Chapter 16

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“ W e ended up sitting there on the cold bathroom floor, her head resting against my shoulder. Not a word was said, but the silence was louder than any conversation. My arms stayed around her, even though I wasn’t the cuddling type.

But in that moment, it didn’t feel like bullshit.

And then, she shattered the silence with her words.

“That man you met before you left the hospital, Dylan... he’s my ex-boyfriend,” she confessed, her words hesitant. “The bruises you saw were from him. He lost his shit when I tried to break things off and I ran because I needed to be far away from that psycho.”

Everything suddenly clicked into place. The mystery of her bruises, the guardedness in her eyes, it all made sense now. My blood boiled with a fiery rage, an uncontrollable anger that I struggled to keep in check.

But it was a losing battle, a battle I wasn’t sure I even wanted to win.

“Why didn’t you report that scum?” I asked, clenching my fists so tight I thought I’d snap my own bones.

Red sighed, her eyes meeting mine briefly before she looked away, her fingers tracing aimless patterns on the wet floor. “I tried but no one cared,” she replied, her voice breaking slightly. “They turned a blind eye because Dylan is a respected doctor. It was my word against his.”

“What do you mean, no one cared?” I pressed, my jaw clenched tight as I searched her eyes for answers.

She looked away and her fingers curled into a tight fist as her nails dug into her palm briefly before relaxing again.

“They said it would ruin his career, that it would bring shame to the unit so they swept it under the rug, like it was another minor inconvenience.”

Of course they did. The military had a way of protecting their own, especially the sick bastards hiding behind rank. I’d seen it, the cover-ups, the bullshit that kept the real monsters in power. As long as their reputations stayed clean, they didn’t give a damn about the people being trampled underfoot. Just more bodies to feed the machine.

Those assholes were more concerned with saving their own corrupt asses than seeking justice.

“Did you ever try to request a transfer?”

Red raised a hand to her forehead and sighed deeply. “It would never work, because Dylan is in charge of the transfer requests,” she said, letting out a bitter laugh. “He would never sign mine, just to keep me under his control.”

I let the back of my head rest against the cold bathroom wall, the chill seeping into my skull. My head was spinning, my thoughts a dizzying mess.

“That’s why you asked me to talk to my captain,” I spoke the words through clenched teeth.

She gave a small nod, barely enough to acknowledge it. “Yeah, I needed someone in a higher position to vouch for me.”

I should’ve knocked that sorry excuse for a man when I had the chance.

“That piece of shit,” I snapped, my eyes narrowing and my hands balling into fists so tight I could feel the blood pulsing in my knuckles. “If I see him again, it’s game over for him.”

I wanted to rip him apart, to make him pay for every bruise he had left on her beautiful fucking skin.

Red remained calm and rational like she had already run this script in her head. “It’s okay,” she rasped, her voice wrecked from crying. “I don’t need you to fight my battles for me.”

She was right, but that didn’t cool my rage—it only made it worse. The fury inside me was fucking volcanic, boiling up, choking me. I wanted to scream, hit something, hit him .

“It’s not okay. I’ll kill that piece of shit myself if he so much as breathes near you again,” I shouted, my throat tight with hatred.

I was fucking livid.

Livid that he hurt her.

Livid that he ever touched her.

Livid that he made her cry.

She just sighed, completely drained. Her eyes were swollen and red, still carrying that utterly broken look I couldn’t stand to see.

“You’re safe now,” I murmured, my voice softer but no less filled with conviction. “I won’t let anyone hurt you.”

I was losing it, spiraling, but there she was—looking so goddamn gorgeous, drenched and vulnerable. Her wet body pressed against me, her face framed by damp hair, was driving me insane.

She was right there, shoulder to shoulder with me on the cold, slick tiles, shivering but holding on. Every rise and fall of her breath against me made my own heart pound like it was trying to tear its way out of my chest.

Her eyes met mine, raw and bloodshot, like she was looking for something in me she could hold onto. The air between us felt like it could ignite at any second. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her face, her wet hair plastered to her cheeks, her lips swollen from biting down on them. She was fighting it just as much as I was, but feeling her body pressed into mine, her warmth seeping through that thin, soaked fabric—it was pure, agonizing torture.

Every shift of her hips, every brush of her thigh against mine, sent a shockwave straight through me, a fire spreading under my skin, ready to explode.

Then her hand slid up to my forearm, her fingers digging in like she knew exactly how close I was to breaking. Her lips were so close, breaths shallow, challenging me, daring me to see just how long I’d keep fighting. That tension was killing me, a spark between us about to go off, and all I could think was how badly I wanted her, how long I’d been fighting this losing battle.

