Page 32 of Meet Me In The Dark

And she loved him for it.

She felt him kiss her neck, as if in confirmation.

“Well, now you've seen,” she said. “Here I am. We'd like their location now.”

“Ah,” he said, removing his suit jacket and draping it on a chair. “You see, it's not only that I wanted to see for myself. I decided I needed to experience her for myself. After all, how could a man like me pass up the cunt that felled four men and possibly more?”

“You want to be very careful, Victor,” Micah warned. “I'm not usually one to lose my temper, but you’re about to trip a wire you'd be smart to step away from.”

Victor shook his head. “I don't think so. See, I think you care too much about your loved ones to risk it all on beating me to a pulp, just because I happen to admire the pussy you’re so protective over. It's simple, really. I fuck Ms. Blum here, and you get your location and move on to rescuing those two men of yours. It's much more humane than having you carry out a hit for me. This way, no one gets hurt...much.”

He winked at Kara, who was having a hard time controlling her breathing.

So not a physical trap. An emotional one. Victor wasn't there to kill them, he wanted to break their bond for his own amusement, likely because he was bored in his own manicured, overly tanned, rich fucker life.

No.

She didn’t want to touch him.

She didn’t want to touch anyone who wasn’t one of hermen. Ever. The very idea made her want to hurl, to scream, to rage. She could feel her body trembling in rejection of the very idea. She wanted to kill Victor for thinking he could negotiate for her body. It wasn’t on the table. It didn’t belong to him. It belonged to her, to Micah, to Conor, to Luke.

And at that thought, she froze.

Conor and Luke.

She wanted,needed, them safe.

Exhaling slowly, she forced her body to still, squaring her shoulders. She could do this. She hated it, but she could do it.

If her bond with Micah could withstand him seemingly abandoning her for a year and a half only to stalk her, kidnap her, and fuck with her head, if it survived her shooting his best friend and him having to rescue her from a tiny torture cell, then it could withstand one vomit-triggering fuck with this weasel. If her relationships with Luke and Conor could stay strong after everything they’d been through, everything they’d done to each other, it would survive this.

Kara was disgusted, beyond disgusted. Fucking someone else was the absolute last thing she wanted to do. But she'd fuck a million disgusting men if it meant bringing Luke and Conor back home.

She could see them in her mind, wounded and bleeding, empty eyes staring. No more being called various types of “girl” depending on Conor's mood, no more being Luke’s sweetheart.

No.

She would never let that happen.

What would you sacrifice?

Anything. She'd sacrifice anything.

“Excuse us for a moment,” she told Victor, taking Micah's arm and guiding him away.

“We're leaving,” Micah said.

Kara shook her head. “No, we're not.”

“What are you saying? Kara, he's trying to coerce you into fucking him.”

She just gave him a look. Micah inhaled through his teeth.

“I'm not saying I'm better than him.”

She interrupted him. “You’re a million times better than him. Haven’t we covered this?”

He nodded. “Fine. I’m still not going to let you get hurt this way.”

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