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“No! I can’t!”
He grabs me by the back of my head, curling his fingers in my hair. “This is as romantic as it gets in my world, Dreamy. This is a long walk on a sunny beach. This is a candlelit dinner, you get it? I’m treating you like the princess you are.”
“Please…” I whimper the word again.
“You wanted to get laid? Is that why you were there? Or you wanted to be high. I can give you both.”
“I didn’t plan that far ahead. I just went.”
“That’s stupid, Dreamy. You’re not stupid.”
“I could be stupid. You don’t know me.”
He laughs and lets my hair go. “I know you enough.”
I take a deep breath or two before sitting up. Putting any weight on my ass at all makes it ache, but I have to ask him this question.
“Do you take every tipsy drone you find in a bar back to your secret ship lair?”
He’s standing over me, his shirt open to his navel, the muscular lines of his abdomen exposed to me. He’s so fucking handsome, and so very dangerous. I don’t understand why I’m here. I really don’t know why he took me. Why he cares.
“Only the ones who saved my life.”
What the hell is he talking about? “I never saved your life.”
“Yes. You did. The day we met, the route you gave me got me clear of a shoot-to-kill clean-up squad. You’re the reason I’m still here. I figured I’d return the favor.”
I think about that for a long second. There are some serious implications there. “Wow. So. Wow. In a way, you could say all the crimes you’ve committed, people killed, property destroyed… that’s kind of… my fault?”
His brow furrows. “You could say that if you wanted another ass whipping.”
I shut my mouth.
And then I open it again.
“I think I should go home, if I can. Thank you for saving me from the bad guys in the bar.”
“The guys were the least of your worries. The girls were ready to shank you, Dreamy.”
“Alright. Well.” I start to get up from the bed, but he pushes me back down. He’s not rough, but he is firm. It’s clear he doesn’t intend on letting me go.
“In my experience, people go to where I found you for two reasons. Drugs, sex, or both. You’ve had one. Now it’s time for the other.”
“S… sex? You want to have sex with me?”
I shouldn’t be surprised. Shah’s lustful reputation proceeds him. He’s as notorious a cocksman as he is a criminal.
“You came looking for danger, and it found you. I don’t just want to fuck you, Dreamy. I want to break you. I want to give you everything you came looking for.”
His dark eyes hold pure sin. When I look deep into them, I forget who I am. He evokes the worst in me, and that’s what I want. I want to tap into the part of myself I’ve never been. I want to be reckless. I want to be sexy. I want to submit to this outlaw and be ravaged until he’s done with me.
I could say no. I don’t know if it would make any difference.
He leans down, takes the hem of my dress and pulls it up over my head. That leaves me in gray socks, white panties, and a white bra. It’s too plain, embarrassingly so. He must be used to girls in sexy spandex or hot, strappy plastic, or basically anything besides worker-issued undergarments.
“Fucking adorable,” he curses, reaching down with a massive hand, clasping the front and gusset of my underwear. He clenches his fingers and the fabric rips like paper, tearing off my body and leaving me naked amid the shreds of my erstwhile garment.
His other hand descends toward my chest and gives my bra the same treatment. In seconds I am left in the wreckage of my clothing and his mouth is on my right breast, suckling hotly at my nipple. One, and then the other, he feasts on me, his tongue flicking the underside of my sensitive areola.
