Page 82 of Meet Me In The Dark

Dismissing that, she turned back to Conor.

“Kiss me,” he ordered, and when she leaned back down, he captured her lips with his, demanding she open her mouth with no more than his lips. The moment she surrendered to him, he took over. But instead of the kiss turning hard, it turned soft, almost reverential. Like with each nip of his teeth, each lick of his tongue, each whispered word of love and apology and praise against her lips, he was worshipping her. Like she was a queen, and he was nothing more than a loyal subject.

She reveled in it, lost in the feeling of his mouth on hers for the first time in a long time. She forgot about the guards outside the door and the cameras. She even forgot about their deaths, looming over them, and her decision.

Conor must have remembered because he pulled away first. “The cameras,” he choked, but his eyes were still on her lips.

Kara shook her head. “I don’t want to worry about thecameras. They’ve already seen me naked, already hurt me. What does it matter at this point? I don’t want him to take this from us, too. Not anymore.”

“You sure, baby?” Micah called gruffly from across the room.

She moved across the small room, kneeling down so she faced him, their eyes close together, their breath mingling. “I’m sure,” she said.

Micah peppered her lips, cheeks, and jaw with kisses. Approval, affection, and agreement, all in one.

She kissed him back, their lips pressing together with a sweet solemnity that made her heart ache.

And then she pulled back and crawled across the room to Luke. His green eyes tracked her, his expression unreadable.

“I know back at Vixen, you didn’t want any other man looking at me. But if this is all we have, if this is it—” because she could fail, and it could be, “—don’t you want to spend it together? The way we should? As close as we can be? I don’t want to…”

She trailed off, unable to say the rest.

Die without being with you all, one last time.

As if he’d heard her, Luke nodded, just once. Conor did, too.

“Of course, baby,” Micah said.

Luke spoke. “If this is all we have, then I want us to spend it together. But first,” he looked at Conor. “No more self-sacrifice. You don’t get to die so the rest of us live.” He repeated himself, making sure Micah and even Kara heard it. “You hear me? We live together, we die together. Promise me.”

No one said anything.

“Promise me!” he barked.

“I promise,” Conor said.

“Promise,” Micah said.

“I promise,” Kara said. She had no plans on dying.

But just in case she was wrong, she placed her hand on Luke’s cheek and drew his face up to hers. He was so tall, that, even on his knees, she didn’t have to bend far to reach his lips. She kissed him, coaxing his mouth open with hers, and he let her lead the kiss, let her explore the inside of his mouth with her tongue as if it was her first time doing so. Warmth and then heat filled her, as she tasted him and drew groans from him, as she teased him by pulling back and he chased her. Until he stopped letting her lead, and demand she follow.

Finally, he pulled away.

“Kara, take off your dress, and let us love you properly,” he said against her lips.

Purposefully ignoring the cameras, she stripped out of the flimsy tank dress and underwear Chris’s men had given her, until she stood naked before her men.

“Move closer,” he said, still demanding.

“But you can’t use your hands,” Kara said. “What if?—”

What if I hurt you. What if I smother you.

What if I can’t?

Kara wasn’t used to being the one in control, sexually. It happened so rarely.

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