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Chapter 4

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How could I say no to him when he treated me like I was his queen? He worshipped me. What was I supposed to do? Kick him to the curb? No. Absolutely not. I'll give him whatever he wants.

Ben picked up my thoughts and grinned. I rolled my eyes.

"Get out of my thoughts," I let out in my brain. He raised his hands to say that he surrendered. I rolled my eyes then got an idea.

"Ben," I moaned out from underneath him. He furiously trailed kisses down my neck but avoiding my chest. What a tease.

"Yes, my queen?" He gasped out in between his affection. My black lace bra was on. It was his favorite. My bottom half was covered by the blankets, but he was pressed up against every curve and crevice of me underneath the silk sheets.

"Don't stop," I cried out as his hands wandered to the unknown. He smirked against my lips, finally kissing me on my lips again. Our tongues fought for dominance, but I knew. I always knew that he'd win.

"I don't plan on it," he chuckled out, making me a panting mess as he unhooked my bra, tossing it on the floor along with the rest of my clothes.

"You're such a fucking tease," he whispered against my hand that he held up to his lips. I chuckled and dispersed the thoughts. They drifted away once again as I focused back on where we were.

"Almost there," Killian huffed from the front seat, pointing to something in front of him. I looked at it to see Sotto Di Te.

"Italian?" I questioned more towards Ben. He looked at it and nodded. Then he bursted out laughing. Killian and I looked at him.

"What?" Killian turned to fully face the laughing man beside me.

"It's what it roughly translates to," he finally got out, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye, finally calming down.

"What does it roughly translate to?" I questioned him. He snickered some more before finally telling me.

"I means underneath you!" He exclaimed and started laughing again.

"What dirty fuckers they are!" I laughed along with the love of my life. We were leaning on each other, trying to catch our breath.

"Are you done?" Killian asked, not entertained by it at all. I just chuckled until I couldn't anymore.

"Alright. Everyone suit up. I'll take the containment cube. Ben, you follow me but not very closely. Killian, stay by the entrance," I ordered, hopping out of the car while straightening my red dress. Ben snickered and said, "yes ma'am," seductively in my head.

I rolled my eyes and grabbed his hand. I walked us towards the entrance while Killian trailed behind.

"Do you have a reservation?" The lady at the front asked, eyeing Ben. I placed my hand on his chest and sized up the hostess.

"My fiancé and I would like a table," I smirked at her. She glared, looking at my left hand for a ring. When she didnt find one, she opened her mouth to speak, but Ben cut her off.

"Honey, when your ring comes in after being handmade, would you like to skip the wedding and go straight to the honeymoon?" He questioned loud enough for her to hear. I frantically nodded, looking at the hostess.

"Ten inches," I murmured between coughs. The hostess caught it and her eyes widened before they settled on me with a deep expression of hatred. I shrugged innocently and pulled him towards an empty table.

"You need a reservation!" The hostess sneered, grabbing ahold of Ben's sleeve of his suit.

"I'm sorry, did I mention that I'm pregnant with his child, and the man that you're touching only likes to be touched by his fiancé," I retorted and shooed her hand away with a wide, sarcastic smile. The hostess gasped.

"My queen, what was the reservation under? Oh, yes, that's right. It was under Mr. and Mrs. Don't fuck with us," Ben smiled sweetly to the hostess and sat with me in the booth. He grabbed a menu that was already there and started looking through it as the girl stomped off.

"Hi, I'm Dakota. I'll be your waitress tonight. Can I get you started with any appetizers and drinks?" She recited, placing our forks and knife that was wrapped in a dinner napkin on the table. I smiled sweetly at her and pulled her down towards me. She obliged and leaned down.

"Do you have any, uhm, feminine products by a chance?" I whispered in her ear. She looked shocked, but slowly nodded.

"We'll have a bottle of your finest wine and we'll skip straight to the dessert." I spoke up and smiled at Ben. He nodded.

I grabbed Dakota's hand, dragging her to the bathroom. She just followed me like a lost puppy. Eventually, we arrived, and there was no one there except for us.

