Cat and mouse (part 1) Revised version!

Chapter 35

Loki POV

My feet pounded on the floor as I hurried out of the hall. I had been so close to just picking her up and throwing her over my shoulder and teleporting us to my room.
The way our bodies moved together had hypnotized me, she was all I could feel or see, but her words had halted my actions. Thrown a bucket of cold of water on whatever spell she'd cast on me after I'd seen that soft look in her eyes, the way she invited me to forget our disdain for just a second.
She had been acting, once again it was all for her own reasons.
Not that I could blame her, I had my reasons for it as well, but I was starting to realize I was loosing control of the situation. The lines were being blurred.
Adrenaline coursed through my body at the horrible truth.
I had been avoiding her since the kiss due to the fact that when I got back to my room, not even finishing the job after she had started it could slate me.
She'd shooed my away as easily as I would a whore and it'd burned me.
All I could see when I closed my eyes was her, no matter how many times I tried to picture other women the only thing I could see was her wicked smile and the only thing I could taste was her lips.
It only took me mere minutes to finish when I imagined her being racked with pleasure and my hands running over her soft milky skin.
I could feel it even know, the need to see her, to touch her.
Up until now I was willing to pursue her for my own gain but this had gone to far, there was something wrong with me.
I saw a pretty brunette servant carrying a basket of laundry and zeroed in on her.
"You." I called to her.
She saw me and flushed casting her gaze down humbly.
I hated her demure.
"Come here." I demanded.
"What can I do for you?" She asked bowing.
I grabbed her by the front of her dress and smiled when I saw the color rush to her cheeks and her legs quiver.
"You're coming with me." I whispered and pulled her into the empty dining area.
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Anna POV

I finally slipped away and made a break for the doors.
I started walking aimlessly down the halls looking for any sign of Loki among them. I'd almost given up when I heard a bang, like dishes falling.
I furrowed my brow and walked towards the noise slowly.
My hands shoved through the door and I walked into an empty hall full of tables. It must have been where everyone else in the castle ate their meals.
I turned on my heel and froze, anger welling up in my chest like a wildfire.
Loki was sitting on what looked to be a table full of dinnerware. A maid sitting on top of his lap, her dress hanging off her hips leaving her upper half exposed.
His eyes were closed as he kissed her up her neck.
She moaned softly making my stomach sick.
His hands were no doubt making themselves busy as I couldn't see them along her back or middle.
Loki's eyes lazily rolled up and when he saw me, the color drained from his face.
I should have turn and left, but I was rooted to the spot.
"Anna." He said quickly standing up and shoving the maid off his lap.
My blood pounded in my ears and I couldn't tell what I felt most, shame for my foolishness or anger.
I regained control of my body and spun on my heal needing to get the hell away from him.
He appeared in front of me, his jacket missing, shirt hanging open and his mouth wet from hers.
"Get out of my way." I spat trying to go around him.
"Wait a second." He said blocking me.
"I said move!" I shouted raising my hand to slap him.
He caught my wrist just before I could.
The maid whimpered, terrified of what she'd been caught in the middle of.
"Get out!" Loki roared at her.
She covered herself and scurried from the room apologizing.
"Let go." I yelled ripping my arm from him.
When he still tracked my movements and wouldn't let me pass I grabbed him by his hair twisting it around my fist and yanked him to the side forcing him to follow and shoving him as hard as I could into one of the tables.
He slammed onto it, stretching himself across it so he wouldn't roll off. I noticed now that his pants were unbuttoned and hung loosely on his hips.
"At least fuck your maids in your room where other people can't walk in on you."
"I wasn't fucking her." He growled shoving off the table.
"Why don't you try saying that again when your pants are buttoned." I said sending a pointed look to his guilt.
"What are you even doing here?" He yelled buttoning his pants.
"I was looking for you!" I shouted back.
His face lost some of its anger and surprise bled into his features.
"Why?"
"It doesn't matter, I won't make that mistake again."
I said making myself lower my voice and smooth the skirts of my dress. "Have a good night, your highness."  My back lowered by my eyes never left his giving him a mock bow.
I turned to go, but something whizzed past my head, crashing into the door and spraying me with bits if porcelain. I whirled around to see him throw another one, ducking out of the way just in time to avoid it.
"Are you crazy!" I screeched in rage.
"Don't you turn away from me again."
He grabbed another mug and gripped it tightly in his hand, the threat hanging in the air between us.
"Tell me why you came looking for me." He demanded.
"Don't throw shit at me." I said glaring at him.
"You might be a prince here but to me you're just the monster who killed my brother."
He snarled and threw the cup.
I cursed and ducked out of the way. When I righted myself I saw he was stalking around the tables towards me.
"If that's how you feel, why do you care who I fuck." He snarled.
"I don't. I think you can be disgusting with whoever you want. I just don't want to see it."
I put my hands on the table in front of me and shoved the heavy wooden round table at him, it collided with his mid section and the breath in his lungs wooshed out.
"Screw this and screw you."
My voice wasn't raised but the venom behind my words made it seem like I'd screamed at him.
He slammed his hands down onto the table, his chest moving up and down in deep angry breaths and I was reminded of his ferocity.
He slid his hand under the large wooden table and flipped it, sending it crashing to the side like it weighed no more than a few pounds.
I held my ground as he closed the distance
"I don't understand" He growled. "You yell at me if I kiss you and you yell at me if I kiss someone else. What do you want from me!"
I flinched at his booming voice as he came to stand before me, standing at his full height looking every bit a dark prince.
"That's not how it is at all." I scoffed.
"That's exactly how it is."
I shook my head and called him a rude name under my breath.
He reached out and grabbed the ties holding my dress and yanked me towards him.
"What do you want from me?" He repeated in a growl.
I tried to get him to release the silky ties but his grip was iron.
"Tell me!" He yelled in my face shaking me slightly.
His eyes were crazed and I realized that he was on the verge of a full on freak out.
I gulped and grabbed into his wrists.
"Loki, calm down."
His eyes flicked between mine and I watched a piece of him snap, then his lips were slamming into mine.