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Chapter 26

       I stood outside Adriel's office door in the Avid building, anger sparking deep behind my eyes. The only reason my hands weren't balling into fists was because of the nine-year-old holding tightly onto one of them.

       Even though my conversation with Luke replayed over in my head like a morbid soundtrack stuck on repeat, and all I wanted to do was grab both of the Markos siblings and run from this place as fast as we could, those feelings were quickly pushed aside. Because there was Adriel, standing in his office, with a way too pretty blonde female standing far too close to him.

       I liked to say in my previous boy experiences that I wasn't a jealous person, but none of those boys were Adriel, and she was being very flirty. I knew what that looked like-the hair flipping, the batting of the eyelashes, the gentle arm touches-I've done enough flirting in my life to know when it was being laid on thick.

       "Lark? Are you okay?" Raf asked beside me and tugged gently on my hand.

       "Yeah, I'm fine. Why?" But I couldn't unglue my eyes from the sight of the supermodel-pretty girl and Dri. It was such a stupid thing to be angry over too, not after that shit eating afternoon with Luke. I had way too much to worry about, but that lovely little sight sure as hell didn't make anything easier.

       "Because you're squeezing my hand really hard and it hurts." Raf tugged down on my hand again and I immediately let go.

       "Shit, I'm sorry kid. I wasn't paying attention."

       "Obviously." She mumbled and flexed her little hand before slipping it back into mine. "Don't let go, just don't squeeze so hard." I could only nod. I had so much more to be concerned over instead of some girl getting too close to Adriel, but for some reason, it was the only thing my mind focused on.

       She was wearing a business, knee-length, black skirt and white button-down blouse, that hugged her chest a little too nicely. Her nails were bright red and long, like claws, and her feet were strapped in a pair of delicate matching red heels. That long blonde hair was straight and pinned back behind her ears so it cascaded down her slender back like a waterfall.

       Ugh. Blondes. Always showing up the brunettes. I found myself self-consciously tucking a stray dark curl behind my ear.

       She was holding a clipboard in one hand while the other rested suggestively on his arm-his bicep to be exact with her pretty blonde head thrown back in laughter. He was smiling at whatever she had said, though his eyes were glancing down at the clipboard. He wasn't moving away.

       Oof. Well, okay then.

       I felt heat lick the back of neck, and a strange buzzing sounded in my ears. I regretted bringing us there now. After I grabbed Raf away from the pigeons and all-but threw her in my yellow Bug, I hightailed it to Dri's office where he said he would be all day. I had every intention of just barging into his office to say we needed to get the hell out of this town, until that lovely little spectacle hit me.

       I probably looked like an insane asylum escapee, standing there in front of his office window, glaring at the people inside while holding a nine-year-old's hand. What the hell do I do now? We could just turn around and go home and he would get a lovely little talk later that night, or I could barge in like I first intended and see what they did.

       God, I really didn't like this jealousy thing. We weren't in a legit relationship. We weren't even dating. All Adriel and I had agreed to was sex. I knew that. He could flirt, date, fuck whoever he wanted.

       Just as I was about to make the decision to take us home and ignoring Raf's demands about telling her what was going on, those dark blue eyes flickered up to the window. Fuck. Well, that's what you get for standing there a solid two-minutes staring like a freak. I forced my gaze from his and glanced down at Raffie.

       "What are the chances your brother likes blondes?"

       She tiled her head to the side in that adorable little confused way of hers and batted those big blues. "Um, blonde what's?"

       "Ugh, never mind." I shook my head and turned to face the cause of my irritation as the door to our right swung open.

       "Lark? Raf? What are you guys doing here?" The cheerful tone that filled Adriel's voice as he stepped into the hallway, with that stupid smile I thought was just for us, surprised me.

       Oh, so he was happy to see us after his little canoodling with the pretty blonde? Right.

       "Hey Adriel!" Raf cheered excitedly and let go of my hand to wrap her arms tightly around her brother's waist.

