Page 43 of Shattered Love

“And what if I don’t want to?” I sassed back.

He wrapped his hands around my stomach, his touch warm and inviting, a contrast to the way he pushed me back.

“Make no mistake, I will have you writhing underneath me. I’ll taste you until you’re begging me for more. And when you’re on the edge, pleading with me to fuck you senseless, I’ll finally give you my cock.”

I swallowed roughly at his words, imagining it in perfect detail, my core throbbing for exactly what he described.

“But when I do, there won’t be five other people right upstairs.” He crowded my space, a filthy smirk crossing his lips. “Because when I take you, I’ll have you screaming my name.”

I was speechless. Utterly speechless, unable to form a coherent thought, let alone words. He turned my body, slapping a hand against my butt.

“Now go get some sleep. We have a lot of planning to do tomorrow.”

Following his words, I trudged back up the stairs, slightly stunned and highly turned on. Climbing into the top bunk, I crawled under the covers, shutting my eyes. And no one could blame me when dreams of Warner’s mouth and hands invaded my mind. But I’d never admit that two other men starred in those dreams as well.

Chapter Twenty-Three

“We still have time to turn back.”

As a group, I think we all rolled our eyes in unison. This was probably the hundredth time Rainer had uttered the words.

He had been a grumpy recluse the past four days, refusing to do anything but sit in a corner and pout with his arms crossed against his chest.

“Hate to break it to you, man, but this is a fight you aren’t going to win.” Murphy clapped a hand against Rainer’s shoulder, shooting me a wink over his shoulder.

Rainer continued to mutter incoherently under his breath, probably cursing us all for our idiocy. But I tuned him out, knowing that his attitude didn’t matter. Once we were closer to the camp, he’d be sharp, ready to follow through on his portion of the plan.

Warner strolled to my side, his long legs catching up to me quickly. On a whisper, he asked, “Are you sure this is going to work?”

For the first time, I could confidently answer yes. It seemed when we had seven heads working together, plans were much easier to formulate.

Science was my forte, but the others had intelligence where I lacked. Sasha had been the biggest surprise, most of her ideas being used.

Our steps slowed collectively as the fence around the camp came into view. A heavy silence fell over us. It seemed the confidence dimmed in light of the day, the camp an imposing view before us.

“Everyone know what they need to do?” I checked in and I received six nods.

“Don’t make any detours. We need to leave for the trains by nightfall.” Murphy stood at my side, addressing the entire group.

Everyone began breaking up into two groups, Murphy pulling me into his arms. His nose nuzzled against my neck. “Be safe. And don’t do anything stupid.”

I rolled my eyes against the side of his head. Why did these men think I was prone to bad decisions?

We broke away, Murphy heading toward Sasha and Warner. We had decided that two guns should go with each group. There had been a hushed debate between the men about who would go with who.

Eventually, it was decided that Aiden and Rainer would head inside with me and Mina, leaving Sasha and Warner with Murphy. I struggled to separate from anyone in the group, but I had to admit that I was happy Aiden had been placed with me. At least then we didn’t have to worry about each other’s whereabouts when all hell broke loose.

And I knew chaos was about to ensue. There was no other option around it.

We approached the front of the gate from the left, not bothering to hide as the guards spotted us. Immediately, they raised their guns, but so did Rainer and Aiden.

As we stood a mere ten feet from them, I took in their movements. I was used to the robotic motions, the trained men and women that didn’t seem to blink in the face of a threat.

These weren’t those people. They blinked repeatedly, their gazes darting between Aiden and Rainer. Their feet slid from side to side, their movements jittery.

The ordeal inside these gates had shaken them. The people they knew, some of them possibly their friends, had been killed at our hands. The man in charge of them was gone. Warner had been right when he said they would be scared, out of their element, and unsure of what to do.

Finding my voice, I said, “No one needs to get hurt.”

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