Page 64 of Decadence

Holy crap.

And he was dangerous. The elitest of elite fighters.

Just like her instincts had told her when she first laid eyes on him.

Why did he even give this to me?

There were unsavory sounding things in his history—Subjugation of Dissent, Fundamentals of Colonization, Military Intelligence Special Operations—what the hell were those?

There were some chilling things, too.

Reeducation?

And then he had defected?

Sienna suspected these simple words on paper hid a whole Universe of pain.

Great. So he was insanely powerful and proficient in violence and probably carrying a shipload of baggage. At this point, she should already be running far, far away.

But there was no way she could do that now.

Ikriss didn’t strike her as the naive or oblivious type. For an alien, he seemed very switched on about human stuff, and he would have known how she’d react to some of those details… surely.

He wanted her to know all this.

The good and the bad.

That he would so readily reveal himself to her like this…

Did he mean for her to be impressed or terrified?

Sienna shook her head and folded up the piece of paper, hiding it away in the corner of her sleeping pod.

She let out a slow, shuddering sigh as a shiver of anticipation coursed through her body.

It was too late now.

He already had his hooks deep inside her.

She couldn’t get the image of Ikriss’s face out of her mind.

She couldn’t forget those intense golden eyes, burning right through his fierce, startling expression.

Eyes that were only for her.

And his warm lips, pressing hungrily against hers…

That kiss…

She couldn’t stop the terrible need that surged through her, making her twist and squirm in the soft sheets. Before she realized what she was even doing, her hand slipped between the folds of her robes, and she pressed the tip of her finger against her tenderly aching clit.

It was like a spark to tinder.

Her need exploded.

Shit.

She’d never, ever felt this sensitive before.

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