I just couldn’t resist any longer.

I leaned in and tilted her chin up, capturing her trembling lips with my own. My tongue pushed past her lips, demanding, taking everything she had to give. I needed her, right then, like air.

I cupped her face, my fingers tangling in her damp hair, pulling her closer to deepen the kiss. Her nails dug into my back, leaving these delicious scratches that only made me want her more.

The way she responded, her body melting against mine, told me she wanted this just as badly as I did.

“You taste so fucking good…” I moaned in between kisses, my lips sliding across hers.

I wanted more of her, I wanted to taste all of her.

My lips trailed down her jawline, leaving a trail of wet kisses along her skin. I nipped at her neck, savoring the way she gasped and arched into my touch.

There was no finesse in that kiss. It was raw, it was primal, a need to consume and be consumed. It was everything we had been holding back for way too long. I bit down on her lower lip, a growl escaping my throat as I claimed her mouth as mine. Because fuck it, in that moment, she was .

I forgot about my mission, about the snitch. All I cared was the taste of her on my tongue and the ache in my chest screaming for more. The world could burn around us, and I wouldn’t give a fuck.

“I need you. I need you more than I’ve ever needed anything.”

I lifted her off the wet floor, settling her onto my lap. Her legs automatically spread, giving me access to the space between them and my hands found their way to her hips, holding her in place.

Between breathless gasps, she responded, "We shouldn’t be doing this.”

“I know,” I groaned, barely able to speak through the desire choking me, “but fuck, it feels so right.”

I couldn’t get enough of her, couldn’t get enough of the way she made me feel. My hands roamed over her body, craving the feel of her against me. My teeth grazed against her lower lip, teasing and tempting as a low growl rumbled in the back of my throat.

She moaned into my mouth, the sound vibrating through my very core and my body reacted instinctively, my cock stirring to life, growing hard as a rock.

“Tell me you want me too,” I demanded, my voice a thick, coarse whisper against her skin.

I needed to hear her say it, needed to know that she wanted this as much as I did.

She nodded slowly, not taking her eyes off mine. Her lips parted just enough to let her reply, "God, yes."

I smiled against her lips, capturing them again in a heated kiss, my tongue sliding over hers.

“If I do anything that makes you uncomfortable, stop me, alright?” I murmured into her ear as my lips found their way to her neck.

She needed to know she was safe. That I wasn’t like him . That I wouldn’t push her past her boundaries.

“I will,” she said, accepting my request without much resistance.

Her body felt perfect in my hands, driving me past the point of control. I pressed myself against her, the hardness of my cock pressing into her thigh, and I couldn’t fucking stop.

“Good girl,” I whispered against her lips, as I devoured her mouth.

I stood up, keeping Red in my arms, my fingers digging into her flesh, claiming her like she was mine to take. With one hand, I reached out and turned on the showerhead above her head, adjusting the temperature to something bearable.

As the water hit her skin, she closed her eyes and let out a small gasp of pleasure. I watched as the droplets of water rolled down her curves, leaving her skin glistening and making her look even more irresistible.

Once inside, I placed her gently onto the floor, keeping one hand on her waist to steady her. I slid my hands down to the hem of her top, fingers eagerly grasping the fabric and pulling it over her head.

I unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the floor with a soft thud. Her perky tits bounced free, and I caught myself licking my lips as I admired their fullness and pink nipples.

I reached out and took hold of one of her breasts in my hand, squeezing it firmly between my fingers and thumb, rolling her hardened nipple between them before pinching lightly with my fingertips.

Her shiver told me I was doing everything right. My hands went lower, unbuttoning her jeans, and the second I felt the softness of her skin, I nearly lost it. The denim slid down her legs, pooling at her feet and she stood before me, topless and in nothing but a pair of soaking wet panties.

“Can I rip them off?” I mumbled against her neck.

“I don’t have another pair with me,” she replied, her voice trembling slightly.

“Good,” I moaned, my hands squeezing onto her hips as I looked down at her body. “I wasn’t planning on leaving them on anyway.”

I smiled menacingly at her as I grasped her panties in my fist, feeling the material give way under the pressure of my fingers. “Now I can admire you properly,” I muttered, barely able to hold back.

My mouth watered as I saw her slender waist and hips, leading down to those incredible thighs that I wanted to bury my face in.

God, I could come just from looking at her.

“Fucking hell,” I growled, losing myself in the sight of her beautiful curves, “you look incredible.”