       "Hey kiddo. What are you guys doing here?" He asked again, though his smile didn't fall from his stupid perfect lips. I would be smiling too if I had my own personal hot blonde to flirt with every day.

       I knew I was being over dramatic, but I honestly didn't care. It's not like I walked in on them having sex or anything, but he had been smiling at her-and Dri only ever smiled around Raf and I. Which was a shit thought, in retrospect. I was glad he was able to be happy outside of us, not that I was exactly thrilled at the reason, but still.

       I was a big girl, and I've handled things far worse than pretty girls flirting with the guy I was sleeping with. Compared to everything else going on in our lives, this should have been nothing. I sucked in a deep breath, made sure my big girl pants were on tight, and brought my gaze to his.

       "I don't know. Larkin said she had to talk to you, but we've just been standing here for, like, ever." Raf groaned in that dramatic way she always did, and I rolled my eyes. She was too much sometimes.

       Adriel raised his eyebrow at me but didn't comment about the 'standing there forever' part. "You wanted to talk to me?"

       "Yeah, but it can wait. You and blondie are obviously pretty busy right now."

       Both eyebrows raised at that, and those stupid dark eyes, that could make me do almost anything, flickered back into the office where the blonde was waiting, clipboard still in hand. When that gaze flickered back to mine, I wanted to punch him. The ass hole had the audacity to smirk at me. Straight up smirk!

       Like he thought I was being funny!

       Oh. I'll show him funny.

       "Charlotte was just going over some data for the site with me."

       "Well I hope you and Charlotte have a good fucking time. We're going." I grabbed back onto Raffie's hand, pulled her away from her pig of brother, and turned to stomp all haughtily away. We didn't get far before that stupid strong hand of his was wrapping around my wrist and pulling me to a stop.

       "Look whose being jealous now." My head whipped around at the snicker in his voice, fire blazing angrily behind my eyes. It didn't help that he wasn't even trying to hide that stupid pleased smirk pulling on the corner of his lips.

       "I'm not jealous."

       He laughed and the sound did little to ease the anger strumming through me. "Right, because you're normally this mad at me."

       "I'm not mad." I let out a shaky breath to try and control the pounding in my ears. Rafael was standing awkwardly in front of us, her hand still gripped in mine as those big eyes flickered between the two of us. "It's been a long day. I want to go home."

       "I want to get lunch."

       "Get lunch with blondie. I'm sure that'll thrill the skirt right off her."

       "Larkin." I didn't miss the warning in his tone, and when his eyes glanced pointedly towards his sister then back to me, I knew I had to cool it.

       I let out a long heavy sigh and pulled my wrist from his grasp. "Look, we're going home. I don't care what you do, just be home for dinner."

       That amused expression fell from his face as I turned once again and began walking away. "We'll talk later." He called after me as Raf's confused frown disappeared and she turned to wave goodbye at the idiot.

       "Whatever."

-&-

       "I don't understand why you're mad at me." The casual, nonchalant tone of his voice sounded like nails digging into my skull.

       I had almost completely forgotten about my conversation with Luke, or that there was a whole section of the town that wanted us dead, and the other wanted me. The only thing on my mind for the rest of the afternoon was that ass hole and 'Charlotte'. What a fucking joke.

       "I'm not fucking mad."

       "Says the girl wiping holes into a glass plate."

       I slapped the beyond dry glass down firmly on the counter. "I'm not mad, it's just been a long day."

       "Yeah, you've set that already, but for some reason I don't believe you."

       My shoulders tensed, but I refused to turn and look at him as I grabbed another dish. Just because I was some demon's Key, or whatever, didn't mean I wasn't still a teenager. Hormones sucked ass, and when I was pissed, I was pissed.

       "Well, you should, I'm fine."

       The chuckle that filled the air only made my rage boil. "So, this is a jealous Lark? It's interesting."

       Don't look at him. Don't. He would get way too much satisfaction at seeing the fire burning behind my eyes.

