Page 27 of Repossess My Heart

“You will. The man in there is a flesh runner. He sells little kids and women to-“

“I know what they are… still, why him? You aren’t the type to care about that shit.”

He grabs my hand pulling me into the alley beside the brothel he’s stopped at, “You’re right, the fucker in there has information I need. He’s connected to the number that’s likely already tracking us.”

“The one youwantto track us.”

“Track us, yes. Not kill us. That depends on the man inside. Enough for you to tag along now?”

“No.”

A frustrated sound leaves him as he slams both hands into the brick at his side. “Self-serving-“

“Self-serving my ass. I just want to fucking die! I didn’t ask for any of this bullshit you’ve dragged me into!”

“It’s because of your empty fucking eyes that I’m in this situation! If you were just normal, I could’ve killed you on the spot and wouldn’t be balls deep in a year’s long plan I thought I had another five to prepare for.” He’s seething now, pacing up and down the alley, coming closer and closer with each lap.

“What plan?!”

“One I don’t have the time to spell out for your tiny little brain right now because the runner is my last in and when Ten gets here, we need to be ready for him. We need him to be where we need him and not out in the open or he’ll bring enough Migs to slaughter the district! Mainly to slaughter me and I have shit to do!”

His chest rises and falls rapidly as he comes to a full stop in front of me my skin already prickling with goosebumps anticipating the pain of his touch, “Either you play along or I sedate you and shove you behind a dumpster until shit is handled.”

I cross my arms, biting into my inner cheek. “Fine.”

“Fine? That’s all it took?” He repeats incredulously.

I uncross my arms long enough to swat away his drone as it zips to my side. “I don’t like needles.”

His hand knots in my hair, dragging my chin up so that I’m exposed to him. I don’t mind, not a bit even if he is the worst human being I’ve ever met. “I want to bind a hundred scalpels, put them in your mouth and punch the blunt end.”

My clit throbs, my sex clenching around nothing. “All that sweet murder money and you never invested in therapy?”

“Above help me. I can never decide if I want to fuck or kill you more.” He whispers, his free hand jerking up on his mask, revealing his bowed lips.

“Well, you’ve already fucked me so…”

“So I suppose there’s only one thing left to try sweetling.” A whimper leaves me as his mouth crashes against mine, consuming me, teasing and burning me alive. His tongue prods the opening of my mouth and it’s apparent I’m not super experienced in kissing, but that doesn’t stop him. He prods again, nipping at the sensitive flesh of my lips until I part my mouth, letting his tongue tangle and fight mine for dominance. My body molds to his as he snuffs out anything that isn’t us.

Just one more time.

9

A Way In

Nine

My heart beats against my ribs with the constitution of a rutting jackal. My lips still damp from hers, the taste of her tongue….

Fuck her tongue.

I jerk her to my side, listening to the heavy beat of her heart and the pants escaping her swollen lips. Each one resonating in my cock. I shouldn’t have kissed her, further submerging us in muddy water. She holds on to me without question as I haul us up the pipe, using my mechanical arm to jerk us to the rooftop of the brothel. Less than delicately depositing her on her ass. She catches herself, barely. Spreading her legs wide in an attempt to avoid the damp rooftop. Somehow, the more disheveled she becomes, the more beautiful.

“Stay here and stay hidden.” I growl before turning away from her. This time I’m ready for her delicate hands when they grip me. I spin, wrenching them from my suit and pinning them tightly to her chest. I can’t even say she’s unaware of the damage I can do. The danger she’s in.

She’s very aware, it's why she’s here. She… wants me to damage her.

And I won’t-can’t.

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