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“Pretty sure I’m more important than some idiot who just got four of his crew killed,” Tez bit back, taking a gamble. She suspected him of being the ringleader of their little scanning operation—at least of the five-man squadron they’d been harassed by for months.

She must have been right because Stag’s expression darkened in a way that almost made her feel bad for a moment.Almost. The anger returned when he yanked her forward, slamming her hard into his bare chest. His other hand wrapped around to the small of her back and drifted lower. If he was expecting a frightened reaction, he had another thing coming. Tez could hold her own, and this jerk she was cooped up with wouldn’t break her.

He was trying to frighten her, but she’d show him. With a sharp intake of breath, Tez reached around his muscled torso to plant a firm hand on his ass. And then, steeling herself, she squeezed.

CHAPTER4

STAG

Did she just grab my ass?

The air was sucked out between them for a moment as they stared at each other. It was all a blur after that. A tangle of limbs and mouths on flesh. His hand slid under her sweat-soaked singlet, traversing the dips of her abdomen, skating along her ribs up to the fullness of her breast.

He wasn’t gentle when he dipped his head and sank his teeth into the side of her neck, and yet even as she winced, she was already tilting her head, exposing her throat for him. Her nails were short, but sharp enough to burn as she dragged her hands across his chest, getting her own kind of payback. Her breath washed over him, leaving a trail of goosebumps, as she latched her lips to his bicep. He groaned into her neck as her thigh brushed against his hardening cock, the sweat on her skin melting on his tongue.

He was already pushing her back into the pilot’s seat and hooking her legs over his arms. She looked up at him, taking quick breaths through full pink lips. Her hair was in her face, and all he saw of her eyes were blue flashes of the iris dwarfed by wide, dilated pupils. Her singlet was bunched up over her tits, exposing pert, tight nipples pointing at the ceiling. His gaze raked down her muscled stomach to the white panties she still wore. Her legs, still squeezing his arms, tensed under his gaze, making him glance up at her face. Did she want this, or was she just trying to show him she wasn’t scared of him?

Not that it mattered.

Stag bent forward to take a full, tight breast into his mouth, sucking at the nipple while he unzipped his trousers and shoved them under his hips. He let go of her legs just long enough to pull her panties aside. The way she stared down between their bodies, watching his achingly hard cock standing erect over her stomach, made his skin tighten. He had his hands on the arms of the seat, holding her folded in half beneath him, her wet cunt in prime position for entry.

Stag half-expected this to be her limit—she’d ask him to stop, and he’d win this game of chicken they were playing. Because there was no reason for them to want this. They’d spent months shooting at each other up there. Over those months, his loathing had grown, and surely hers did too. If anything, this would be a hatefuck.

But if forced, he’d have to admit his imagination had been playing these tricks for weeks now. He’d been wondering who was in that cockpit. He knew it was a woman by the husky, calm voice he’d heard over the comms when they were out there. His mind had run away with visions of what she might look like and who she might be. Probably some fucked up corpo bot her company recruited for its machine, but that hadn’t stopped him from fantasizing about the alternative as he jerked off in his bunk at night and then hated himself for it.

And now she was in front of him, and he could punish her for putting him through all that shit. Except looking in her eyes, pupils blown out as she stared at his cock, he wasn’t so sure she’d consider it a punishment. That was when he realized that maybeshe’dbeen fantasizing too. Was she hoping he was a monster under his helmet, just like he’d wished about her? Did the scars on his face meet her expectations?

Stag hissed out a breath when her hips lifted a little, brushing against his cock, and he felt just how wet she was. She marked the head of his dick with her slickness, creating a thin line that stretched between them as her hips shifted. The sight drew a droplet of precum from the swollen head. She wasn’t going to stop this, he realized. She wouldn’t even try. The realization that they were both just as hungry for each other only made the hunger worse. Watching her watching him, he gave them what they’ve both been waiting for and plunged his cock into her cunt.

It was impossibly tight, ripping a groan from his chest as he squeezed past the initial resistance. The scream caught in her throat was silent, but he saw by her expression after his hips jerked in a couple of full, desperate thrusts that it hurt. He hitched to a standstill halfway inside her, gathering up whatever self-control he had to stop moving. Stag hadn’t gotten laid in the last few months and in the heat of the moment forgot that his dick wasn’t exactly standard issue. But when he glanced down between them at the meeting point where his shaft entered her pink folds, Stag saw something else mixed with the glistening white juices she left on his cock.

“Are you a virgin?” He swept his eyes back up to her after seeing the traces of blood.

The woman beneath him was drawing deep, shaky breaths, pain slowly smoothing from her expression. It was replaced by red creeping up her neck to the apples of her cheeks.

“What? No!” she snapped, voice haughty with the denial.

She was lying.

“Shit.” Stag detangled her leg from his arm as he scraped a hand through his hair.

When he saw the sheen in her eyes, he realized he needed to get this shit under control immediately. He was not about to deal with a goddamn sobbing virgin hostage. Well, ex-virgin as of now, technically.

“Hey.” He put a hand on her burning cheek, leaning forward. He slid it to her chin, taking it in a firm grasp. Tilting her face up, he forced her to look at him. The way she did so from under her lashes made his cock twitch, which in turn made her wince and wriggle beneath him. Should he pull out? He should probably pull out… but fuck, it was so nice in there.

Why didn’t she fucking stop him? Was shethatstubborn, refusing to give in first at the expense ofthis? And now he hated her even more, because that shy, embarrassed look on her face elicited something unacceptable in him that made it very clear she had won.

“It’s okay,” he muttered. Was it, though?

For a moment she looked relieved, but then a flash of irritation crossed her features. “Quit trying to handle me, will you? Just… just do it already.”

Stag failed to hold back a chuckle, stifling it at the murderous look in her eye. “Do what?”

“You know.”

Oh. This might be fun.

He could have a chance to win this after all. He took her in, finally registering that she was still trembling and still fucking soaked around his cock.

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