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The saloon smelled of stale cigars and cheap booze. It was comparable almost to the scummy, lower-class bars that resided in the darkest parts of the cities she had lived in before, the ones that Ji-Woon had used to drag her to in disguise. He thought it was fun to act like a normal patron for just one night without being recognized, to drink their lives in a hellhole like the rest of the people who hadn’t made it into fame.
She’d hated it, but had agreed on a few separate occasions where the expensive champagne hadn’t quite been effective enough. Drinks had always been on Ji-Woon, enough of them for Yun-Jin to grow drunk enough for the rest of the night to become a hazy blur.
The saloon wasn’t so different, except it was a perfect image of a place of nightmares. Sometimes, if she spaced out for long enough, she could hear the screams of the other survivors and the brutal sounds of metal against flesh ringing in her ears. But this wasn’t a trial. Far from it.
Everything was dusty and old here. It was better than the trials, but every plank of wood beneath her feet groaned and drafts of cold wind whistled through the gaps in her room. Ji-Woon would have hated it. Or, maybe it was exactly the kind of place that he liked when it came to torturing his victims.
She needed to stop thinking about him. He had haunted her mind and her dreams ever since the day of her arrival in the realm and especially since the world had been torn apart and she had been sent back into his grasp. It was that red-head, Meg, and her new, scarred ally who had saved her. She was grateful to them for saving her life, but Ji-Woon was still out there. Regardless or not if he had been scared off for now, it was clear that he wanted them dead.
At least there was some solace in the shelter that she had been placed in. She’d been left behind with the current resident, a man that Yun-Jin could have sworn was no better than Ji-Woon. The others had promised that he was good, someone that she could trust to look out for her until their return. Really, it just seemed like they had placed her with a babysitter, but she had survived worse. She had survived Ji-Woon. This killer wouldn’t be the death of her.
The Deathslinger turned out to be something that to her, was almost worse. He had exactly the kind of character that Yun-Jin despised, yet valued so much in herself– arrogant, self-centered, cruel, and dishonest. Just like her, he wasn’t thick in the head. He had a silver tongue, which she sometimes found more aggravating than Ji-Woon’s malicious sneer. He had used his tongue to get into her head more than once. It was beginning to feel like he was in her head more than even Ji-Woon.
Another night had passed, another night spent sitting outside the door, smoking a cigar that she failed to enjoy. It had been Ji-Woon on her mind until the Deathslinger had sought her out, chasing the painful images of blood and gore from her brain with the promise of a drink. “It won’t be good, but it’ll make you feel better,” he’d told her. She almost said no, because mixing alcohol with him seemed like a terrible idea, but the echo of her own screams in her ears chased her back inside.
It had gone well at first. They’d exchanged small shreds of conversation, the kind of stuff that drove her insane during fancy gatherings. Then came the conversations of the trials, their current situation, and their stories. It became increasingly hard to focus with every second as she stared back at him across the saloon; slumped over in a chair, leaning his arm over the headrest as he occasionally gave her a look that warmed her up faster than the alcohol. She tried to ignore him. She grit her teeth and stamped on her own foot.
Of course, before long Ji-Woon became the topic of discussion. She spoke hesitantly, telling the Deathslinger the truth without clueing him in to the guilt and shame that she felt for denying Ji-Woon’s truth for so long. Admittedly, despite how uncomfortable it made her feel to do so, it had felt good to speak her story out loud. At least, until Caleb Quinn’s smug, insufferable smile grew into a smirk and he stood, slowly making his toward her where she had stationed herself against one of the walls.
She had watched him walk, looking over his hips, his waist, his proud posture. Her head had begun to feel light. He’d stopped just before reaching her and leaned over to place his drink on the bar counter, annoyingly casual and impossibly cocky, only because he knew exactly what he had to do to set her off. He did it with one smug smile and three drawn-out words. “Get over it.”
