Page 40 of He is… Creed: Part Three

The door opens and shuts.

I grab her, and before she knows my intent, she’s flat on the bed, spread wide, with me between her thighs and on top of her. “You should be scared, Addie.”

Her chin lifts, her full lips close, inviting, all but begging for mine. “This solves nothing.”

I kiss her with a deep slide of my tongue.

She moans into my mouth, her arms wrapping around my neck, her body arching into mine. One of my hands travels possessively over her slender rib cage and roughly caresses the high, full mounds of her breasts.

Another of her soft moans is my reward, and it’s a damn delicious one that all but destroys what little restraint I have left. I tear my mouth from hers, clinging to a thread of control. “You will not endanger yourself.”

“If I am in your life, I am a part of this war. If I’m not in your life, I am still a part of this war. Nothing you do can change that.”

“Addie—”

She presses her fingers to my lips. “Your bossiness is sexy when you’re inside me,” she warns, her voice laced with a heady mixture of anger and arousal. She’s hanging on the same thread as me.

“When I’m naked and buried inside you, Addie,” I declare, “the answer is still no.”

A sly smile curves her lips. “We’ll see about that.”

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Brock

I blink awake. Hanging onto the dim recesses of slumber with a hazy out-of-body sensation has me gasping for air and clawing my way through the decay of darkness. With a hard internal pull of my upper body, I sit up, hands braced behind me on a cold, hard surface. My eyes flutter with the impact of a slice of light—long, black lines fading in and out of focus. I blink again and again, refocusing until I realize I’m staring at bars. There are bars all around me.

Holy fuck, I’m in a cage with cameras pointed at me.

Slowly, my chin lowers, and in stunned disbelief, I find myself naked. I suck in another harsh breath and scan the area, memories beginning to rebuild themselves. The bridge. The injection. Jocelyn. Her sultry feminine curves, those big, blue eyes. The instant her image finds me, my dick is ramrod stiff.

I grimace as I flash back to Lawrence jamming the letter opener into my leg. I reach down and touch my leg, finding nothing, then laugh. It’s done. I’m a GTECH.

But any joy I feel fades with another memory: Lawrence demanding I admit I’d given the Green Hornets to Julian when it had been that idiot, Lucian. Adrenaline rushes through me, licking at my muscles with a sudden burst of energy. I flex my hand several times—strength chasing each movement, strength coursing through my veins. Leveraging my weight on my palms, I push to my feet. Power surges through me, and I tilt my head back and roar with the sensation. This is what I’d been waiting for. This is the beginning of greatness.

So why the fuck am I locked up?

I peer through the bars to find computers lining the walls. A long lab table faces my cage, with electronic equipment all around it.

I’m naked. I’m imprisoned.

The high of my transformation churns to a grinding halt.

Lawrence.

This is one of his mind games. A control thing. Fine. I’ll play his game until I can turn this around—and I will.

A sudden jolt of tingling awareness rushes down my spine an instant before Jocelyn sashays into the room, a rush of sexy curves and long, dark hair. “I see you’re awake,” she observes, setting a stack of files down on the table facing the cage. Her gaze travels over my body, settling on my cock. Already half-hard, it twitches to life.

“And naked,” I say. “You come for the peep show or what?”

“I came to finish what I started,” she says, leaning on the desk, her blue eyes blazing at me.

“Which is what?”

“To make Red Dart a success, starting with you.”

“What about Red Dart requires I be naked?”

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