Page 119 of Fractured Allegiance

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She arches. I hold.

Her thighs tighten around my hips.

My hand slides up her ribcage, thumb brushing the bottom swell of her breast.

“Say stop,” I murmur against her mouth.

“No.”

That’s all she gives me.

No hesitation. No stutter.

Just truth.

But before it can go further… before I pull her shorts down or she rips my shirt off… my phone vibrates.

Once.

Twice.

Urgent.

I freeze.

She feels it.

I don’t move.

Because I know what name is lighting up that screen without looking.

Naomi.

She’s never called me this many times in a row unless it’s critical.

Lydia blinks up at me, breath shallow, lips swollen, pupils blown wide.

And I know I’ve already crossed the line.

Even if I stop now, I’m already on the wrong side of it.

I reach into my coat and pull out the phone.

Naomi's name pulses on the screen.

I answer.

"You missed check-in." Her voice is tight. "What's going on?"

I sit back, keeping my voice low. "Something came up."

"Where are you?"

I don't answer immediately, and that tells her everything.

She exhales—not quite a sigh, more like controlled frustration. "Silas, we have a problem. Someone's been watching you."

That gets my full attention. "Who?"

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