Page 167 of Fallen Omega

It’s one continuous orgasm that rolls through us and he’s kissing me hard. They’re nasty kisses. Violent bites of kisses. He sucks my tongue, my lips. He demands the same violence back and I’m so gone, I give it. I can’t get enough. We mate with our mouths as we’re joined and coming.

And as it all ebbs, I’m locked to him and I slump, his arms around me. I don’t want to move. And, I realize I can’t. He’s gone down some, but not all the way, and I have almost no experience of this. Reaper and Knight don’t count. They care. They’re mindful. This man… I shiver. This man is an entity unto himself, as they say.

“So. You came.”

His words hang in the air and I go still. “How could I not?”

“I told you not to.”

“No, you said to hold off.” I hate myself for how my voice wavers.

“What I said was if you came without permission, this was the last time,” he says, “and maybe I’d let you if you made me come. I never said you could.”

“Fuck you, Dante.”

“Stacking up the punishments.”

Fear hits me. There’s no light or play to his tone. It’s flat, serious. Foreboding. But then I think about it. Would he, really? Even if he doesn’t like me, he wants me.

“What’s the punishment?” I ask.

“Well—”

He stops, and goes still. I can’t hear anything much, just voices. And then a shout goes up. “Peabody!”

I stare at him. “What?”

“Fuck, I’m so sorry, Angel.” He pulls me off him and he’s still big, and it pulls. A flash of pain hits. He tucks himself away and he’s on his feet, moving the desk and racing to the other side to throw my clothes at me.

He comes back and lifts up the rug on the floor. And he pulls open a trapdoor. A dark maw stares at me.

I back away, clutching my clothes as he lunges for me. “If that’s your idea of punishment, I’m not going down there.”

“Peabody is code for raid, Angel. It won’t be the cops on their own as we have too many on payroll. We’d have gotten word. This is something else. FBI? Council? Something like that.”

He opens a drawer and hands me a flashlight and grabs his phone, punching in a message.

“Where the fuck’s Reaper?” He turns on me. “Have you seen him?”

“Not today.”

“Take the fucking flashlight, go down there, and follow the tunnel. There’s a safe room at the end. Go in there and close the door. It’ll lock.”

Panic beats fast. “What about you? Knight? Reaper? The others. What?—”

“Just fucking go. Now.” he shoves me, naked except my shoes and panties to the open trapdoor and I fumble with my dress. “No time. Put it on down there. Go.”

I take a gulp of air and turn on the flashlight, holding it between my teeth and start climbing down therungs.

I’m a few rungs down when the door above slams shut, scaring me and I drop the light. It goes out.

“Fuck,” I whisper.

I try and find it when I reach the floor, but it takes too long and then I feel around on the walls. Two each side. Dead end behind the ladder. One exit only. One tunnel. I pull on the dress and shuffle down, keeping a hand on the wall until I finally reach the end. There’s a door. Steel by the feel. I touch it and a panel lights up.

I start to cry. He didn’t tell me the code.

In frustration I press down on the handle and my heart jumps. The door opens.

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