Naturally, she grew enraged after that, but her sharp tongue had never been a match for his. His diffusal of the situation was purposeful. He already knew what she wanted. He knew what would bring it out.
“I don’t understand why you’re upset, little lady. But I do think anger looks good on you.” He slid his hand down his hip as if he were sheathing a gun, hooking his fingers in the loops of his belt. Why was she watching his hands? She should be glaring at him. She should be showing him exactly how pissed off she was.
“You think I’m angry?” Yun-Jin scoffed, copying his pose. She raised her eyebrows at him pointedly, but he only stared back, something of an amused smirk on his face. It was infuriating. “You just told me that I should get over what happened to me in that fucking auditorium. I’m not angry. I’m fucking furious.”
He just stood there, taking all of her fury without seeming bothered or even ruffled. “I don’t see the need for the foul language, baby.”
“Don’t call me that! I’m not afraid to make sure that I will never become a victim to intolerable men like you ever again!” A threat wouldn’t work on him, she knew that for sure. A man like him didn’t get threatened. Not when he had nothing to lose, and not when he knew that she wouldn’t bother to chip a nail just to get him to stop using his stupid pet names.
Caleb Quinn, in his slow, sensual, deliberate way, took the few steps that brought him towering over her and leaned down, close enough so she could smell his breath. The whiskey that he had been drinking was evident, and it sent her head spinning into a flurry. “And how would you do that, baby?”
Maybe she shouldn’t have taken that drink. She didn’t think she was a lightweight, but it could have only been described as some sort of hazy intoxication that caused her to keep her face so close to his. His retort was an invitation, and not to a fight, but to something that he read in her soul and was left reflected in his dark eyes.
The sensible part of her screamed no. Bad idea. No way. But that side wasn’t useful here. Not when his breath was now brushing against the sensitive skin on her throat and not when she felt one of his hands reach down to the edge of her skirt, and not when she felt like if she didn’t kiss him right then, she would break from the anticipation.
She broke anyway. Damn, was she weak, but damn if she had never wanted so bad to be weak.
Her face crashed into his, hungry and careless and needy. He tasted like the whiskey on her own lips, surprising her at how quickly he left her melting with nothing more than his mouth and tongue.
That trailing hand had now gripped her hip tight, bringing her body close to his. The heat that gathered between them was exhilarating, causing her head to feel light.
He used his body to pin her to the wall, his other hand slowly coming down from where it had been gripping her jaw to manhandle her body and help himself to a better angle.
She fell deeper into the kiss, nearly finding herself moaning into his mouth as she felt his hips roll. Though he hadn’t pressed against any sensitive areas, the mere image of what he was doing to her was enough to leave her starstruck.
With her heartbeat seemingly pounding in every part of her body, her thoughts eventually crumbled into nothing but him. Any further thoughts, hesitations or regrets that she had were left behind as Caleb ground into her, leaving her panting and gasping for air between his lips.
Yun-Jin squirmed to make some room between them. The tension had begun to grow unbearable, trapped between him and the wall, his strength terrifying but arousing.
Growling at her attempts of adjusting herself, Caleb separated from her, reaching for her hips as he stepped backward, pulling her with him. Yun-Jin let him lead her away without complaint, stumbling over her own feet before he stopped and pushed her over the bar counter.
“Please,” she murmured as his fingers found their way under her top, teasing the skin below her ribs.
Caleb leaned forward again, whispering into her ear. “Come on, now. Use your words.”
Breathing her plea through a suppressed moan, Yun-Jin’s eyes fluttered as his fingers moved for the edge of her skirt. “Make a mess of me. Do terrible things to me. For fucks sake, ruin me!”
He chuckled. That damn chuckle. “Alright.”
Caleb pulled his hands out from under her skirt to grab at her waist again, turning her onto her stomach. She went with him willingly, gasping as he pushed his crotch against her behind. “I want to hear those beautiful screams.”
