back. “As intriguing and delicious as you look there, you’re right. And I do want to feel your hands on me. I’ve never been touched like the men in those stories touch the women.” She pinned Erica with her frosty eyes. “Is that how men touch women here?”
Erica couldn’t help the widening of her eyes as Lanna approached to her. “I wouldn't know; I don’t read those books.”
“But you’ve been with a man, haven’t you?” Lanna was standing too close. “You’ve had a man touch your breasts, slide his hands all over your body, plunge his finger inside your vagina and move it just so, grinding his thumb into your clit until your whole body shudders in complete ecstasy. Had a man need you so badly that he pushes you against the wall and thrusts his pulsing rod of manhood into you right then and there?”
Erica shook her head. “Those are fantasies. Want to know what's real? Most men only care about getting off. They might squeeze your breasts and tell you how beautiful you are. The next thing you know, they’re knocking on your door. In and out, and it’s all over. He rolls over and turns on the television. Or makes an excuse and leaves.”
Magnus’s eyebrow lifted at that. Yeah, she knew he'd tried to pleasure her. She'd been the one to ask him to leave. I'm not talking about my sex life. If that's what you want to call it. She was relaying what she'd heard women talking about over their lattes or glasses of wine. The guy in the easy chair with the beer belly, Bud in one hand, remote in the other.
Lanna crossed her arms in front of her chest. “That’s how the men in my dimension are. Utilitarian . But there must be men like those in the books.” She shifted her attention back to Magnus. “You’re not like that, like how she described, are you?”
Again, Magnus was looking at Erica. “When a woman leaves my bed, she has been thoroughly loved up one side of her body and down the other.”
Erica shivered and turned away. He would have done that to her. If she'd let him. But what he'd done…oh, yeah, he wasn't lying.
Lanna’s voice dropped lower. “Will you spank me? I like how a man throws a woman over his knees and spanks her bare ass. Then you can—”
“Lanna.” She whirled around to find Copeland coming into view.
He had come down very quietly. “Just as I suspected. What did I tell you about cozying up to him?”
She quickly exited the cell and locked it behind her, a woman cowed. But her lascivious spirit wasn't. “He's a living, breathing manifestation of the men in those books. I can't resist.” She slid the tube of gel into her pocket. “I think it’s cruel to leave his hands above his head where the blood drains away.”
“Why make them comfortable? I'd like to find out more about how they came to have our Essence, but only for my own curiosity. As soon as Nester comes around, he’s going to want revenge on the person who zapped him.” Copeland's hard gaze slid to Erica. “For once I won't mind him digging into their chests, since it won't be splashed all over the paper.” He shook his head, a sneer twisting his mouth. “The Heart Ripper.”
Erica could already feel a hole in her chest at the words and memory of what he’d done to Graham.
Lanna walked up to Copeland and put her hands on his shoulders. “Darling, I have a better idea for them. Well, for him, anyway.”
“You can’t have him for your love slave.” He picked her hands from his shoulders but gripped them hard. His eyes blinked several times. “You’ve been touching him.” Not a question.
“I put some gel on the bruise you left.”
“You did more than that, you wanton bitch.” He slapped her so hard she stumbled as she cupped her cheek.
Erica saw Magnus wince and tense. Was he reacting on some ingrained instinct to protect a woman, any woman? He’d tried to protect her, too.
“Lanna, you know how much is at stake here,” Copeland hissed. “Our plan
Erica couldn’t help the widening of her eyes as Lanna approached to her. “I wouldn't know; I don’t read those books.”
“But you’ve been with a man, haven’t you?” Lanna was standing too close. “You’ve had a man touch your breasts, slide his hands all over your body, plunge his finger inside your vagina and move it just so, grinding his thumb into your clit until your whole body shudders in complete ecstasy. Had a man need you so badly that he pushes you against the wall and thrusts his pulsing rod of manhood into you right then and there?”
Erica shook her head. “Those are fantasies. Want to know what's real? Most men only care about getting off. They might squeeze your breasts and tell you how beautiful you are. The next thing you know, they’re knocking on your door. In and out, and it’s all over. He rolls over and turns on the television. Or makes an excuse and leaves.”
Magnus’s eyebrow lifted at that. Yeah, she knew he'd tried to pleasure her. She'd been the one to ask him to leave. I'm not talking about my sex life. If that's what you want to call it. She was relaying what she'd heard women talking about over their lattes or glasses of wine. The guy in the easy chair with the beer belly, Bud in one hand, remote in the other.
Lanna crossed her arms in front of her chest. “That’s how the men in my dimension are. Utilitarian . But there must be men like those in the books.” She shifted her attention back to Magnus. “You’re not like that, like how she described, are you?”
Again, Magnus was looking at Erica. “When a woman leaves my bed, she has been thoroughly loved up one side of her body and down the other.”
Erica shivered and turned away. He would have done that to her. If she'd let him. But what he'd done…oh, yeah, he wasn't lying.
Lanna’s voice dropped lower. “Will you spank me? I like how a man throws a woman over his knees and spanks her bare ass. Then you can—”
“Lanna.” She whirled around to find Copeland coming into view.
He had come down very quietly. “Just as I suspected. What did I tell you about cozying up to him?”
She quickly exited the cell and locked it behind her, a woman cowed. But her lascivious spirit wasn't. “He's a living, breathing manifestation of the men in those books. I can't resist.” She slid the tube of gel into her pocket. “I think it’s cruel to leave his hands above his head where the blood drains away.”
“Why make them comfortable? I'd like to find out more about how they came to have our Essence, but only for my own curiosity. As soon as Nester comes around, he’s going to want revenge on the person who zapped him.” Copeland's hard gaze slid to Erica. “For once I won't mind him digging into their chests, since it won't be splashed all over the paper.” He shook his head, a sneer twisting his mouth. “The Heart Ripper.”
Erica could already feel a hole in her chest at the words and memory of what he’d done to Graham.
Lanna walked up to Copeland and put her hands on his shoulders. “Darling, I have a better idea for them. Well, for him, anyway.”
“You can’t have him for your love slave.” He picked her hands from his shoulders but gripped them hard. His eyes blinked several times. “You’ve been touching him.” Not a question.
“I put some gel on the bruise you left.”
“You did more than that, you wanton bitch.” He slapped her so hard she stumbled as she cupped her cheek.
Erica saw Magnus wince and tense. Was he reacting on some ingrained instinct to protect a woman, any woman? He’d tried to protect her, too.
“Lanna, you know how much is at stake here,” Copeland hissed. “Our plan
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