The Violence of Want Chapter 27: A Fucking Nightmare
Sloane and Felix end up in a small space alone. Felix gets a lead on Sebastian's movements but it leads him to a conclusion he never wanted
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Sloane
The next several weeks pass in a similar fashion - Chan working too hard on his recovery. Felix buried in research. All of them trying to figure out what her father is up to now. They include her in everything and she’s so grateful; finally she feels a complete and unshakeable trust in all of them. Chan has insisted Hyunjin stay with Sloane every night since he can’t and Hyunjin has appointed his second in command to stay with Chan overnight. Hyunjin spends his time with Sloane tracing the patterns the moonlight makes on her skin with his long fingers and whispering to her how much he loves her. She’s as happy as she can be with the threat of her father hanging over her. Every day, Chan heals more. Every day, the pull between her and Felix tightens. She’s trying so hard to take it slow with him but it’s difficult. He seems to feel the same. But when they are alone together now, since he’d given up fighting it, he is surprisingly romantic.
He sings. Well. She caught him once coming down into the lab and requested he sing for her. He fought his embarrassment and agreed on the condition that she not look at him while he was doing it. Instead, he sat on the couch and she laid down, her head in his lap. He played with her hair, running his fingers through it as he sang. Now she asks every chance she gets and he just can’t say no to her. He took her for a walk in the garden the other night and they talked about everything and nothing, their fingers laced together. When he dropped her off at her room, she pulled him in for yet another kiss that was meant to be sweet but ended up with them holding each other at arm’s length, panting. Wanting.
But there are people everywhere. Chan has padded his security again; people to keep an eye out, people to help Felix. Trying so hard to get ahead of whatever awful thing her father is creating in that strange building. And no one knows yet about Felix. Hyunjin is one thing but how far does Chan’s patience go? Felix is his right hand, surely he would be fine with that as well but this really isn’t the time to add anything else to his plate. But she’s an adult. She can handle herself.
Until she can’t. She’s looking for something and goes into the office supply storage room, breezing in before she realizes someone is already there. Felix straightens in surprise, looking completely unprepared for her presence in such a small space. Without thinking, she closes the door behind her and leans back against it, looking at him. He wets his lips. The walls are thin. Sound travels. People roam the halls. They both know it. Sloane takes a few steps toward him and he watches her, hypnotized, before realizing and shaking his head.
“Don’t,” he says lowly, “If you come any closer, I won’t be able to…”
She slows to a stop, but only when she’s nearly pressed against him. In the silence, they can hear voices from outside. Distant, but close enough to matter. A laugh echoes down the hall. His eyes travel slowly over her face then drop to trace the line of her neck, settling on her cleavage. His eyes flick back up when she wets her lips. He steps closer, closing the distance between their chests.
“They can hear everything in here,” Felix whispers, trembling with restraint, “If we- if you make a sound-” She isn’t listening. Instead, she lifts her hand, running her fingers down the line of his neck. He shudders, his warning fading into oblivion. “That’s not fair” He sighs.
“Then tell me to stop,” she murmurs, watching her fingers glide along his collarbone.
He doesn’t. His hand lifts and his fingers curl around hers instead - tight, like he needs it to ground himself.
“God…this is a bad idea,” he breathes, but he’s already leaning in.
He kisses her. This one doesn’t even start chastely. It’s hunger and fear and tenderness with bite. Consuming. His lips force hers apart with surprising strength and he angles his head. She has to follow his movements to not break the kiss and she’d be lying if she said his desperate dominance didn’t have her soaked already. Her hands go into his hair and she tugs gently. Voices sound louder outside and Felix squeezes her waist, tongue flicking against her bottom lip. She lets out a shuddering breath but it’s quiet.
“Good,” he breathes against her mouth, “You’re doing so good.”
That makes her whimper and he licks the sound out of her mouth, kissing her deeply again. She doesn’t even realize she’s moving until her back hits the door with the softest thud. She gasps into his mouth and his grip tightens on her hip. He presses himself tight against her and she can’t stop the little moan that comes out. They both freeze when they hear voices right outside the door, but it doesn’t last long. Felix leans in again like he literally cannot stop himself, his eyes darting between her skin and the door like he wants to keep an eye out but can't look away from her. His kisses trail up her jaw now and his breath is hot on her ear. His voice shakes as he murmurs, “I tried so hard to be good. So fucking hard.”