She whimpered obediently like the lustful, miserable mess that she was and allowed him to slide his fingers under her coat and up her sides until the first piece of clothing fell to the floor. Her blouse was next, but when his impatient tugging failed to loosen the buttons, he growled and manhandled her onto her back once more.
“Take this off,” he snapped breathlessly, pulling at her collar. Yun-Jin followed his command, fighting against the urge to throw back her head as he grasped her hips and squeezed, his thumbs pressing teasingly into her abdomen.
As she worked on the buttons, he snaked her skirt off. The tight-fitting fabric caught on her thighs, and for a moment Yun-Jin was afraid he would grow frustrated and simply rip the skirt free. However, he managed to wrestle it off, and Caleb threw the miniskirt to the floor without a second thought.
“Good,” the Deathslinger purred, returning to his full height with a coy smile. He ran a finger down her chin and moved up to her cheek when she couldn’t stop herself from opening her mouth in a silent plea. To her surprise, he placed his fingertip on her bottom lip, teasing her before pressing it into her mouth. “What should I do to you next?”
His hands went down her shoulders and to her back; one stopped to sneakily unclip her bra, while the other slipped down to her hip, steadying her as she lay thrown over the counter.
“Fuck me,” came her whining reply, and suddenly her bra was gone, with her underwear shortly after.
In one swift movement she was on her feet again, sandwiched between the cold, wooden counter and the warmth of his leather clothing. Her lips were on his again in a blur, too-bitter whisky and too-warm heat burning her tongue.
Silently, his grasp left her hip and went further down, teasing past her thigh before reaching her crotch. He felt her with one finger, rewarding her with a squeeze to her waist when he found her more than ready for him.
“Where’s the fight in you now, baby?” he teased as he explored her. Her grip on him was shaky already, but as he began feeling her out, she was starting to fear that she really would lose a nail.
He only added another finger when the first strangled shudder escaped her lips; he rewarded her with every sound she made by either gripping her tighter or pressing harder, testing her every corner for the one that would make her scream.
Though her senses were already feeling overwhelmed, it wasn’t enough. She needed more. She needed his body against hers. She needed to feel him to her very core. All she could do, however, was whine and beg for more.
She had to brace herself against the counter as he pressed his thumb against her clit, rubbing sensually with his deft fingers. It was enough to make her body tense and her mouth gape, but it wasn’t what she wanted. She wanted to scream, and judging by the intensity on his face, he wanted to hear it.
His pace continued until he brought her to the edge, but he suddenly pulled away before she could let it overcome her. Yun-Jin groaned in protest at the lack of his touch, but she had a feeling she knew what was coming next.
"Now, don’t get too excited just yet,” he warned her coyly, pushing her hips against the counter. “You won’t be walking away from here until I’ve made you come more times than I’ve made a grown man cry.” She didn’t know if he was being serious, but she was too busy moaning in response to his promise to care.
With a sly smile, he pulled away from her, taking her by the waist and leading her up the stairs of the saloon. Yun-Jin obliged, pleased to note that he seemed to be walking much more stiffly than usual.
He practically threw her into the bed once they reached one of the rooms, forcing her onto her rear as he began working to remove his clothing, scowling at the slow pace in which the pieces were coming off. His eyes trailed her body as every second ticked away; the hunger that she saw in his gaze felt echoed for him inside her own soul.
Growing impatient, Yun-Jin let her fingers trail down her thighs and between her legs.
“Wait for me now,” Caleb warned through a husky growl, his eyes picking her every movement apart as she touched herself, knowing very well that he was watching.
She glared at him through hooded eyes as his vest fell to the ground. “Hurry up. I’m growing impatient.”
“You’ll regret that,” he hissed, fighting through the rest of his clothing before reaching for her again, roughly shoving her over onto her back.
Yun-Jin frowned defiantly as he slapped her hand away from herself and pinned her wrist to the sheets beside her. “Make me, then.”
