Misted (Team Zero #5) by Rina Kent

I’m the only enemy Mist gets.

Her monstrosity is mine.

Her fall is mine.

Even her animosity is fucking mine.

I meet Scar’s gaze and motion behind me, silently communicating to let it go. Thankfully, she sighs and drops it, but not before flipping Molly the finger with a wide grin on her face.

“Come back fast, Hawky!” She kisses my cheek and saunters towards the stairs.

“Disgusting,” Molly mutters. “Get a room.”

I barge into her space, standing toe-to-toe. She instinctively pushes back. Mist unfolds her arms and tries to step between us, but I get even closer until there’s no space between me and Molly and I can smell her vanilla scent. The younger woman stares up at me with wide eyes and swallows audibly. I’m sure my fucking scary, lifeless eyes are doing the job.

She should know better than to mess with any Team Zero. Especially me.

“Do that again and you’ll have a personal problem with me.”

Molly laughs with cringing awkwardness. “I didn’t do anything.”

“Get lost.”

She casts a glance at Mist. Thankfully, the latter pulls her from in front of me. “Go.”

Molly throws me unsure glances as she walks backwards before she turns and disappears around the corner.

“You don’t get to terrorise her like that,” Mist grits out, back to crossing her arms, red-painted fingers tapping her forearm.

Red. Always her fucking colour.

I grab her wrist and push her inside her room. She gasps as I shut the door and slam her against it. Both her hands push at my chest, her cheeks flushing with exertion.

She really hates me touching her.

It would’ve hurt if I still cared. But now, I’m ruining her. Now, I’m taking back what was forced out of me.

During all that torture, I swore to myself that if I got out of there alive, she’d be my first stop.

I’m done disappearing.

Done playing by the rules.

Done denying my deepest, darkest desires.

I advance forward, my weight having one purpose only. She’s touching me with fingers that have been inside her moments ago. My cock hardens at the image of biting those fingers in my mouth as I ram inside her against the wall.

A guttural groan threatens to escape, and I press it down, continuing my merciless barging into her space.

Although she’s pushing, her strength fails her. Either she’s not doing her best or her withdrawal is acting up.

Her stardust freckles disappeared either by makeup or something else. She always thought them an imperfection, but the woman standing in front of me is imperfection itself.

A hypocrite. A rigid cord with no substance.

“Nero!” She shouts, out of breath.

As if being drenched by freezing water, I stop an arm’s length from her but I don’t move away.

“What are you going to do about him?” She’s panting, her hands on my chest shaking. Perhaps her withdrawal is that bad.

“None of your concern.” I bite out. “You know nothing and saw nothing. Stop having your emotions written all over your face.”

“But that day, I – ”

I grab her hands, imprison her wrists in one hand and slam them on the door above her head. “You weren’t there. You know fuck. Got it?”

Her lower lip trembles. “Stop. Just stop.”

“Stop what?”

“Stop doing this. Whatever it is you’re doing.”

“And let you save Ink?” I lean against her neck, tempted to bite the skin and draw fucking blood. She sucks in an audible breath as I whisper against the throbbing pulse in her throat, “Not going to happen.”

“What do you want?” Her tone is firm but not strong. “I’ll do it. Just tell me what you want.”

A bitter laugh escapes me. Fuck. She would really do anything for Ink. Two can play this game. I’ll ruin her so badly, that when he has her back, she’ll be a mere shell. A broken doll.

“I want to fuck you, Hellion.” Physically and fucking mentally until nothing is left of her.

Just like nothing is left of me.





8





Mist





I lose my most basic control when I’m around you and sometimes, I never want it back.



I stare up at Hawk, lips parting and eyes widening.

I want to fuck you, Hellion.

No matter how much I replay it, it still doesn’t make any sense.

Logical or not, the familiar heat spreads over my skin like a slow, burning fire. My thighs clench together, still feeling the orgasm from earlier.

The moment I shut my lids, all I could see was these turquoise eyes and his silent, yet loud presence. With each stroke of my fingers, I imagined him watching me, touching me, wanting me.

Despite his words, the dark look on his face isn’t that of the desire I wished for. It’s of hate and deep-seated anger.

Hawk’s only purpose is to ruin me, and while I thought I was ready for this, it stabs a dagger into my half-empty chest.

I purse my lips in a futile attempt to control my body’s reaction.

Easier said than done.

My skin is so sensitive, the door’s wood triggers harsh, pleasurable friction. My air fills with his cloves, smoke and deep ocean scent.

At times like these, I miss the distance, but I miss him more. He’s finally looking at me instead of erasing me.