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“I warned you.”
My skin heats, and I sweat. I can’t decide if I want to escape him or not. He sets a punishing pace, but I’m so close to the edge . . . I just want to fall over it.
“Harder,” I say defiantly.
Grunting, he slams into me again and again until my fingers dig into the bed, and I’m hovering on the edge, stilling in the moment before exploding with the air trapped in my lungs.
“This is exactly what you needed, isn’t it?” he whispers with his chest pressed to my back as he thrusts. My thighs tremble. “You want to be fucked hard and treated like a slut.”
Teeth sink into the back of my shoulder, and the tension snaps.
A spike of pleasure spreads through me, and my body clenches down on him. Grabbing my waist with a bruising grip, he sits back and rides my finish as I shake with release.
“Good god,” he says breathlessly.
The initial shock of the orgasm lets me out of its grip, and I take a deep breath, panting and desperate to collapse when he pulls out, splashing hot cum across the top of my ass. As soon as his hands release me, I drop to my stomach, and the bed shifts under his weight.
A moment later, a warm wet cloth is running over my skin, and he slides onto the bed beside me, pulling the blanket up.
“You’re going to kill me at the end of this, aren’t you?” I press up onto to my elbows and look down at him.
“What is the end?”
“I’m not sure. You haven’t told me anything yet.”
“Maybe your purpose is large and complicated.” He drags the tip of his finger over my shoulder.
“If you don’t kill me, the only other choice is to keep me captive. That doesn’t make sense though . . .” I flip onto my back and stare into the darkness. “It’s a loose end and a headache you don’t need.”
“Really?” His voice sounds rough. “I’m beginning to think you’d enjoy being my captive.”
“That’s not an answer.”
“That’s not a denial.” He exhales. “You often sound like you want to die.”
“No.” I shake my head in the dark. “I’m just telling you that I won’t be surprised when you do it, even after you promise me you won’t. I’m never going to trust you.”
“What if I fall madly in love with you?” It sounds like he’s smiling, but I don’t appreciate the joke when my life is in his hands.
“I’ll never love you, so that doesn’t matter.”
Rolling over, he snags my waist and draws me into his chest. “I’m capable of all kinds of terrifying things, Tripoli,” he says darkly in my ear. “Never say never.”
Loving himwouldbe terrifying, but I know I’m right. Tripoli dies at the end of this unless I get resourceful, really fast. I’m going to be used for whatever and then discarded when it becomes more trouble than it’s worth to keep me breathing. If I can escape and go into hiding, maybe I survive, but all my current resources are out of reach.
Home is too far, and the Agency has probably already frozen all my funds. If not, they’re waiting for me to access them. Something tells me I’d never outrun York either. Although maybe if I give him whatever it is he needs, he’ll let me go . . . eventually.
Oddly enough, I don’t think hewantsme dead, but at some point, when things go badly and he has to pick between me and himself, he won’t hesitate to choose himself.
I wouldn’t.
Every time.
Thankfully, my hateful inner monologue doesn’t berate me for sleeping with him again, and I’m able to fall back to sleep.
Seven
In the morning, I find myself alone in bed.
