Page 18 of Orion Ruined

“Maisy, are you turned on?” he whispers in my ear.

“Wh-what?”

“Is the stove turned on?” he asks.

I’m hearing things, and that’s not good. “Oh. N-no.”

I lean forward to turn the stove on, and I’m sure I can feel the steel ridge of his erection at my butt. I swallow hard as I bravely step back into it, and I’m right. He moves back, but not before I feel his cock bulging through his pants. I look back at him and his eyes are closed; he’s breathing through his nostrils.

“Darling.” As if he knows I’m watching him, his eyes open and look directly at me, now hooded, fire blazing within. “Stay away from me.”

“I’m not… I…” I stutter and turn away, my back to him. I didn’t do anything!

He bends down to my left ear and with his right hand, out of my line of sight, reaches around my body and pinches my nipple hard, rolling it between his thumb and index finger.

“This… is what you get for making me hard.”

I moan from the pleasure of his touch, the pain too, and arch my back into him. Our bodies merge but the moment doesn’t last long. He releases my nipple and, without a word, leaves the kitchen.

I still feel his presence like an after-effect, marking my body as unused, and yet… ready.

He’s gone, and I’m left alone in the kitchen to cook the pasta. He messed with my head yet again, but I’m not petty. I make the food anyway. I even add parmesan and I’m not hungry at all now.

I serve it onto two plates and, stupidly, I wait. Twenty minutes later, I realize he’s not coming back. The lump in my throat is getting bigger. I leave everything as it is and run to my room. What was the point of him calling me downstairs, just to make me feel like shit?

Tears prick my eyes at his rejection. I’m not that ugly, am I? I bring my hand up and smell my breath–it’s not bad. I close the door and I let go. I haven’t cried in a long time.

KAI

I try to erase Maisy from my head but her presence is torturing me every day, as if she’s imprinted on me. In my mind, she’s mostly in the shower with me, her eyes begging me to protect her, to kiss her, to fuck her, which makes it so fucking hot that when I do, I explode like a volcano.

I’ve seen her more than a few times since she showed up last week. We hung out at Orion’s and each time I’m left wanting more with her. She makes me feel like a teenager.

I’m not sure she’s serious about being a schoolteacher, though. I’m afraid she may be a little naïve, but I don’t know. Who am I to say anything about teaching kids?

In any case, I’m seeing her tonight. I didn’t plan to see her for another few days, and I was surprised when Orion texted me saying she needs company. Of course, I wasn’t going to argue. I think he gets to spend the most time with her anyway.

I texted him to make sure the way was clear as I was riding in. The Cartes are set up in such a way that gives Orion, the head of the Cartes, the space and freedom to move about. In my eyes he’s a legend, years ahead of mine and Logan’s families. But ultimately, all he aims to do is live a normal life. Or at least, he lies to himself that he does.

I ease off the gas pedal on my bike as I enter the Cartes’ CCTV blanket. This is Orion’s baby; he has the controls but on the off-chance that someone else sees me, there’ll be a commotion and as we agreed a while back, I’m to shoot.

The way is clear. I turn off the engine and park my bike behind the high shrubs next to Orion’s house, where I always do.

His house is grand. With CCTV in place it looks like a fortress, but it does have a few weak spots. For example, if I climb the nearest tree to my bike, which is coincidentally outside Maisy’s room, I’ll get to her quicker than if I go through the main entrance. I chuckle to myself. Entering through the window reminds me of old times, except back then I’d break and enter for work, meaning whatever nasty deed my father wanted me to do.

I climb the tree quickly and jump onto the window ledge. The latch isn’t even secure, that’s how cocky Orion is. I pull it and the window opens easy. Orion must’ve seen me by now. I wonder if he’ll come up. He never talks about Maisy so seeing as he asked me to come, I think something must have happened.

Her room’s dark, just a sliver of a streetlight beam hitting the corner, but once my eyes adjust it’s clear where everything is. She’s in her bed, sleeping peacefully. Tissues are spread out around her. Either she has a cold or she’s been crying. It’s the latter, I’ll bet. Orion has his ways with girls, but they love him for that. That’s normal in our world. Maybe she needs time to warm up to him.

Wearing a cami top and panties, she’s lying on her back, her left knee open and bent, her face pointing to the right.

This is the first time I’m entering Maisy’s room through the window. I don’t want to scare her when she’s lying there fully exposed.

I make enough noise taking off my leather jacket and boots that she stirs, and I leave my gun over my jacket, still within reach.

“Hello gorgeous,” I whisper as I lie down next to her, subtly tilting the mattress and her toward me.

She wiggles about and turns to me, burrowing into the crook of my arm. “Mmm… Kai?” She raises her head and sleepily opens her eyes. “I didn’t hear you come in.”

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