       "No. There's absolutely nothing to be jealous of. We're not a thing. You're allowed to screw whoever you want to." I didn't bother keeping the venom from my words. I knew the whole 'screwing part' was farfetched, but I also didn't care. We weren't a thing. He could do whatever the hell he wanted, to whoever he wanted.

       "What if I only want to screw you?" His voice was suddenly a dark, low, murmur in my ear. I hadn't even realized he walked up behind me until then.

       My back straightened as the feeling of his breath sent shivers down my spine. Sex right then was the last fucking thing I needed, but my body didn't seem to get that message. Adriel's strong hands were suddenly caging me between his chest and the counter, with no escape in sight.

       "Don't, Adriel." I tried to keep my voice steady and cold, but it was surprisingly a lot harder than a minute ago. Pun intended.

       "Hm." He hummed against my skin, his lips gently trailing from behind my ear and down the side of my neck. "Don't what?"

       "You know what." I hissed, even though he didn't seem to hear a word I said. His body pushed mine gently against the counter, and one of his hands slipped beneath my shirt to slowly brush along my stomach.

       "Raf's down for the night."

       "That's not why I said don't." I grumbled, even though it was a weak attempt at resistance.

       "Do you want me to stop?" He asked teasingly as his mouth left a hot trail along my skin.

       No. No, I didn't want him to stop-and the fucker knew it. My anger from before still simmered beneath the surface and only added onto the aroused fire coursing through my veins. His fingers teased the skin just above to edge of my leggings, and as his touch gently slipped beneath the fabric, my legs trembled.

       "I'm fucking pissed at you."

       "I know."

       I couldn't stop the electricity thrumming through me, and I had to squeeze my legs together to ease the pulsing between them. "Tell me to stop and I will." Dri's voice was back in my ear, his teeth gently nipping at the lobe as his hand slipped further down my leggings. I had to force a ragged breath from my lungs as his body pressed against mine, until I could feel everything.

       I had such a death grip on the dish towel that I was surprised my short, trimmed nails weren't cutting through the fabric. My other hand was holding a poor, defenseless plate viciously to the counter like it would jump up and run away if I didn't.

       "I don't really think you want me to." His words were a dark caress on my skin that urged me to just let go, to give in as his strong fingers reached the edge of my underwear and slipped slowly beneath the elastic.

       Fuck it. I was a goner. If he wanted to do this right now, then fine.

       After all, we were just sex anyways.

       I gasped and rocked back into him, as he reached the bundle of nerves begging for his attention. I let my ass rub over that hard knot in his jeans, and my legs seemed to part invitingly on their own. Then that chuckle was back in my ear, his lips sending sparks through my body as they trailed over my skin. His fingers slipped easily over me.

       "There's my good girl." That little amount of praise he murmured into my ear made me feel all fluttery inside. Though I didn't have long to think about it since most of my concentration went into not gasping like a fish out of water when then that too-familiar feeling of his finger slipping inside me took over.

       "Adriel...." I groaned into the stale kitchen air as he started that mind-numbing in and out motion.

       My back arched over the counter, my palms had long let go of the towel and plate and were bracing the rest of my body against the cold marble. His other hand let go of the counter to reach under my shirt, slide quickly up my stomach and started playing with my nipples. I gasped as he squeezed the hard point through my bra.

        I rocked against his hand, trying to ride it into the pleasure I so desperately wanted. He didn't let me for long though, and that finger was pulling away so he could flip my body easily around before I realized it. Neither of us bothered with sweet words or reassurances as our lips locked together, his tongue plunging against mine as those hands gripped like iron around my hips and lifted me onto the countertop.

       My fingers automatically dropped to the button of his jeans as he began pulling my leggings and underwear down. We were both in such a hurry that we didn't care what was happening or who was ready. I wanted him fucking in me, and I knew he wanted that just as badly. I had just got his pants and boxers down far enough to be out of the way when he suddenly shoved up between my legs.

       "Dri!" I did shout that time as he held my body pinned to the counter and didn't bother trying to go slow. One of my hands gripped tightly into his shirt as the other braced myself against the countertop. There was no mercy in his movements, or hesitation as he took my body as badly as I needed him to.