He dips a bit then hoists her up, pinning her to the door with his hips. His lips go to her neck.
“I’m sorry, I can’t stop,” he groans against her skin, rolling his hips against her. The bulge in his pants hits her perfectly and her head thunks against the wood as she lets out a moan. “Be quiet,” he hisses, his hand coming up to cover her mouth, but he doesn’t stop, “Please be quiet.” His hips roll relentlessly against hers and she sucks in ragged breaths through her nose. “I’m sorry,” his hand squeezes her ass, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he sucks on her neck and she tugs sharply on his hair. When she turns her head to the side to escape his hand silencing her, he drops it.
“Felix,” she whispers and he lifts his head to look at her, pupils blown wide, “I’m trying to be quiet but if you do not fuck me right now, I am going to scream.”
He pauses, staring at her with wide eyes, then he snaps. With a low growl, he pulls back just enough to grip her blouse. She barely has time to take a breath before he’s ripping it open, the buttons flying in different directions. If she could form a thought, she might think about how it would be better to stop wearing so many buttons around these men. He yanks the fabric off her shoulder with her bra strap, greedily mouthing at her exposed skin. She’s burning, writhing against him, trying so hard to be quiet. He pulls her other bra strap down too then the cups of her bra. He wraps his hands around her ribcage and lifts her higher, getting his mouth on her nipples.
“Fuck I can’t wait anymore,” he says, his voice pitched so low she can hardly hear him. “I have to have you now.”
“Finally,” she sighs and he reaches between them, working her pants open the best he can in the small space as her hips are still moving. His knuckles graze her as he gets his open too and it’s a lot of fumbling and more tearing of fabric but - at last- he is pressing his hips forward, sinking his cock into her. “Fuuuuck,” she moans, forgetting completely about trying to be quiet, her eyes rolling back.
Felix doesn’t seem to care anymore either. He pulls back, dragging himself along her snug walls before pushing back in, deep and hard. She clings to him, her bare breasts rubbing slightly against the material of his shirt as he rolls his hips into her firmly. When he starts to move faster, the door begins to thump against the frame and he steps away, pulling out and setting her down. He leads her by the hand further into the room then lays down flat on the floor, pulling her down too. He gets her facing away from him, straddling him. He lifts his head to watch her grip him to lift him for herself. His dick glistens with her juices and he moans. It only deepens as she sinks down onto him once more.
She braces her hands on his strong thighs, leaning forward and arching her back as she rolls her hips. He’s got a perfect view of himself disappearing into her, of the creamy white ring around the base of his cock that she’s making. She looks over her shoulder to see his face. He’s got one arm bent behind his head to hold it up, his eyes glued to where they join. His other hand is at his mouth and he’s got one finger between his front teeth. He lifts his eyes slowly to hers and he looks so sexy and feels so good that as soon as his gaze meets hers, she’s clenching around him as she comes. His mouth drops open and his hand leaves his mouth, pushing into his hair and gripping it like it will keep him from moaning. But when nothing keeps Sloane from moaning as the pleasure racks through her, he sits up quickly, pressing his chest to her back, and covers her mouth with his hand. She leans back against him, shivering a little as she comes down. But she doesn’t stop moving. That had really only made her hungrier for him.
“Squeezing me so tight, ae-in,” he moans right into her ear, “feel so fucking good.”
She moans into his palm and he nuzzles into her neck then kisses her shoulder as he starts to move his hips up as she rocks against him. Her eyes pop wide, the sharp sound she makes muffled by his hand and he smirks against her skin.
“Thought you’d do that. Gotta keep quiet, remember?”
