Fire and Flame

Lena

The command room was even more tense than usual when I entered. Thorne, with a closed expression and clenched fists, was at the center, directing the discussions. Kael, on the other hand, stood more to the side, watching silently but with evident concern in his gaze.

"The rebels hacked our navigation systems using technology stolen from within this very fortress," I announced bluntly. "They are planning coordinated attacks and can do so on a massive scale."

The impact of my words was reflected on the faces of everyone there. Thorne, already in a state of frustration, erupted in anger. He slammed his hand on the table with such force that the sound echoed through the room like thunder.

"Damned traitors! I knew we couldn’t trust even our own allies. We need to act now. We will destroy every one of those insects before they can even take off."

Kael stepped forward, trying to calm the situation. "Thorne, calm down. We need to think before taking drastic action. If we react impulsively, we might fall into exactly the trap they want."

Thorne turned to Kael, his eyes blazing with fury. "Are you suggesting we just sit and wait while they arm themselves against us? Are you defending those vermin?"

"That's not it!" Kael responded, trying to keep his composure. "I’m saying we need to understand better what we’re up against. An attack now will only fuel the resistance further."

Thorne ignored Kael, turning his fixed and possessive gaze toward me. "You are my wife now, Lena," he said, his voice low and filled with authority. "And that means you’re on my side. We can’t show weakness. I won’t show weakness."

He approached, his words turning into a silent command as he leaned dangerously close, his hot breath against my skin. I felt his hand on my arm, the pressure of his fingers tightening, not with affection, but with the intent of possession.

"You will understand what it means to be on my side, Lena," he whispered, his tone blending arrogance and desire. Thorne wanted not only control of the situation but control over me. "No matter what happens, you will learn to stay where you belong."

Before I could respond or retreat, Thorne pulled me closer, his intentions clear as he attempted to force a kiss. I turned my face at the last second, pushing him away with all the strength I had. "I am not a piece in your game, Thorne. And I am definitely not your property."

Kael, who had been watching with wide eyes until then, finally intervened, grabbing Thorne by the shoulder and pulling him away from me. "This has gone too far, Thorne," he said, his voice firm and controlled. "This is not how you handle anything."

Thorne let out a bitter laugh, shaking off Kael, but not before casting one last intense look at me. "You think you can break the rules, Lena? We’ll see how far that gets you."

As soon as Thorne left, Kael turned to me, concern clear in his eyes. "Are you okay?"

I just nodded, trying to control my breathing. But there was something there, a mix of anger, fear, and a sudden realization that I couldn’t continue down this path. Thorne was beyond control, and Kael, despite all his support, was equally powerless to contain him.

Before I could fully process what had happened, Thorne reappeared, his expression cold and determined. He grabbed my arm forcefully, his touch firm and unyielding. "You’re coming with me now."

"Thorne, no!" I protested, trying to pull away, but his strength was relentless. He dragged me down the corridor, ignoring my protests and the concerned looks of the few soldiers who passed by.

Kael tried to intervene again, but Thorne blocked him with a look that could freeze blood. "Stay out of this, Kael. This is a matter between husband and wife."

I was taken against my will to Thorne's luxurious quarters, a space that now felt like a gilded prison. He closed the door behind us, isolating us from the rest of the world. The tension in the air was suffocating, my heart pounding as I feared what he might do next.

"You will learn to respect me, Lena," Thorne said, advancing toward me with a look that mixed desire and frustration. "And if that means reminding you who you belong to, then that’s exactly what I’m going to do."

His touch was possessive, a mixture of frustration, anger and raw desire that he didn't want to hide. His fingers squeezed my skin, not with affection, but with an almost desperate need to prove his dominance.

I tried to struggle, to turn my face away, to push him away, but Thorne was relentless. His lips found mine with a predatory urgency, a gesture that mixed lust and an effort to reassert his power over me. It was a hard kiss, without gentleness, that carried all the intensity of our conflict. He pulled hard on my silk dress, ripping it down the middle and revealing my breasts, which were quickly found by his hands.

Thorne pressed me against the wall, his movements strong and determined. He wanted to break down my barriers, he wanted me to give in, to submit to his will. I could feel the frustration in every touch, every thrust. His eyes, fixed on mine, showed not just desire, but a need for control, to mark me as his.
He was from another planet and his body wasn't like mine, but I could already feel his hard member thrusting into me with brutal force, without any mercy. I screamed and closed my eyes, unable to take in what was happening.
For a moment, the warmth of our closeness, the sound of our ragged breaths and the weight of our emotions made everything a blur. Thorne was looking for more than pleasure, he wanted subjugation, he wanted me to recognize the power he believed he had over me.

Even in the midst of that forced closeness, my mind was far away, trying to find a thread of logic, a way out of that emotional maze. I knew that, somehow, I needed to turn this vulnerability into strength, I needed to find a way to make Thorne realize that he couldn't control me completely.

When he finally pulled away, his gaze still carried the flame of unquenched desire, mixed with a silent anger. “Remember who you belong to,” he whispered, putting his vest back on and heading for the bathroom.