"Hello, P.S. 069. You are going to come with us," I still had a smile on my face. This time, it was a soft one. It was supposed to show her that I meant no harm. She looked at me like I was crazy.

"Look, I'm not the enemy here. I don't want to go with you. I just want to live a normal life," she backed up towards the wall. I held out the cube for her. She stared at it like it was going to kill her.

"What is that?" She asked, skeptical. Her back hit the wall and she had nowhere to go. I didn't want to scare her, but we didn't have much time.

"This is a containment cube. You'll be in here until we arrive at the place we need to be. It doesn't hurt. It just assured that you won't hurt anyone," I handed it to her. She looked at it before glaring at me and handing it back.

"I'm not going on there!" She screamed out and attempted to punch me, but I sidestepped before she could. Now it was my turn to back up as she started to summon water with her right hand.

Her palm was being held out and a stream of water almost soaked me if it wasn't for Ben teleporting in. He grabbed me, pulling me away from her aim.

"Killian, we need back up!" I screamed into the earpiece. Ben tried to freeze her, but before she could be frozen, he was tossed back by a gust of wind. I gasped at his body flying backwards.

"Dakota, we just want to take you somewhere more safe. It's our job to protect you," I tried to reason with her while she stepped forward. She shook her head.

"I don't want to be in a cube or a room for the rest of my life!" She yelled at me with a fire in her eyes. Her left hand summoned a ball of fire. She tried to shoot me with it, but Ben's telekinesis kicked in and he had the bathroom stall door blocking the fire.

"We can compromise," I told her, trying to get her to stop fighting her destiny.

"No!" The floor underneath me shook. The door busted open and Killian stood there in all his glory. Despite him being thirty-eight, he still looked twenty-eight.

"Lili, Ben, leave. I'll handle this. Give me the cube," Killian ordered. Ben held me in his arms and we disappeared out of sight.


Killian's POV


I looked into her brown eyes, seeing a flair in them.

"Hey, I'm Killian," I tilted my head to the side, allowing my curly, brown hair to flip over my right eye and cover it a bit. Her eyes softened a bit.

My, was she gorgeous. I love a beautiful woman, but something about her screamed powerful and strong. I was deeply intrigued by this perfect human. She had milk chocolate skin with perfect ringlet curls that you could pull and would bounce back. A sudden urge to slightly pull her curl on the left side of her face washed over me.

It dispersed as soon as a fireball was shot past my face. A surprised expression overtook my face. What the hell? Can a guy not admire art without being attacked?

"I don't care who you are. I don't want to go," she was furious. I held out my right hand, trying to convince her I wasn't going to hurt her. She growled and drenched me in water.

I sighed, clearing her mind of how to use her powers. I didn't want it to come to this, but I had to. She was attacking me and I was at a disadvantage.

She tried to raise her hand again to probably swipe me away with wind, but she couldn't. She looked at her hand confused before trying again. When she failed, she screamed out in frustration.

"What did you do to me?" She screamed. Tears were in her eyes. Was she angry crying? I tightened my grip on the containment cube before approaching her. She tried hand to hand combat. A punch flew towards my jaw, but I dodged it to be kneed in the stomach. I doubled over, groaning out in pain. Dang. That girl can hit hard.

"Please, I don't want to hurt you. Just get in the cube," I whispered out towards her figure. We were now about five inches apart. She glared at me, raising her fist to punch me again. I grabbed her, pinning her against the bathroom wall. I had both of her hands pinned up on the wall, and my body was pressed against hers. I had to prevent her from kneeing me someway. It just happened to be in a way I deeply wanted.

"You'll come back with me, and you'll learn. You'll learn to be respectful of our job. You'll learn that there's no better place for you. And you'll learn that despite how much you fight me, I will always win," I gritted out. Her eyes were wide, mouth parted open. Her heart was beating erratically and her breathing was fast.

She felt something. I can tell. I searched her mind for something, anything. Finally, when I found what she wanted most, I gave it to her. I pressed my lips against hers.

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