Jania Tuckerの小説

Victor would admit he’d been overbearing. Sandra’s plight was steeped in emotional distress, and a logical solution was the last thing she needed. Four hours had passed since their brief conversation before his phone finally buzzed. He wouldn’t have blamed her for ghosting him, not after his stellar display of unpalatable insensitivity.Dominance was second nature to him. So was handing out unsolicited advice like orders. Now, self-loathing hummed in his chest as he typed up reports in his office, his phone lying too close for comfort. His fingers moved across the keys at a clipped pace, but his mind barely tracked the words.He glanced at the device more often than he wanted to admit. Victor didn’t have much experience with women, but the handful of short-lived relationships he’d had gave him a basic idea of how they operated.He should’ve just taken her side instead of rationalising her boss’s behaviour. But his bad habits had done the driving, and now he’d probably ruined a good th

It took everything in Knox’s mind, body, and soul not to knock the literal teeth out of Aaron’s mouth. His left eye twitched as silence drowned out every thought from the garbage he’d just been forced to hear.Aaron’s eyes twinkled with incomprehensible excitement. He grinned like he’d just dropped a prophet’s wisdom into Knox’s lap, except none of it made actual, logical sense. Knox would never dare think, let alone believe, that he’d suck Victor’s dick.If anything, Victor Wallace should be the one on his knees for all the hell he’d put him through, and he should enjoy it too.“The actual fuck, Aaron?” Knox hissed.Aaron’s shit-eating grin widened. He leaned in closer like he was whispering a state secret into Knox’s ear.“Think about what you’re setting out to do here, mate,” Aaron quipped. “You want to convince him Sandra wants him that badly, right?”“You’re doing a piss-poor job of it, and that’s because you don’t know how a woman feels about a man. Sexually.”“You’re just sayin

Knox slammed the door with the force of a goddamn landslide."Fuck!"It tore out of him like a shot, bouncing off the steel walls. His lungs burned with it. He kicked the edge of the bunk hard enough to make the whole frame shudder.Aaron didn’t even flinch.He was sprawled across his bed, one hand on his phone, the other casually scratching his chest. Looked like he hadn’t moved in hours."What the hell happened to you? You look like someone just shoved a pipe up your ass.""Victor," Knox spat, pacing like a caged animal.Aaron snorted. "Ah. So pipe confirmed."Knox ignored him. His fists clenched. Jaw grinding. His whole body was shaking like a live wire of contempt."I want to put his face through a concrete wall.""I wanna burn his skin off every inch of his body. God, do I hope he stops breathing in his sleep. Fucking cold-hearted piece of sh—""Stop talking," Aaron said sharply.Knox kept pacing, seething."That son of a bitch doesn’t give a fuck about us. He rerouted the entire

Victor felt the blood rush to his head as he tightened his grip on the trigger. He hadn’t broken a sweat this entire session, but a haze pressed behind his eyes.The ship’s sway beneath his feet was oddly soothing, yet still a cruel reminder that he was at sea, the last place he wanted to be. If someone stopped him mid-duty and asked how he was feeling, he'd say—without hesitation that he was optimistic.Ridiculously so.He was practically euphoric compared to the dull, empty days he usually spent locked in with callous, weak men who folded like ants under his pressure.Even now, with a gun in his hand and his lieutenant fumbling in front of him, Victor's heartbeat hadn't strayed from the quiet satisfaction that had lived in his chest since two days ago.Sandra Hollis. She was a chance. A beautiful, ridiculous chance at something that felt like home. Like freedom. Like peeling off the uniform and not feeling like a weapon.He hadn’t slept much. Not with Sandra’s last words echoing thr

Sandra: Oh! You're a marine! That's so manly. But isn't it dangerous?Victor: Not really. It’s more paperwork than anything else. We’re on the sea most of the time, avoiding enemy waters, so it’s pretty chill.Sandra: That made you ten times more attractive to me. It’s funny, but I feel like you hold an important position, too.Victor: Yeah. I’m the captain.Sandra: That makes so much sense. You looked like you were the boss of something in your pictures. Are you a good captain, though? Take good care of your men?Victor: Pretty much. I listen to my men, keep everything in order, and do what I have to do.Sandra: You sound like a gentle, understanding person.Victor: You seem to have me figured out already. I’m gentle—in every way that counts. Trust me.Knox’s face slammed into the ground so hard it rattled his brainstem. The impact hit him straight through the cerebral cortex and fired down his spine like lightning, turning every nerve ending into a live wire. He groaned, low and gut

The hangover was killing him.Knox couldn’t even name the other sensations spiralling through his body, just the pounding ache drilling into his skull.The crew were lined up across the hull of the ship. The clock had struck 6 a.m. a whole thirty minutes ago, and the blue waves rocked the deck with a queasy rhythm that made Knox wish he were dead. He grimaced, breathing slowly to keep from throwing up.Morning routines always sucked, but this? This was a new level of hell. If anyone asked, he’d tell them straight: choosing to become a marine was the single worst decision of his miserable life.His shoulders throbbed from the rough night, slaps, shoves, and being dragged across the damn floor. Men played rough, and his body bore the proof. He blinked the sleep out of his eyes. Aaron was on his left. Oscar to his right. Both stood at full attention like perfect soldier dolls, except they kept glancing at each other. Knox didn’t even need to look to know what telepathic garbage they wer