Page 72 of Auctioned to the Convicts
“Want you in me.”
“Gonna fuck you long and hard, my Hannah.” With his pants still between them, he pushed the bulge in his pants to separate her folds and strike her clit with the rough fabric. Her eyes rolled back into her head at the friction.
“Please,” she panted as his lips found hers. His tongue thrust into her mouth, pushing against her tongue and learning every part of her as she imagined his cock would soon do.
He rolled her panties down her legs and then lowered his zipper. His hazel eyes locked on her with an intensity that mirrored that devilish look of his.
Rissa had been a fool to use and throw Sersie away. The man was playful, caring, and full of heart.
Hannah reached out and caressed his face. She had no words, but Sersie didn’t need words. He needed someone to believe in him.
A loud crash outside made them both jump. Sersie ran to the security screen located outside the master bedroom. “Get dressed and hide,” he ordered.
Hide? With her hands shaking, Hannah pulled her panties and then her dress on, reaching back to zip the dress as Sersie scrambled to a cabinet where Ren kept a bunch of cleaning solutions.
“Sersie, what—”
“Three men, maybe more, with ladders,” he said as he started combining two clear chemicals into a glass, holding them up to the light. “Climbing a tree that’s close to the fence. It’s a reach, but they’re going to jump. They’ll make it over.” The liquid turned yellow.
“Hide, Hannah. Now!” Cabinets flew open and closed as Sersie searched for another ingredient. “Fuck! Need calcium nitrate!”
As she ran to the master bedroom, she heard Sersie running toward the bathroom. She hated leaving him alone, but she wasn’t much of a fighter, even with what Ky’Li had taught her. A nervous laugh escaped her. She was searching for a hiding place while Sersie was making a bomb. This was not what she expected on Narkos. Not by a longshot.
Hannah spun in a circle in the master bedroom. There was no place to hide. The bed itself was on a solid platform with no open space beneath.
She dashed to the storage room next, remembering the drawer Ren had built under the bottom bed, to create storage for many of the displaced goods from the shelves he’d dismantled to create the beds. She pulled out the drawer and quickly tossed the tools onto the bunk. As she crawled into the cramped space, she closed the drawer under the bed by pulling along the frame overhead.
The space wasn’t airtight, but it was pitch black. An explosion rocked the house, making her yelp. She clamped her hands over her mouth and tried to calm her breathing and her shaking body.
Male voices shouting pierced the quiet. Hannah squeezed her eyes shut, hating how scared she was, hating how she’d left Sersie outside alone and outnumbered by who knew how many men.
Men who were coming for her.
She’d endangered her unit, by her mere existence.
She never should have stolen that package that got her sentenced here. Sersie might die tonight, because of her, because he’d been kind enough to help Ky’Li when Griggs had beaten him because she’d picked Sersie for her unit.
Another explosion shook the house.
The shouting stopped. Silence filled the cramped space. Blood pounded in her ears, drowning out all other sounds for a blessed moment.
Hannah focused on Sersie’s smile, Ky’Li’s warm but wry grin when he attempted to joke with her, Vaughn’s eyes that held back such emotion, and even Ren’s attempts to squelch his anger in her presence. Did he even know she wanted him, that she longed to touch and get to know him as much as the others?
A door slammed open in the distance. They’d breached the house. Sersie. . . God, Sersie must be dead if they made it inside. More doors slammed. They were searching for her. Her heart was racing so fast. Breathing was getting harder.
Another bang as the door to the storage room crashed into the wall. Loud thumps of tools striking the floor from the bed above her sanctuary. Someone was ripping the place apart. Heavy footsteps moved off. More loud noises of items being tossed to the floor, the kitchen she guessed from the sound of clanking metal.
Without any warning, her hiding spot was yanked open. She yelped. Fresh air soiled by unwashed bodies struck her as large hands pulled her out of her sanctuary and into hell.
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REN
“Long day?” Ren asked, seeing Vaughn’s expression as they met up at the edge of West Side at the end of third shift.
“An understatement. Osta’s questioning the records.”
“You take too many risks treating the miners off the books.”