She nods, but it’s weak. Her self control is gone. She doesn’t give a fuck who hears her anymore as long as she can keep riding Felix until she collapses. He hits her just right and she arches, squirming. Felix opens his mouth to say something else but the tone of his phone going off makes both of them freeze in their motions. Sloane can feel the disappointment radiating off of him, feel the resignation in his frame before he even moves. She presses her hips harder down against him, trying to make him stay. He grunts then kisses her shoulder again and leans over, picking up his phone. His hand stays over her mouth as he answers it. He doesn’t even have to say a word. After a moment of listening, he’s frowning.
“I’ll be right there,” he says then hangs up.
His eyes meet hers, large and sad and he drops his hand. She pouts.
“No, please stay,” she whispers. He closes his eyes like it pains him.
“Don’t do that,” he begs. Opens his eyes again, “I have to. I really have to.”
She slumps in defeat and he helps her up then stands himself. He’s a mess, his cock bobbing in front of him, unsatisfied. It shines in the light and the white on his shaft is obscene in a way that makes his throat bob. Sloane stares, trying to hold herself back. It’s nearly impossible.
“I’m sorry,” he says, pulling on his clothes. He hands her hers as he goes. When he picks up her ruined shirt, he blushes a bit and hands over the hoodie he was wearing. She slips it over her head, reveling in the warm smell of him. “You’re alright?”
“I’m fine,” she promises with a soft smile. He’s so thoughtful. He adjusts himself in his pants then pauses at the door to look back at her one more time. They share a sad smile and then he’s gone.
Felix
It’s not the most comfortable, walking down the hallway with a raging hard-on. Not when he could be back with Sloane, so deep inside of her, listening to her try to be quiet but struggle because he’s making her feel so good…. Fuck. He shakes his head and tries to concentrate. He goes around to the main entrance of the lab - with so many people around now, the secret entrance is for emergencies only. The less people who know about it the better. As he jogs down the stairs, his mind is already spinning. The message he’d gotten on the phone had been enough to make him come immediately. Minho. His people have been watching the same location too often lately. It’s the tiniest of threads but Felix will follow it and if there’s anything to discover, he’ll figure it out. Because he has to. Because he’ll take any lead he can get.
When he strides into the room, he’s handed a folder and he flips through it as he walks to his desk. In full business mode now, he clicks into his system and his eyes scan the information. Some digging leads him to the conclusion that it’s a meeting spot. One Sebastian has been to several times in the past few months. He’s leaning in, focused hard on the monitor. This is more than a thread, more than a string. It’s a rope. A real lead. He works his magic, breaking through encryption after encryption until, finally, he is into Minho’s system. But there’s nothing there other than the very basics of the tracking of the movements that he’d already found himself. He sits back, setting an elbow on the armrest. He sets his chin on his thumb and rubs it with his forefinger as he thinks. Sebastian. Sloane’s father. He’d been so insistent on having her back that he’d nearly killed Chan. And then he went radio-silent. Really, this makes more sense for the man Felix knows he is. Cold. Calculating. He’s not a warm father missing his daughter. And what would suddenly make Sloane so valuable to him that he’d go to such lengths to get her home again? Just to focus his efforts elsewhere right after… Sure, Felix had clocked some strange men he tracked back to Sebastian trying to get onto Minho’s island. They never made it there. They never went home. Sloane’s father hadn’t sent any more after that.
Then Felix remembers the video he’d shown Sloane when she’d come home. Minho’s words. They don’t even know what they’re holding. Felix sits there for a long time, contemplating. He researches some more. He finds nothing of importance. It’s late now. Only the ones who were hired on because of their proficiency in his own field were still in the lab with him but they were silent save the clicking of keys and mouses. Hours have passed and still Felix doesn’t know what Minho knows. But he is certain Minho knows something. Something important enough to have his men monitoring the meetings. To build an intelligence file around. Important enough to keep the real details out of his system completely. And then comes the realization that has Felix pausing, going still. The awful realization that he hates already. That Chan will hate even more. That Hyunjin might actually murder someone over. They need Minho. Not his soldiers or his territory. Not his protection. His information. Because whatever game Sloane’s father is playing, Minho saw it first. And now Felix was positive that the literal only person who holds the information they need to best Sebastian was the person they all trusted the least. Felix sighs. Because convincing Chan to ask Minho for help was going to be a fucking nightmare.
