Page 94 of Orion Ruined

“Do you know what you are, Maisy?”

“What?”

“You’re a selfish brat, that’s what you are!” He locks eyes with me. “You know you can never win with men like us, so you’re testing us relentlessly to see if we can be manipulated. I bet that’s a challenge any genius would like to take on!”

I lick my lips. There is magic in his eyes: dirty, dark, beautiful magic. Magic I’ve missed.

But he’s still yelling at me. “All you want is our power, and to be overwhelmed by it. You want to play, to succumb, to end up right where we want you, but always with a personal agenda in the background. And all because of some fucked-up childhood.”

How can I tell him he’s right? Being with predictable people for so long, almost all of them on Milan’s payroll, made my life monotonous, indifferent. But when I met them, not one but three mafia heads, that was a challenge and then some. I gave them my all, played full-on, and they made me feel alive, worthy, and loved. They made me work for what I wanted. I was saved, in every meaning of the word.

He cups my chin and pulls me to him. “Well, my little slut, I’ll know how to behave with you from now on.”

I’m staring at him, my lips parted, as if taken by a strange force. He sees my need, he always could. I shift forward, begging for a kiss, but he laughs mockingly.

“You don’t get to choose when to kiss me ever again. I do that. If you don’t listen, you get punished. I bet you’d love that.”

I nod, and he raises his eyebrows at me. My chin is released and a slap lands on my face.

“Like this? You like this? You do, don’t you?”

My open palm lands on the leather seat next to me for leverage as Orion’s smacking me, hard enough to hurt but hot enough for heat to pool between my legs. I can only stare at him, my chest jumping with every slap, and I whimper each time. My breasts jiggle, threatening to pop out of my dress.

His eyes land on them and he cups one, pinching my nipple through the material. I moan and bite my lower lip. God, I needed this.

“Fuck!” He stops himself and adjusts his cock in his pants while I’m left panting, arousal gushing between my legs. My need for him is greater than I thought.

“I missed you, Orion,” I whisper. “I missed all of you.”

There’s a moment when I see my Orion, but it’s gone in a flash. The car has stopped, and the door’s now opening. Without a word, he’s out, leaving me to run after him like a puppy.

Orion doesn’t want me anymore. He’s just taunting me. They brought me back for the meeting, and to taunt me. To taste my own medicine.

“Deal with the bodies and go home,” he orders the driver. “I won’t need you again tonight.”

It feels like it’s been months since I left. Only now I realize that I missed the smell of the only place that ever resembled home. And Lisa’s embrace. And them. Us.

Once we’re inside, Orion heads straight for the kitchen counter. I follow. He takes the whiskey out and one tumbler.

“I want a drink too,” I breathe.

“I don’t have champagne.” He pours whiskey into his glass, not looking at me.

“Whiskey, then.”

“It’s not for you.” He downs the glass.

“And it is for you?”

He takes out another tumbler and fills both glasses. He raises his and downs it again.

I take my glass, sniff it, and remember it’s vile, and too strong, but I need something that’ll knock me out. I pound it like he does. Bottoms up.

“Go and clean yourself up,” he orders. “You stink of weed.”

KAI

I’ve been living in hell for two weeks straight. And I made sure everyone around me knew it. We let her go. Two fucking weeks. She could’ve been murdered at that pothead’s house.

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