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“Drekk, female, I’m not talking about your physical condition. Victims need time to understand and process trauma.”
She launched herself off the bed. “I’m not a victim. If you’d ask me how I felt, then you’d know that.”
“I’ve worked with a lot of victims. They often don’t recognize the impact of the trauma they endured.”
“Stop using that word. I’m. Not. A. Victim.”
His horns stood tall and his spine straightened to his full height. “Then what are you?”
“I’m a survivor who gets to decide who she sleeps with and when.” Maggie grabbed her clothing from the chair. “Yes, I’ve been through a lot, but I never considered myself a victim, not until you made me feel like one.”
She pushed past him into the living room, slamming the bedroom door shut behind her. “You can sleep in the bed. Alone,” she shouted through the thin door.
He saw her as a victim. Maybe she was, maybe she wasn’t, but what happened to her didn’t define her. It was time she showed Zirkov exactly who she was.
CHAPTERTWENTY-FOUR
ZIRKOV
Zirkov’s bedroom filled with pre-dawn light as he finished another set of push-ups. Muscles burned with each additional set, the pain of pushing himself a welcome distraction from the gorgeous female who worried and frustrated him.
He stared down at his comm, waiting for Konnitch to respond to any of the ten messages he’d left over the past two hours. The male had all night to hack into the DAA’s servers. The keenta wasn’t as adept with hacking as Ri’Nom, but still, he should have checked in by now.
Konnitch’s face finally filled the screen. “It’s the middle of the night, Zirkov.”
“It’s morning.”
“Not even six a.m.”
“Did you hack into their servers?”
A female’s hand appeared on Konnitch’s shoulder, pulling him away from the comm. The view shook for a moment before an industrial ceiling appeared on the screen. That wasnotKonnitch’s apartment at the Keentan Embassy.
“I’m busy, Zirkov,” Konnitch’s voice strained, then a guttural moan filled the air.
“I need a report. Now.”
“Will. Comm. You,” Konnitch’s words came out with the force of a male thrusting into a female.
Zirkov didn’t need to hear Konnitch and Kaci fucking. Especially when he had a beautiful female in the next room. One who occupied his thoughts and kept his cocks so drekking hard he’d been up most of the night seeking relief with his hands instead of her heat. The relief was temporary, insufficient, degrading. He needed his female.
“Claim. Your. Female,” Konnitch roared into the comm.
Zirkov’s eyes narrowed. “What is that swaying behind you?”
“Rope,” Kaci said between heavy breaths and a lofty giggle.
“Don’t worry,” Konnitch said, also breathless. “We’re not in public.”
“You’re in a gym.”
“Needed… rope.”
“Oh, God… Oh, God,” Kaci’s voice carried. “Right there. Yes, Yes, Yes!”
Zirkov thumped his finger down on the comm, ending the transmission. It had taken him three hours to calm his cocks after Maggie stormed out of his bedroom.
He shoved his face into the bedding, breathing in Maggie’s scent. He’d been a fool to let her entice him. A weak fool. He’d promised to help her, and instead, he’d caved to her allure the moment she touched him. She had a strength he lacked. One that had led her through many dangerous missions without stealing her smile.
