Alice's POV

I drove her to the point of exhaustion in the back of the Hummer. By the end, I don't know if she was begging for more or for me to stop – it all sounded the same. Her cries of ecstasy are still echoing in my ears, the way she called out my name when I pushed her over the edge time and time again.

She was already half asleep by the time I pulled away to leave her. Before getting out of the Hummer, I tossed a blanket over her bare form – if she got sick, she'd be no good to me.

That was nearly four nights ago. I haven't gone back to her since then. That's how it is though. After nights like that, I stay away for a few days. I spoil her, then don't give her anything. That helps in bringing her back time and time again.

I catch her every time she tries to watch me discretely. She's getting anxious again. She hates waiting, but I need to keep her hooked because I'm hooked. Do I really have to make her wait? It doesn't really matter, because she's going to wait one way or another.

I haven't made her wait this long in a while though. There was something about that night in the back of the Hummer – I think something changed. So while I try to figure out what's going on in my head, she's going to be patient and wait.

I can't tell if more time is harder or easier for her, I think it's a combination of both. It's easier because she's already gone a couple of days without me, and harder for the same exact reason.

She'll get what she wants though, she always does. I want the exact same thing; I just don't have the patience that she does. I guess you could say my patience is a bit bipolar; I can have patience when I want it, but other times, I just can't control myself.

I know she's wondering why I've stayed away so long. I usually only leave her alone for a day, maybe two at the most. Four days is torture for the both of us. There's just too much going on in my head.

The situation can be easily remedied; I know what to do to get my head out of the clouds. I need to get back in her. I won't admit to it, but I need her as much as I've made her need me. That has to be what's wrong. I know she needs me, that's fine. The fact that I might need her, that's something completely different.

I'm openly watching her as she moves through the convoy, checking on everyone before retiring for the night. K-mart, the teen that usually hangs around Claire, gives her a wave before heading to Carlos's Jeep. That will leave Claire all to me, just the way that I like it.

She glances over and catches me watching her. Even though I'm not next to her, I know her heart starts beating faster, drumming against her ribcage. All it takes is one look and she knows that I'm not going to make her wait any longer. Maybe I should, just for the hell of it… but I can't.

Darkness settles on the camp, but it doesn't make a difference to me. I can still see perfectly well. I get up from my perch and walk to the Hummer, stalking through the night like a predator. She's in the backseat, pretending to be asleep. I know better.

As soon as I open the door, her eyes are open and she's looking at me. Already, I can hear my own heartbeat in my head, the adrenaline is starting to pump. I haven't even touched her yet.

I shut the door behind me and climb on top of her. Her breath is already coming in short bursts, excitement skyrocketing because I haven't come to her in so long. I lean down, capturing her lips as forcefully as ever. I'm aggressive, I'm possessive, I'm rough, and she loves it.

Already, she's quivering beneath me. Her fingers are twitching as she fights the urge to touch me – she knows the rules. There are only certain times she gets to bend them, and now is not the time.

Tonight, I'm eager, it's hard to control myself. I just want to rip her clothes off and be done with it. Why do I care if she has anything else to wear? Well, honestly, I don't want to share her with anyone else and if she's running around without any clothes everyone else gets to see what I see.

It seems like it takes me forever to get rid of her clothes and I admire the picture I've painted on her. There are bruises on her breasts from the last time we were together, hickeys splattered here and there over her from that same night. She never complained once through it, just pled for more until I gave it to her.

Admiring my work brings me back to some semblance of control – I honestly don't think it's something I have when I'm with her. I lean down and let my lips find every inch of her that I can reach, my hands skirting over her flesh teasingly. It doesn't take long before she's moaning and bucking against me, wanting more. I bite at the sensitive area of her stomach and she arches into me with a thoroughly pleased moan.

Does she even know what she does to me? I don't think she can.

Slowly, I work my way back up her torso. My lips find hers once more as my hand trails up the inside of her thigh. I force my tongue into her mouth and she whimpers, trying desperately to keep up with me.

Suddenly, I pull back from the kiss, leaving her a bit dazed and confused. She looks up at me, but no explanation is offered. She understands because she can feel what I'm doing. Usually I like to surprise her when I slip inside; I always catch her off guard. Tonight I want her to know, and she does.

I watch her eyes flutter closed as I slide my fingers inside of her, purposely taking my time. Her mouth opens, but no sound comes out, only a heavy breath when I finish pushing inside of her. I hear my name slip past those beautiful lips time and time again as I thrust my fingers inside of her.

Whatever gentle care I used to enter her is lost quickly. My fingers work inside of her, harder and quicker, and she adapts well to the change. I can see how quickly I'm building her up, how she's desperate to prolong what I'm doing.

"A-Alice." My name leaves her again, this time more heavy than before. When she opens her eyes again, I can see her pleading with me not to let this end so quickly. Despite the silent plea, a moment later she's crashing over the edge into oblivion. I don't give her reprieve, working harder, faster still to push her further into that vacuum where every thought is a thousand miles away.

I know how to blow her mind and I do it with practiced ease.

I don't let her go until I'm certain that if I don't, she won't survive it. She's panting beneath me, struggling to get air she's been lacking several minutes now. I watch as she comes back from that foggy haze, as everything comes back into focus for her, and I smirk. No one has ever made her feel this good.

She looks back up to me and I see something different in her eyes. It looks like hesitation. She's thinking about doing something she shouldn't.

This is exactly why I never should have let her bend the rules.

With a tentative, trembling hand she reaches up and touches my cheek. She knows better.

When I don't pull back, the hesitation fades in her eyes. She's leaning up and her lips brush ever so lightly against mine. She knows better.

I never should have let her bend the rules. She knows she can do it; she waits for the right time. How could this be the right time? She always waits until I've worked her hard enough that we're both panting. I'm breathing just fine.

Then something I can't even fathom happens. Ever so gently, I return the kiss. I don't know how or why it happened, it just… did. She knows better. I know better.

It's not long before she pulls back, her need for air growing too strong. Now there's an uncertain look in her eyes, she didn't expect me to respond. I didn't expect me to respond. She doesn't know how to take it or how I'll react.

I'll get my revenge and she's going to love every single agonizingly pleasurable second of it.

Sometimes it's like this is life. I don't know what's going on between myself and Claire. I don't want to know, I don't want to understand. This isn't perfect, but it's what we have.


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