       "Fuck, you drive me insane." Adriel growled as he gripped tightly onto my waist with one hand so the other could wrap in my hair. I let out a ragged gasp as he jerked my head back, never stopping the entire time. I blinked up at those blue eyes, and the dark, dangerous glint flashing through them only turned me on more. "This is what you do to me, Larkin." His words were like a hot, sensual caress rolling against my already heated skin.

       I couldn't say anything, the pleasure coursing through my body was too much to control. I honestly had no idea how he was able to speak, but he was always good at multi-tasking, and his words sent shivers down my spine.

       Dri's hand slipped from my hair and I let my head roll back to stare in bliss at the ceiling as his touch brushed down my neck and over my shirt. He squeezed my breast, and I let out a low moan as he pinched both of my hard nipples, before trailing slowly down my stomach.

       He was taking me so aggressively I could almost feel my insides expand and contract each time he pulled away then shoved back in. I felt that fire building in the pit of my stomach, felt the arousal causing my inner muscles to clench. "Dri... Dri, God, I'm close." Some part of me gasped out as his fingers finally reached their destination.

       "Are you looking for permission?" His voice was slightly breathless, but it didn't take away that insane pleasure.

       "Nooooo." I groaned as he suddenly pulled all the way out and shoved back in. No, I didn't need his permission. But I sure as hell still wanted it. His dark laugh was back, and it reverberated throughout the kitchen.

       "Go ahead, baby. Come for me." The words had barely passed his lips when those fingers pinched my clit and the world officially exploded.

       "Adriel!" I screamed as pleasure washed over every part of my being.

       I was on such an endorphin filled high I almost missed his grip tighten around my waist and his mouth sinking harshly down onto my shoulder. I wasn't sure if he meant it, but I could feel the bite through my shirt. Dri's hips jerked harshly against mine and then he was coating my insides as I fell slowly back to Earth.

       We stayed pressed together, panting, against the counter. The dishes long forgotten. I felt him slowly soften, but he didn't pull out as we both tried to control our breathing. His lips pressed against mine, and I let my arms wrap loosely around his neck as his tongue licked my mouth.

       "Still mad at me?" He asked teasingly when he finally pulled away. I narrowed my eyes and tried to scowl, but I was far too exhausted and satisfied to really care.

       "Fuck off."

       "Can't do that when I'm too busy fucking you."

       "Jerk." I grumbled, and let out an odd, displeased noise when he lifted my body enough to slip easily out. He chuckled softly, his lips pressing against my forehead as those arms wrapped tightly around my waist.

       "Sleeping with me tonight?" Adriel asked casually, that cocky, arrogant tone glistening through his voice as he held me easily in the air.

       "No. You can fuck yourself." Yet despite my words, my arms squeezed tighter around his neck and I let him pull me away from the counter. His fingers were splayed out across my bare hips. Somewhere in the middle of all that, he had managed to finish taking my leggings and underwear off and they laid uselessly on the floor.

       "Then who's going to fuck you?" He teased and bent effortlessly down, my body still wrapped tightly around his, and picked my bottoms off the floor.

       "You just did."

       He laughed and wrapped both arms under my bare ass to hoist my body further into the air. I was prepared for another witty retort and was gearing up with one of my own when those dark blues locked onto my gaze. My breath caught in my throat. He could be such an arrogant, pig-headed, ass of a man-but then there were the times when he gave me that look, and I felt like the only person in the world that mattered.

       "You never need to be jealous, Lark. You're it for me."

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I hope you guys enjoyed!

There will be at least five, if not six, more chapters to go! And then I can start on the second book/give HFR some attention. But I might be taking a day or two off from updating so I can get the ending finished.

I know some of you are a little disappointed with the outcome/plot of the story, so I went ahead and added a further description on the book in the preface so future readers won't go in with too wrong of an impression. I still hope you enjoyed the book though! Its become one of my favorite!

I can't wait for you guys to experience the chaos that is my mind! Hehe