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Authors: Heather Knight
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blessed fingers once again inside me.
“You.” I close my eyes and spread my legs wider. “You are.”
He kisses and sucks at me, tongues me fast, and pumps his fingers until finally I come in a clench that starts in my cunt and pulsates deep inside my womb. I sob, my back arches, and my thighs clamp around his head, clutching him to me, my hips bucking as I ride out the final pulsating wave.
I fall back against the floor, completely empty, as Talon leans forward and unties my hands. “Now get dressed before the men see you.”
CHAPTER FIVE
I’m sitting at the table playing solitaire. The queen of hearts is missing, but it’s not like there are a whole lot of choices in entertainment. Talon is back in the bedroom doing whatever it is he needs to do when the others return. The silent long-haired soldier appears to be rewiring a piece of equipment when Baldo plunks down across from me, and I swear he’s sniffing me. What Talon did to me—can he smell it?
He draws in a long breath, and a smile slides into place. “Wanna play with me?”
I go rigid. He’s not talking about cards. I know this because he slides his foot between mine and rubs his boot against my leg. The higher he pushes it, the more he smiles. Before he can get to anywhere important, I clamp down on him with my thighs.
“Aw, come on.” His lips are smiling, but his eyes are not.
Talon saunters in from the back hall, and you’d almost think he was calm except for the way his nostrils are flaring.
“Denny.” He says it in that flat, emotionless way I’ve learned means bad news for the person he’s talking to.
Baldo’s smile fades and he turns to Talon with a resentful tilt to his chin. “You got a problem, sir?”
Talon’s lips pucker as if he’s considering the question. “I think I told you but maybe I didn’t. She’s mine.”
If Baldo-Denny had any sense in him, he’d drop this now. But he doesn’t.
“You can’t do that, sir. She belongs to the whole unit.”
Talon’s eyes go dead. “I’m not gonna say it again. Nobody kills her, nobody fucks her, nobody bloody well looks at her unless it’s me.”
Baldo rises to his feet and meets Talon in the middle of the living room, and it’s as though they’re trying to out-chest each other.
Meanwhile, Dinner-Plate Hands studies me, but I’m so embarrassed that I can’t look up. He’s leaning against the useless fridge with his hands on his hips.
“You all right?” His voice is soft, sympathetic. This surprises me into meeting his gaze. The pity I find there makes me want to cry. Even worse, it doubles my shame, and I swallow. I shift my gaze to the floor and jerk my head yes .
“Incoming,” calls Blondie. He’s been keeping watch from the dirty bay windows.
A thrill of hope electrifies my chest.
Baldo stands down, and Talon joins Blondie at the window. Blondie hands him the binoculars, and he takes a long look.
Dad? Is he coming for me? Is there a rescue after all? My heart tries to punch its way through my chest.
No. No, I know my father. If his men are here, it’s not for a rescue. I tremble, just my hands at first, but it quickly spreads throughout my body as I scan the interior of the trailer for a place to hide. Right. Like there’s anyplace I could hide from him.
“Ours.” Talon hands the binoculars back to Blondie.
I suck in my breath and smooth my hands up my face and into my hair. I don’t know if this is better or worse.
“Idris.” Talon addresses Dinner-Plate Hands and indicates me with a tilt of his head.
Some kind of communication passes between them, but beats me what it is.
Talon slaps on his cap and heads out the front door.
Dinner-Plate-Hands Idris plants himself in the entrance to the kitchen and crosses his arms over his chest.
Okay, then. I’m back to having a bodyguard. This is ironic, considering he’s the one who killed my last one. He seems effective, though. Long-Haired Guy doesn’t seem to care, but Blondie clears
“You.” I close my eyes and spread my legs wider. “You are.”
He kisses and sucks at me, tongues me fast, and pumps his fingers until finally I come in a clench that starts in my cunt and pulsates deep inside my womb. I sob, my back arches, and my thighs clamp around his head, clutching him to me, my hips bucking as I ride out the final pulsating wave.
I fall back against the floor, completely empty, as Talon leans forward and unties my hands. “Now get dressed before the men see you.”
CHAPTER FIVE
I’m sitting at the table playing solitaire. The queen of hearts is missing, but it’s not like there are a whole lot of choices in entertainment. Talon is back in the bedroom doing whatever it is he needs to do when the others return. The silent long-haired soldier appears to be rewiring a piece of equipment when Baldo plunks down across from me, and I swear he’s sniffing me. What Talon did to me—can he smell it?
He draws in a long breath, and a smile slides into place. “Wanna play with me?”
I go rigid. He’s not talking about cards. I know this because he slides his foot between mine and rubs his boot against my leg. The higher he pushes it, the more he smiles. Before he can get to anywhere important, I clamp down on him with my thighs.
“Aw, come on.” His lips are smiling, but his eyes are not.
Talon saunters in from the back hall, and you’d almost think he was calm except for the way his nostrils are flaring.
“Denny.” He says it in that flat, emotionless way I’ve learned means bad news for the person he’s talking to.
Baldo’s smile fades and he turns to Talon with a resentful tilt to his chin. “You got a problem, sir?”
Talon’s lips pucker as if he’s considering the question. “I think I told you but maybe I didn’t. She’s mine.”
If Baldo-Denny had any sense in him, he’d drop this now. But he doesn’t.
“You can’t do that, sir. She belongs to the whole unit.”
Talon’s eyes go dead. “I’m not gonna say it again. Nobody kills her, nobody fucks her, nobody bloody well looks at her unless it’s me.”
Baldo rises to his feet and meets Talon in the middle of the living room, and it’s as though they’re trying to out-chest each other.
Meanwhile, Dinner-Plate Hands studies me, but I’m so embarrassed that I can’t look up. He’s leaning against the useless fridge with his hands on his hips.
“You all right?” His voice is soft, sympathetic. This surprises me into meeting his gaze. The pity I find there makes me want to cry. Even worse, it doubles my shame, and I swallow. I shift my gaze to the floor and jerk my head yes .
“Incoming,” calls Blondie. He’s been keeping watch from the dirty bay windows.
A thrill of hope electrifies my chest.
Baldo stands down, and Talon joins Blondie at the window. Blondie hands him the binoculars, and he takes a long look.
Dad? Is he coming for me? Is there a rescue after all? My heart tries to punch its way through my chest.
No. No, I know my father. If his men are here, it’s not for a rescue. I tremble, just my hands at first, but it quickly spreads throughout my body as I scan the interior of the trailer for a place to hide. Right. Like there’s anyplace I could hide from him.
“Ours.” Talon hands the binoculars back to Blondie.
I suck in my breath and smooth my hands up my face and into my hair. I don’t know if this is better or worse.
“Idris.” Talon addresses Dinner-Plate Hands and indicates me with a tilt of his head.
Some kind of communication passes between them, but beats me what it is.
Talon slaps on his cap and heads out the front door.
Dinner-Plate-Hands Idris plants himself in the entrance to the kitchen and crosses his arms over his chest.
Okay, then. I’m back to having a bodyguard. This is ironic, considering he’s the one who killed my last one. He seems effective, though. Long-Haired Guy doesn’t seem to care, but Blondie clears
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