Page 57 of Hell Breaks Loose

Lining him up, pushing him to my opening, hooking my legs around him in a sultry demand for him to fill me up. Just the tip of him spreading me apart is enough to start the cascade of another wave of blissful release.

The insides of my thighs quiver, flexed with ripples of release.

And he’s not even halfway into me yet.

Evan grins above me, melting my soul, drinking me into him. My eyes roll back as he seats himself fully within me, sending me over the edge with a thrust of his hips…

I won’t be able to walk at this rate, but I can’t stop, I won’t stop. Not until I’m a puddle on this floor. Not until he lets loose on me and?—

“Are you ready, Miss Micheals?” Evan moans into my ear.

Um. What.

“Miss Michaels, we're here,” a much deeper voice announces.

I stir from my sleep. The car is still creeping along, but I sense the change in the air. Maybe it’s just my imagination.

But it feels like home.

“Where are we, exactly?”

“Trying to find a way through. Several roads are… just not there anymore.”

Not to mention that cell phones and map apps aren’t up and running without infrastructure. At least I assume that’s why I have no cell service.

Just when I get one of the addictive little devices back…

“Would you like to change our destination?” The driver is respectful. Forthcoming. A far cry from the way they treated me until just recently.

“No. Thank you, Jay. The mayor’s manor is a good starting point.”

The last few days have changed my entire world, and my place in a world I never wanted to be a part of. All thanks to a little smooth talking, paired with strong words and cold, hard cash to back up my promises.

I’ve only had to resort to violence once.

And I spent an hour puking my guts out in the bathroom after Sing broke the guard’s thumb and finger. It’s different when you have to make the call yourself.

Order someone to do something terrible.

And they just… do it.

The worst part is that it gets easier to stomach. Easier to justify, to reconcile.

Just like this person that I’ve become to get what needs doing done. She is so much more capable and cool. And it terrifies me that I could lose myself to her.

Marco returned a few days after I stepped in to hear the report out of Sanctum. It was humbling. Horrifying.

The news, that is.

That the town has gone to shit. Our scouts haven’t had to police much, or keep the citizens from rising up or fighting back. Apparently, psychotic drug addicts really are terrorizing the town.

Which helped convince Marco of what I needed to do.

He arrived home late at night, and I was waiting, dressed in an elegant outfit, standing at the bottom of the stairs. I didn’t greet him warmly, just cordially. Kept things professional.

I took his coat. His briefcase.

Then I led him to the kitchen where I had a meal waiting for him. Once he was at ease, I filled him in on what had gone on in his absence.

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