Page 31 of Infamous Heart

“I can either save the day,” he grabbed me by the loop of my jeans and pulled me close, “or I can fuck you in the shower.”

Okay, he made my decision a bit more complicated. I wanted to ask if both were an option, but he kissed me, burying his tongue in my mouth.

“You’re lucky my cock is doing the thinking right now,” I panted.

He leaned in close, his cheek pressed against mine.

“Me?” His voice quieted to a breathy whisper. “Maybe I’ll drop the soap and you’ll be the lucky one.”

My pants tightened.

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“Help, she’s going to kill me!”

The sphere of black gave away Wraith’s terrorizing of the building across the street. Her abilities had covered the entrance to the sky rise lobby. The darkness spread into the street, half consuming a collection of empty cars with opened doors. The drivers had fled, abandoning their vehicles to make sure they weren’t victims.

Sebastian had made it clear he didn’t want to get involved, and I had reluctantly agreed. I couldn’t push him into heroing if he wasn’t ready for it. But as a man’s high-pitched voice filled the street, I froze.

“I know that voice.”

“What?” Sebastian gave my arm a tug, trying to get me into the revolving door leading into his lobby. The thought of Sebastian naked and covered in soap should have been a priority, but—

“She’s going to kill me!” The voice came from somewhere in the darkness. Shriller than usual, I almost didn’t put a face to the scream.

“It’s Vincent.”

“Your old boss? Good riddance. Let Wraith do what she wants with him.”

I ignored the cold words. Vincent deserved a swift kick to the groin, but he didn’t deserve death. With Cobalt and Zipper out of the mix, who knew how long it’d be before one of the big names in the superhero world came to the rescue. If only I could get Sebastian to jump in there. He might not be capable of defeating her, or even getting her locked up, but a minor victory could be what he needed to turn him into a full-fledged superhero. He did it once in the alley, but that had been for…

I pulled my arm free and ran across the street. Vincent’s screams broke through the sphere of darkness. It was stupid, but if it took putting myself in danger to get a reaction from Sebastian, I’d have to do it. I might not rescue Vincent, but I could force Sebastian’s hand.

I dashed into the darkness. It was like I had closed my eyes in the middle of the night or been buried alive. Without an ounce of light penetrating her aura of evil, I feared I’d suffocate. But her abilities had no substance, just the absence of light. Thankfully, Vincent continued screaming like a b-rate horror movie, and I moved my way toward him.

Somewhere inside this cloud, Wraith waited. I tried not to think about her, but as I bumped into something, I yelped. Waist high, the object was harder than a human, and with a quick inspection I realized I almost peed myself over a fire hydrant. Maybe this wasn’t a smart idea.

What if Sebastian didn’t come to the rescue?

Vincent wailed again. It dawned on me that there were no other voices. Had Wraith released the other people wandering the street to focus on Vincent? He was an arrogant jerk and probably had a wad of cash in his pocket, but not enough to risk going to jail.

Something shoved me from behind with enough force that it sent me flying. I screamed before landed with a thud, rolling until I bumped into a quivering mass. Vincent yelped as I grabbed his pants, trying to pull myself upright.

“I know you.” Wraith’s voice didn’t come from any specific direction. It echoed in the darkness, an ominous smooth hiss that fitted her superpowers.

“Leave him alone,” I shouted.

“No.” She responded with a coy voice, playful, as if she considered this a game.

“Stop her!” Vincent screamed.

Come on, Sebastian.

“I won’t let you kill him.”

“Your efforts are amusing.” I wanted to punch into the darkness and pray that my knuckles connected with the villain.

Something snaked around my leg, pulling me away from Vincent.

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