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contact. Their ragged breaths filled the small bathroom.
"What happened?" She forced her needy cry back down her throat as he pulled away. Wrapping her arms tight around her exposed breasts was the only way to keep from reaching for him.
"I can't do this." The sound of his raspy voice sounded disgusted and sent a sharp pain through her chest.
She thought at first he pulled back because he saw the unique glow, but she knew why after he spoke. As a half-breed, she didn't meet his standards. Anara cursed herself for being such an idiot. She needed to listen to her head, not her body.
"I'll start the shower for you." He pressed the chrome piece at the top of the faucet in and twisted the knobs. Water started to stream from the bottom, instead of above. He pointed at the piece he pushed in. "All you do is pull this latch up and the shower will come on."
He left quickly with his eyes averted. The swift exit told her all she needed to know.
Anara removed her shoes, pants, and panties. She pulled the little latch and water switched from the lower faucet to the showerhead. A groan escaped her as she stepped into the hot shower. Her normal cold bath couldn't compare to the pleasure of a hot shower. The heated spray massaged her stiff body and just seemed to remind her of the way he'd kissed her neck. Now all she had was the water.
She forced away the memory of Ryder's hard body against hers and the way his hand felt kneading her breast. Her skin sensitive, she finished the shower quicker than she wanted.
After she dried and wrapped the towel around her, she looked into the mirror and stared at the black symbol on her neck that reminded her why Ryder didn't want her. It wasn't the symbol as much as the three chain links that branded her a half-breed. Trying to ignore the marking, she finger-combed her hair to the best of her ability and thought about the man outside the door.
She needed to get away from him. He wouldn't be any different than any other Serian and she planned to make him pay. The towel wrapped around her body would be a perfect distraction if she planned to escape Ryder.
The first time she escaped him, it led to Laili's death. Thinking about Laili obliterated all the sexual thoughts and gave her the courage to get away from him for good.
As she opened the door and walked out of the bat hroom, she noticed him, shirtless, sitting on the bed staring at the wall. The ache between her legs came back and her nipples hardened against the towel. She hated how her body reacted seeing his hard muscles and the way his beautiful blue skin seemed to glow in the light. She could handle her attraction long enough to get away from him.
Remember Laili and all the others hurt by him and his father.
Ryder glanced her way, his eyes widened, and his mouth fell open.
She smiled and sauntered over to her bag, then rummaged to give him an eyeful. Anara could feel his eyes stroke over her body. Turning, she gave him no time to react as she raised her macca.
He opened and closed his mouth, but no words came out.
"I don't care if you're a Serian or not. Just because your blood is pure doesn't give you the right to look down on me." An unwanted tear ran down her cheek. She wiped away the evidence of what he did to her. Serians had always treated her like dirt since her birth and it hurt even worse to have him do it. She should be used to the treatment.
"No, Anara, you don't—"
She fired, ending any lies he planned to express.
Grunting, she struggled to drag him further up the bed. He weighed a ton, and what looked and felt like all muscle. Her body tingled as skin contact became unavoidable with his shirtless body and her still in only a towel.
With a light touch, she traced the thin, pale blue scars that layered his chest and around his back. The scars made her wonder how a high-class Serian ended up with what looked to be torture wounds. Maybe the same way his vocal cords were damaged. She jerked her fingers away as his body
"What happened?" She forced her needy cry back down her throat as he pulled away. Wrapping her arms tight around her exposed breasts was the only way to keep from reaching for him.
"I can't do this." The sound of his raspy voice sounded disgusted and sent a sharp pain through her chest.
She thought at first he pulled back because he saw the unique glow, but she knew why after he spoke. As a half-breed, she didn't meet his standards. Anara cursed herself for being such an idiot. She needed to listen to her head, not her body.
"I'll start the shower for you." He pressed the chrome piece at the top of the faucet in and twisted the knobs. Water started to stream from the bottom, instead of above. He pointed at the piece he pushed in. "All you do is pull this latch up and the shower will come on."
He left quickly with his eyes averted. The swift exit told her all she needed to know.
Anara removed her shoes, pants, and panties. She pulled the little latch and water switched from the lower faucet to the showerhead. A groan escaped her as she stepped into the hot shower. Her normal cold bath couldn't compare to the pleasure of a hot shower. The heated spray massaged her stiff body and just seemed to remind her of the way he'd kissed her neck. Now all she had was the water.
She forced away the memory of Ryder's hard body against hers and the way his hand felt kneading her breast. Her skin sensitive, she finished the shower quicker than she wanted.
After she dried and wrapped the towel around her, she looked into the mirror and stared at the black symbol on her neck that reminded her why Ryder didn't want her. It wasn't the symbol as much as the three chain links that branded her a half-breed. Trying to ignore the marking, she finger-combed her hair to the best of her ability and thought about the man outside the door.
She needed to get away from him. He wouldn't be any different than any other Serian and she planned to make him pay. The towel wrapped around her body would be a perfect distraction if she planned to escape Ryder.
The first time she escaped him, it led to Laili's death. Thinking about Laili obliterated all the sexual thoughts and gave her the courage to get away from him for good.
As she opened the door and walked out of the bat hroom, she noticed him, shirtless, sitting on the bed staring at the wall. The ache between her legs came back and her nipples hardened against the towel. She hated how her body reacted seeing his hard muscles and the way his beautiful blue skin seemed to glow in the light. She could handle her attraction long enough to get away from him.
Remember Laili and all the others hurt by him and his father.
Ryder glanced her way, his eyes widened, and his mouth fell open.
She smiled and sauntered over to her bag, then rummaged to give him an eyeful. Anara could feel his eyes stroke over her body. Turning, she gave him no time to react as she raised her macca.
He opened and closed his mouth, but no words came out.
"I don't care if you're a Serian or not. Just because your blood is pure doesn't give you the right to look down on me." An unwanted tear ran down her cheek. She wiped away the evidence of what he did to her. Serians had always treated her like dirt since her birth and it hurt even worse to have him do it. She should be used to the treatment.
"No, Anara, you don't—"
She fired, ending any lies he planned to express.
Grunting, she struggled to drag him further up the bed. He weighed a ton, and what looked and felt like all muscle. Her body tingled as skin contact became unavoidable with his shirtless body and her still in only a towel.
With a light touch, she traced the thin, pale blue scars that layered his chest and around his back. The scars made her wonder how a high-class Serian ended up with what looked to be torture wounds. Maybe the same way his vocal cords were damaged. She jerked her fingers away as his body
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