I reached out, grabbing a fistful of her hair, pulling her closer to me. My lips crashed onto hers, devouring her mouth in a passionate, messy kiss. Red moaned into the kiss, her body arching against mine, seeking more pleasure.

And I was more than willing to give her.

My fingers brushed against her neck, feeling the heat radiating from her skin as I made my way downwards, stopping just above her breasts. I leaned in close, pressing my lips against one pert nipple before taking it between my teeth and biting lightly.

I groaned and pressed my pulsing erection against her core. Her body responded with a soft moan as I moved lower, sliding my hand down over her abdomen before diving straight between those luscious thighs, pushing them apart with ease as I pumped one finger inside of her wet cunt.

“Rogue…” she moaned, her voice breathless.

I let out a low, animalistic growl, feeling her slick heat around my finger.

“You know, Red,” I mumbled between labored breaths, “since you’ve already had your hands in me, I might as well do the same.”

My mouth moved down to hers, taking control of the kiss, my tongue demanding hers while my thumb circled her clit. I slid another finger inside her, stretching her out, making sure she felt every inch of it.

“Fuck, you’re so wet.”

I used my free hand to reach down and grasp my bulge, gripping it it hard while I pumped my fingers in and out of her, listening to the slick sound of her body giving in.

“Mmm... feels good, doesn’t it?”

“Oh God,” she gasped, her cheeks flushed, her eyes closed, completely lost in the pleasure I was giving her, “it feels amazing.”

I felt the slickness of her juices coating my hand, and I stopped touching myself, unable to resist coming in my pants.

“Good girls are more fun when they’re a little broken,” I spoke in a deep, authoritative behaviour.

I pressed my finger harder against her clit, and she gasped, but didn’t resist. She knew by now that what I wanted mattered more than her hesitation.

I shoved another finger deep into Red’s tight cunt, feeling her walls stretch and cling to me as I fucked her with my hand. Slow at first, then faster, harder—over and over, making sure she felt every inch of me inside her. Her wet pussy was gripping me like a vice.

“Fuck,” was all she could utter as her body trembled with pleasure.

I felt her getting close, her cunt squeezing around my fingers, so I pushed my thumb against her swollen clit, rubbing it roughly. She was right on the edge, I could feel it, her heat radiating through me as I teased her. But just before she could let go, I pulled my hand away, leaving her gasping and desperate.

“Not yet,” I commanded. “You’re not allowed to cum until I say so.”

I grabbed her ass with one hand, spreading her cheeks apart as I continued to toy with her clit, denying her the release she so fucking badly wanted. My fingers worked her wet entrance, teasing, just giving her enough to keep her begging but never enough to let her cum.

She bit her lip, trying to suppress any sounds of pleasure that might escape her mouth.

“Please,” she begged, grinding against my hand.

I fucking loved watching her squirm, trying to resist the overwhelming urge to come. I wanted to control everything, including when she experienced pleasure.

“I love it when you moan for me,” I whispered directly into her.

Her eyes rolled back, mouth falling open as her breathing turned ragged. Her cunt twitched and convulsed slightly, and I could see the evidence of her approaching orgasm in the way her insides clenched and released in response to my probing fingers.

“Cum for me, love,” I said softly.

I let go of her hips, finally letting her fall into the orgasm I’d been holding over her as I stepped back and removed my thumb from her swollen clit. Her pussy spasmed, releasing a torrent of thick, hot liquid dripping down her thighs as she cried out in ecstasy.

I watched with satisfaction as her face twisted in pure fucking bliss, knowing I was the one who made her fall apart like that.

“Holy shit,” she panted, and her body continued to tremble.

“There it is,” I whispered with satisfaction. “That’s my good girl.”

I held Red’s ass cheeks apart with one hand while using my other one to grab the shower and wipe some of that cum from her thighs, keeping her legs spread wide as I admired the mess she made.

Absolutely fucking divine.

I wanted nothing more than to fuck her, to take her little cunt and fill her with my thick cock until she couldn’t walk straight.

“Come here,” I ordered gruffly, placing the shower head back.

I reached out and grabbed her roughly by the back of her neck, pulling her towards me until her tits were glued to my solid chest.

I leaned in and crushed my mouth against hers, devouring her full lips in a passionate, demanding kiss, my hands sliding down to cup her ass, squeezing and gripping tightly. My tongue plunged into her parted lips, exploring every corner of her mouth before pulling away slightly, only to dive back in once more, tasting the sweetness of her saliva.

Fuck.

She was breathless and I was losing control.