2020, March 3rd
(Imperium, Stormhold)
KEIRA
He laughed heartily, a rumble that came from deep inside him. His reaction made me certain that he'd reject the idea outright
In fairness, I did almost kill him and his brother. Besides, this probably wasn't a worthwhile proposition to him. Aiden Condron was no stranger to naked women throwing themselves at him. But then I wasn't exactly a scarecrow. With looks like mine, I could fuck my way through Stormhold if I so chose.
Was he a great fuck? Yes. I still loved Ethan, but Aiden Condron fucked me like his dick belonged inside me. The euphoria was otherworldly. The rumours were not exaggerated. If anything, they undersold him.
That wasn't why I wanted to dick around with him though. The liveliness in his vibrant ocean blues called out to me.
My half naked body was a distraction. I hoped that if, by some miracle, he agreed to my proposal, he wouldn't ask for crucial information. Like what I had in mind for the next few days. Honestly, I had no idea. I just wanted to surround myself with him.
"We both know if I'm going to spend time with you, the only thing that's going to be optional is clothes," he said at last, deciding he didn't really care what else we were doing as long as it included him doing me.
We could disappear. Away from the burdens, sorrows and responsibilities Stormhold represented. Get lost in the wind. I could get him to use his big dick on my pussy night after night in Paris or Bali. No one would bat an eye. Even if they did, what could they do about it?
After partying up a storm for weeks in undisclosed locations where no one knew who we were, my enemy turned lover finally took me home at Madz's insistence.
"Ready to go back?" Aiden asked me, his eyes flickering with uncertainty and fear.
I felt it too. Letting each other go meant returning to bleak realities neither of us were ready to face. Him asking me to leave his side felt wrong. That was stupid. We barely knew each other. Didn't even like each other. That was part of the allure. No strings or shackles. It made the fucking raw and intense.
"It's been real, Condron," I said, throwing the passenger door of the car open, determined not to make a scene.
The weight of the world settled on my shoulders as I walked the halls of The House of Assassins. My first order of business was heading to Madz's office to be reprimanded for my disappearing act.
Madeline 'Madz' Dormer. Archduchess of Imperium/Queen of Assassins. After Stormhold's many struggles for liberation over the years, she'd always be the general to me.
"... Reckless behavior cost us precious time," Madz ripped into me.
Her words fell on deaf ears. I could still feel his lips on my neck from the goodbye fuck. Was he a touch more delicate this morning? We still fucked like porn stars, but I could have sworn his lips lingered on my skin a tad more than usual.
"I'm leaving Imperium," my voice declared, my mind still filled with memories of shared laughs and grunts on his yacht.
"No more going rogue, Keira," Madz snapped. "You are a Dormer. A soldier. You had your fun galavanting…"
On and on she droned about responsibility. Honor. Duty. But the only word that echoed in my brain was fun.
Stumbling through the doors, drunk off my ass at 3 AM in the morning, knowing he'd fuck me until noon. That was fun. A luxury Keira Dormer, number one assassin of the army of myth, could not afford. And yet, the world hadn't imploded in my absence.
Aiden Condron was fun.
"I'm done. I'm out," I said, cutting Madz off, turning my back on her as though drawn away by some unknown force.
He was gone, Keira. There was nothing to go back to. Just a fling. My feet carried me to the door anyway. They had never felt so heavy before.
"Very well," said Madz as I reached the door. My heart skipped a beat. Was it really that simple? Would she let me go? Let me live? "We'll get you caught up on current events tomorrow. Theron's coronation…"
Of course not. It was like she didn't even hear me. Fuck I was tired. My soul was tired. The killing. The wars. Fighting for my country for the last decade, since I was fifteen. Keira Dormer barely even existed anymore.
Until him. The fifteen year old I left behind when I sacrificed my first love for Stormhold returned at Aiden's side. I liked her. Wanted to get to know her.
"Bye mother," I said with a burdened heart, heavy with the shame of a deserter as I laid a hand on her doorknob, turned it and walked out the door.
Tears prickled at my eyes as I stormed through The House of Assassins. Happy, sad, afraid, ashamed. The roller-coaster of emotions was unending, but I didn't stop. Didn't turn back.
With nothing but a backpack flung over my shoulder, I ran back to the gates, where I'd left him an hour ago now. It was foolhardy. We had lives. Big responsibilities. He was a prince. I was a soldier. Caspira needed him. Stormhold needed me. Keira the woman didn't give two fucks.
Gone. Gone. Already gone. He wouldn't be waiting, naive Keira. The world didn't wait. It moved on without you, while you spent your teen years on wars and murder. He would move on too.
A lump in my throat as I halted at the gates to The House of Assassins. The unshed tears fell when I laid eyes on him, arguing with assassins.
"I just need to see her, just…" he trailed off when saw me. Our eyes locked. The breath I didn't know I was holding, had been holding for the last decade, eased out of me. I tossed him a confident smile. "... One
more time," he finished, returning my beam with one of his own.