Page 33 of Lose Me In The Shadows

Too grateful, which made her even angrier. How could she be grateful to these assholes for saving her, when it was their fault she’d been taken in the first place?

Are you angry? Or are you using anger to avoid facing what happened to you?

She really hated her inner voice right now.

Micah had noticed she was having her own turbulence, even though she doubted he could guess at what, because he said, “Kara, what’s wrong?”

She shook her head. “Everything.”

Conor grumbled. “C’mon, hungry girl, we need to feed you. Get your strength up so you can take your punishments later.”

Kara raised an eyebrow, trying to ignore the way her pussy clenched. “My what now?”

“You heard me. Luke, coming?”

Luke turned away. “I’m not hungry.”

Conor inhaled through his teeth but just nodded. He held out a hand to Kara who, after a moment of hesitation, took it. As he helped her off the bed, she marveled at how suddenly Conor, who had been the biggest, coldest asshole of them all, was being the sweetest and easiest right now. It was almost like rescuing her had brought back the old Conor she’d known, the teasing hero with the big heart and bigger cock.

Her pussy clenched again at the thought.

Down, girl. Stop it.

She really had lost it if she was talking to her pussy like it could hear her.

Ah, well. At least she was about to get fed.

Out in main cabin, there was an array of prepped breakfast food—fruit, cereal, hardboiled eggs, toast and butter. Conor took a seat, pulling Kara down with him so she was on his lap.

She flashed back to that other breakfast, with Luke inside her, Micah feeding her, and Conor watching her, kissing her. Were they about to replay their greatest hits?

Not much great about it if Luke’s not here.

But Conor didn’t unzip, and his hands stayed in a safe territory.

Kara couldn’t help herself. “If we’re not going to fuck, why do I have to sit on your lap?”

Micah looked surprised. “You want to fuck right now?”

“I can’t just hold you? For all I knew, you could’ve been dead. You haven’t told us what happened to you, and we’re not going to push—yet—but I want you in my arms. Or are we only allowed to touch you if it’s for sex?” Conor asked, sounding aggravated.

It was fresh, coming from him,Mr. I won’t even hold you through the night after I’ve fucked you,as if after care doesn’t exist.

She hadn’t realized she’d said that out loud until he jerked underneath her.

“Kara, hurt girl, I’m sorry. I had no idea, but you’re right.” He dropped his chin on her shoulder, kissing her neck and sending a thrill of warmth and desire through her. “It won’t happen again.”

“Whatever,” she muttered.

“Whatever?” Micah raised an eyebrow.

Kara sighed. She hated opening up, but if Conor was apologizing, maybe she should.

“Thank you for acknowledging it,” she tried, and Conor rewarded her with a kiss on her neck.

“Thank you for letting us feed you like this,” Micah said, eyes warm. “We like to do it, especially now.” He reached for a hardboiled egg and held it between his forefinger and thumb. “Open, please.”

She could’ve resisted, but she didn’t see a reason for it, especially after already being honest. Backtracking would get her nowhere. So she opened her mouth and let him push the smooth egg in between her lips.

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