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And my whole body shuddered.
Hard.
Because the butterfly-light touch felt like it skipped over every inch of my skin.
His head dipped slightly, his warm breath tickling my cheekbone. But his eyes never left mine.
“Breaker...” I tried, not sure what I was asking, what I was feeling, what he was trying to do.
“Ain't gonna hurt you, doll,” he said, his voice low and rumbling.
Then his eyes finally left mine as his head tilted lower.
The fluid sensation in my belly intensified and twisted in an almost sickening swirl... just a second before his lips closed over my earlobe.
The air flew out of my lungs and my hands dug into the muscles of his stomach instinctively.
I wasn't a scared little virgin. As fate would have it, that flew out the door ten days after my mother went in the ground.
That being said, I wasn't exactly experienced either. Mostly because I stayed away from people like they were possible carriers of bubonic plague. And also because I was pretty sure I had some kind of medical condition that made a normal twenty-something female libido just... disappear.
I didn't crave sex.
I barely even thought about it save for the times I was grimacing at the porn sites clients unwittingly made me visit.
But there was no mistaking it.
It was in the weird, fluttery heartbeat. In the hypersensitivity of my nerve endings. In the way goosebumps were rising on my neck and chest and arms. In the fierce, almost painful tightening deep in my core.
I was turned on.
By my god damn kidnapper.
Holy crap.
What was wrong with me?
“What crime lord?” Breaker's voice asked, making a shiver run through my body, his teeth nipping into my earlobe.
“Lex,” my voice breathed out. To me, it was barely even audible.
But Breaker responded like I had shouted it through a megaphone.
His other hand slammed down beside my head, completely caging me in, his head moving backward, his eyes pinning me in place.
“You fuckin' serious?”
Shit.
His tone pulled the desire backward, leaving me feeling shaky and cold and unfulfilled.
And maybe a little, just a tiny bit, disappointed.
What can I say? It had been a long, long time since I knew what desire felt like. And I kind of liked it. And I wanted to see where it led. That may have made me a slut, but I was okay with that.
But the fact of the matter was- he used me.
He used my body against me.
And that was pretty messed up.
Especially considering I was his damn prisoner.
“I can't believe you just did that,” I accused, my voice almost a little squeaky with a mix of indignation and humiliation.
“Did what?” he asked, looking confused.
“Used... used... sex to get an answer!”
At this, his head fell backward and he let out a laugh that boomed off the train walls and sent another shot of desire to my poor, underused nether regions.
His face dropped to mine again, still smiling, but it had turned a little more condescending. “I guess it's been a while for you,” he started and I felt my spine straightening, “but that wasn't sex, doll. That was me kissing your ear. Though if you want me to try using sex as a interrogation method...” he trailed off, his hands moving from the wall and sliding intimately down my sides.
And damn if it didn't feel all kinds of good.
But that wasn't the point.
The point was he was having fun at my expense.
I was already a freaking prisoner.
That was just... so not okay.
Before I thought it through, truly before I even realized it was happening, my hand swung back, then flew forward, landing with a satisfying crack to the side of his face.
Surprise registered in his eyes for a second. Then the condescending smile took a turn toward the mischievous and I knew I had, yet again, screwed up.
“Like it rough, huh?” he asked, running a hand over his cheek which was a nice shade of red.
“Go fuck yourself,” I said, ducking under his arm, and darting past him.
I didn't get more than two feet before he swung around and his arm went around my belly, hauling me backward until I slammed my back into his front. “Not so fast,” he said, sounding amused.
“Let go of me,” I growled. Growled.
“Tell me about taking down Lex's empire,” he said, his voice deceptively calm. Almost like he was barely paying attention.
“No.”
“You're sure you want that to be your answer?” he asked, his free hand slowly starting to run up my thigh, slipping dangerously inward. Despite myself, my head fell backward onto his chest.
This was all kinds of wrong. Like a hundred shades of screwed the hell up. If I wasn't going to end up in a city grave soon, I'd have made sure I went to see a shrink about it.
Because I didn't want him to stop. I genuinely wanted that hand to keep moving upward, keep slipping inward, until it found what it was looking for. Until I got some relief from the clawing need inside.
But that was exactly the reason it needed to stop.
“Stop,” I said, my voice a strange mix of shaky and strong.
Breaker exhaled a breath that made my hair dance around my face. But his hand slid away. “Killjoy,” he accused, pushing me away and stepping out from behind me. He went to the door, letting me think I was getting off scot free. But then he turned back. “Got nothing but time to wear you down,” he said and it sounded like a promise. “You're gonna tell me what the fuck you got yourself into.”
Then he was gone.FiveBreakerWhat the hell was wrong with me?
I never should have put my hands (or mouth) on her. No matter what information I was trying to get out of her. She was small and scared and very seriously contemplating her own death.
And I screwed with her head even more.
It wasn't an excuse that she was fuckin' drop dead gorgeous. Maybe not in the modern way- all ass and tits. She was classic- long legs and perfect bone structure. Couple that with those doe eyes, that sharp tongue, and that temper...
