want me to go into the Cage? ”
“ As soon as he can he’ll slam you up against the nearest
wall. Tear your clothes. Expose your sweet pussy. ”
Her breath hitched, her heart a drum in her chest. The
bitter hint of coal teased the tip of her tongue, the sign of her interaction
with Athanasios…but that was all. There was no slide of him, them against her
skin, just words burning into her. Pain sliced along her lip as she bit into
it, trying to deny the wild need coursing through her body.
She shut her eyes, feeling Foster, the drive of him, deep
and hard, taking her, finally making her his.
“Fadeyka?”
Lights danced across her closed eyelids. Close. She was so
close…
The illicit stroke of those strong hands, the press of him
against her, pinning her to the wall, the floor…anywhere. A shiver shook her,
followed by a tremble through her flesh that she couldn’t contain. He would see
her come. Watch her fall apart from the mere thought of him.
“Fadeyka!
He touched her cheek, the light press of his fingers against
her skin spiraling fire. She gasped, her eyes suddenly open wide. He leaned in,
the scent of him wrapping around her, warmth and musk and his mouth, his lips
simply…there.
The orgasm flared, quick and tight and sudden. Fade arched
against the heavy seat, a cry breaking from her, her flesh alive with fire and
wild joy. But it wasn’t enough, not nearly enough. She grabbed the collar of
his coat and yanked her to him, her mouth finding his.
Fade groaned. His lips were hot and sweet, the barest hint
of his tongue deepening the wild thrum still holding her body. If he would only
return her kiss…but he drew back and wiped a hand across his mouth.
His gaze was hard, dark. “You’re fine.”
Fade blinked, the pleasure in her flesh falling to ashes.
She turned in her seat, turned away from him to stare out the transport window.
They waited in the thick flow of traffic beside a busy platform, the entrance
to a club gaudy with vari-colored lights and images of the workers within. She
held back a bone-deep sigh. He’d rejected her. Again. So much for Athanasios
pushing the idea of him being jealous of the men the Yalene had worn to fuck
her.
A wry smile touched her mouth. And of course, they were
silent too.
Fade focused on her breathing and fought to ignore the
tension that thickened the cramped space of the transport. She couldn’t look at
Foster. She’d kissed him and she denied her fingers the need to touch her
mouth. The ghost of his lips against hers still lingered. And of course, she’d
come in front of him.
Her face burned. And he probably thought she was having some
form of seizure.
The transport climbed, moving up the slip lanes. Foster
lived out on the more exclusive peaks of the barren rock. His employers paid
him well. He turned the craft toward one of the wide monoliths and eased onto a
narrow platform. The engines grew quiet and Foster flexed his fingers around
the levers.
Fade risked a look to his face and found his lips thinned
and his shoulders still tight. The muscle was ticking in his jaw. The slight
shudder of the transport said the platform was retracting, drawing them into
the living block. A solid gate dropped down behind them.
“Stay here.” Foster held up his finger as she opened her
mouth to argue. Anger burned in his dark gaze. “I said stay.” He pulled out his
weapon, checking the charge in the dim light of the transport, before he
slipped out and secured the vehicle.
Fade wiped a trembling hand over her face. Her life used to
be so staid and ordinary. One decrypted message had shoved her into endless
trouble. And here she was stuck on a rock, running for her life, with a man who
twisted her heart inside out on a daily basis.
The locks to the transport clunked and her door opened.
Foster, his breathing quickened, holstered his weapon. “It’s clear.” He grabbed
her bag and waited for her to climb out.
“What happens now?”
Foster put his hand to
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