Grabbing her chin with a grunt of acceptance of her challenge, Caleb leaned down and moved his lips onto hers, smothering her with his mouth.
Yun-Jin kissed back desperately, squirming under him as his other hand reached for her again, replacing her touch with his own. She grabbed his face, his scarred jaw, his shoulders, holding onto any part of him that she could reach, gasping for her breath between their mouths.
Swinging her legs up onto his back as his fingers pulled away, she was left practically begging, breathless, and gasping as he periodically pressed his lips to her neck. She was a mess, and she didn’t care.
With unexpected suddenness and a deep chuckle, he was filling her up, pressing into her until her deepest desires had been fulfilled. Her grip on him tight enough to leave angry, red marks on his pale skin, Yun-Jin couldn’t hold back the throaty moan that had been building up in her chest, which was quickly rewarded with a squeeze to her breast.
“Now, I want to hear that pretty little voice of yours,” Caleb instructed, still just for a moment as he gave the order, whispering into her ear. “Scream for me, darling.”
She obeyed, letting out a breathy wail as her entire body tensed, pleasure sending fire through every nerve and seemingly pulling the breath from her lungs. When it became too much once again and she could feel herself rising to her peak, several swift thrusts from his hips caused her to release.
His hands gripping desperately onto her thighs, he stuttered before reaching his own peak, coming to a stop with a slow, pleasured gasp through his teeth that somehow sent another wave of arousal through her. Both of them were panting, damp from the sweat of their exertion.
Eventually, Caleb drew from her and came to join her on the bed, leaning back as she watched curiously from his side, her head still spinning from ecstasy. “What are you doing?” she questioned as he patted the space between them with a gleam in his eye.
“I can’t leave yet,” the Deathslinger explained. He grew a coy grin. “Not while you’ve still got a lot more in you.”
Yun-Jin willingly followed his gesture once she realized his intentions, letting him settle her beside him with his body pressed against hers. His breath was warm on her neck as he reached around for her chin, caressing her jaw for a moment before rubbing his fingertips against her lips. She obeyed, greedily taking his fingers into her mouth until he seemed satisfied.
He trailed his hand down her body until he reached her legs, pushing them apart. With his other hand, he reached down between them and began to reach for all of the places that still burned with pleasure.
The promise he had made was never broken; he made sure that she felt as many of the pleasurable sensations as her body would allow, filling the stifling heat of the room with whimpers and moans and whispered praises.
“Very good,” Caleb grunted as he made her come again, her entire body weak and damp beneath his grip. His fingers finally fell away and they laid there for a long time, breathing heavily and reveling in their experiences.
Yun-Jin soaked it in. She’d just fucked the attractive and aggravating man that she’d been struggling with for days, and she would feel guilty later. Right now, she felt accomplished and hungry for more.
Her fingers snaked down the side of his body- he chuckled when he felt her presence.
She grinned to herself. “You couldn’t manage to go once more, could you?”
She didn’t need to hear his answer. She could feel it.
Caleb sat up with a growl, grabbing her chin once again and taking her lips with his. She continued to touch him, smirking into his mouth at the soft, laboured sounds he made with every stroke.
He didn’t seem to like her laugh. With another aggressive growl, he pulled his lips away and shoved at the back of her head. She resisted for a moment, momentarily dazed with lust, before coming to realise exactly what he wanted. Hoping to draw out more pleasurable sounds from him, Yun-Jin obliged and took him with her mouth.
Caleb wasn’t shy to know that he liked what she was doing. “Good girl,” he praised breathlessly, and she swore she almost fainted from the wave of arousal that passed over her.
She had managed to gain control of him through nothing but the use of her mouth, but she was too drunk on the feelings of his hands on her rear and breasts to think about what to do next. She sat up and leaned against his chest, whispering into his collarbone as her hands teased the spots that she found made him breathe the hardest. “Fuck me. Please. Don’t stop.”
Another deep, throaty chuckle. “Oh, baby. I’ll give you whatever you want.”