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Veenith had many bunkers left over from the war that had been fought here twenty-some years ago. Reece had come across one on one of his longer hunting trips. He hadn’t realized they had a bunker so close to the mines, though it made sense since the war had been waged over the planet’s serilium.
More amazing than finding the bunker was the fact that Jayce hadn’t conned him. Matthews warned everyone not to deal with Jayce, not that Matthews could be trusted. That was the problem on Veenith. No one could be trusted. Though Reece trusted Zev. Then again, the twenty-nine-year-old had only been on Veenith for six months. He’d saved Reece numerous times, which was why Reece had brought him along. That, and Zev could speak for him.
Fucking Crimshaw and his secrets. One day, Reece would find a way to divulge every fucking secret the man had and not just to Zev, but the entire sector. If Crimshaw thought cutting his vocal cords would silence him, he was wrong.
Reece placed his wrist up against the scanner. The door clicked open.Look at that. . . Jayce hadn’t lied.Then again, this could be an empty bunker.
“You think she’ll be here?” Zev asked.
Reece slammed Zev against the door.
Zev’s hands went up as his dark eyes widened. “I get it, I get it. I’m not to touch her. She’s yours. I was just wondering if Jayce took her elsewhere. I can’t see him sharing.”
Reece wasn’t sharing Melina with anyone.
Reece eased off Zev and tapped his palm over his chest once with a slight nod. An apology. Zev read him really well, figuring out his signs and facial expressions better than anyone. Then again, no one else had bothered. Except Melina. Reece could still remember her sweet smile and the way she talked to him. . . as if he were as normal as everyone else.
The door clicked behind them. Reece waited for his eyes to adjust to the low light in the stairwell. His heart raced when he heard voices below, including a high-pitched one. Female. Melina! Thank the goddesses, she was safe!
Zev lightly tapped him on the shoulder. “Even without a female, this place is a good place to shelter. Might be able to sleep here without having to worry about anyone slicing our throats in the middle of the night.”
Reece glared at him.
“Fuck, Reece, you know what I mean.”
He did. He and Zev had been taking turns sleeping in the room they shared with four other men. Too often men awoke to discover a roommate had been killed in his sleep and stripped bare of his belongings. Simple revenge accounted for half the murders here.
A woman’s wail echoed through the bunker.
“Hell, that doesn’t sound good.”
Reece raced down those stairs. He’d kill anyone who touched her.
Chapter Six
MELINA
Ivan’s breath warmed the side of Melina’s neck as he wrapped her hair around his hand and controlled her movement.
“I. Own. You,” he said in that deep, dark voice of his. He left no room for discussion, no room for her to do anything other than accept his claim over her. Except she couldn’t.
“Say it,” he said in her ear. Then he licked her neck, tasting her.
Her body shuddered as his tongue ran over the pulse in her neck. She shouldn’t be having such a visceral reaction to him. She should be fighting, kicking, and clawing at him, but those maneuvers never worked. Not with Namir, and certainly not with this man whose muscles put Namir’s to shame.
The power in Ivan, the very way he controlled her without instilling pain, intrigued her. He definitely sounded like he wanted to fuck her, but he was holding back, and he hadn’t freed himself as Jayce had. But he’d drawn a finger down her back and cupped her ass in a way that had sent glorious sparks to her core.
His finger slid through her folds, deliciously slowly. That thick finger moved back and forth, exciting her flesh and building a need within her. She bit back a moan as he circled her entrance. Then the talented finger disappeared. A sucking sound startled her. He was sucking her juices from his finger!
The moan that escaped him made her thighs clench. She wished he’d slide into her instead of playing these games, creating a need in her that shouldn’t exist.
“Ass or pussy?” he repeated in a cold voice that drove away that mounting pleasure.
She shivered this time, from the memories of Namir and his friends using her. She had to be stronger than her memories. If Ivan enjoyed himself, he’d protect her from the gangs above.
This was going to happen. She needed to accept it.
No, she needed to turn it to her advantage.
