talk to someone, it was as if they’d just won the lottery. The infamous Sebastian Black was paying attention to them, and all was right in the world. She snorted, crossing her arms over her chest.

“You okay?” Missy whispered.

“Never been better,” she gritted out.

“Are you seeing this?”

Pixie quickly looked away from where Bastian stood speaking with an older looking man, her cheeks heating at being caught. “Seeing what?” she asked, trying to sound innocent. When she looked at Missy though, she was relieved to see she was looking across the gym in the opposite direction. She turned to see just what she was looking at.

Well then.

Phoenix and Trent were currently sucking face where she was standing with some other fighters. Huh. Pixie’s lips tugged up in a smile.

“It’s about damn time,” Garrett said.

Missy and Pixie nodded in agreement. The only people who hadn’t felt the sexual tension between those two were Phoenix and Trent themselves. She had wondered when they were finally going to get a clue. Although, knowing Phoenix, it was still going to be a battle for her to finally admit to her feelings. She had a sneaking suspicion Trent was the same.

Beside her, Missy sighed loudly. Pixie turned to her, smiling gently. “Missing Tyler?” she asked.

Missy bit her lip, casting a longing look at the man in question who was shackled to the wall. “More than you know.”

Pixie’s eyes instinctively when back to where Bastian now stood, remembering the way it had felt to be kissed by him, and she thought maybe she kind of did know. He’d moved on to another man, their heads bent close to one another as they spoke. A woman walked up then, sliding her arm through Bastian’s as though she owned him.

An ugly emotion turned Pixie’s stomach as she watched the woman practically paw at him. Her tits were the size of Pixie’s head, and pushed up so high in her tight, red dress, she was surprised the woman didn’t suffocate herself. What was it with these women and red dresses? Pixie looked down at her own chest, frowning. She’d never been very big in that area, and that had never bothered her. Until now.