Page 29 of Rebel Fates

He lifts me up like I weigh nothing,which isn’t true. Throwing me over his shoulder like a firefighter’s carry, he heads out of the shower room.

“Let me down!” I screech.

He braces my legs to his chest so I can’t flail, but doesn’t respond to me otherwise.

I punch at his muscular back. It just sounds like I’m playing the drums instead of giving this guy a beating.

One of his hands is inching up my thigh and toward my center. I don’t know if this is intentional or not, but I’m not about to let him probe me in the corridor.

I fling my body backward to vertical, almost hitting my head on the ceiling. Using my swinging momentum, I continue backward. At this point, I realize my head will probably crack open on the ground when I fall.

Crap. I didn’t think that through.

Somehow, my legs slide to either side of his waist. He falls forward with my backward dive toward the floor.

I land with him on top of me and between my legs.

His face is nestled in my cleavage. I’m momentarily stunned.

His hand cradles my head, which stopped me from cracking my skull.

I’m impressed by his quick reflexes.

Once the shock of the moment passes, I try to scurry out from underneath him. But his arms are still wrapped around me, and he’s moved his hand to grip the back of my neck, keeping me in place.

When I struggle, he cinches his hold on me tighter. I can’t move away from him at all. My ex-boyfriend’s face flashes in my mind.

Will Serrat hit me like Peter did?

All the abuse I’ve suffered from childhood on up, through my boyfriends, and then my slavers, manifests into sheer panic.

Serrat has already tried to strangle me when he was out of his mind.

Now,Iam out of my mind.

I realize my arms are free from his grip. I see my target—his rounded ears, sticking out and waiting to be yanked on. I grab hold and pull.

He roars.Seriously. He roars.

My insides vibrate from the penetrating sound.

My body seems to be confused about what’s going on here. I feel heat and moisture between my legs.

He takes hold of my wrists, pinning them over my head. I buck to get him off me. My body again is turned on by this and my temperature rises.

Having heard the commotion, Zeek and Rok run around the corner to find me naked and writhing under Serrat as he pins me down.

“What the frex!” Rok shouts.

Even from where I am, I see Zeek’s eyes dilate when he sees us in this compromising position. His pupils are so large his glowing golden irises have disappeared completely.

Serrat takes a deep breath and, in one motion, stands up and snatches me from the floor.

Within seconds, he carries me into a room with a sizable bed. He tosses me down in the middle of it. Now I’m more than a little worried.

All three males look positively feral.

“You have been nothing but trouble.” Serrat jabs his clawed finger at me. “We allow you to live after you invade my ship. And then, you steal a knife and go through our things? Now, you attack me?”

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