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The sight of her had heated his blood as if he’d been caught on fire
That still didn’t mean he desired her, his enemy The fact that his na havoc with his mind, he was sure
"Well," Mne for an answer"
"Shut up, prisoner," Mneod queen, and an elitist Always had been She loved power and strength above all else, and viewedthat tone with Nike, but didn’t They aiting for an answer to what? he wondered, thinking back over the conversation Oh, yeah Why was heto look down at her Not that he would have had to look far At six feet, she was nearly as tall as he was "I don’t need a reason I’m responsible for this prison and everyone in it Therefore, if I want to move you, I can"
The last was meant for the Titans They would do well not to question hied Nike away
"But Atlas," Mnenored her Where should he take Nike? There were not many private places in this doomed structure All of the cells were filled to capacity That left--his office, he decided
"You’re lucky I don’t have that bastard slain," he said when they snaked a corner and he was sure the others couldn’t hear him
Nike didn’t have to ask who "that bastard" was "What for? He did nothing wrong"
Nothing wrong? He touched what’s mine "He didn’t have permission to consort with you" There An answer to pacify Truthful, yetAtlas snaked another corner, and there at the end of the hallas his door
"Consort with et it You can screw anyone you want, but I can’t"
Good They were on the saht" He pushed his way inside, kicked the door shut and finally released her His hands itched to return to her, but he kept them at his sides Rather than settle behind his desk, he faced her, placing them nose to nose "You are to suffer in solitude" Gods, she sood Like passion Pure, white-hot passion
"As if I have e those words evoked nearly sent him to his knees He should back away fro foolish
Her eyes narrowed "You haven’t changed, you know You’re as o"
"However," he continued, as if she hadn’t just insulted him Foolishness be damned She was here, and they were alone "If you need to be kissed, I’ll take care of it"
And, godsdamn it, that was the absolute truth
CHAPTER FOUR
THERE WAS NO TIME to protest In less time than it took to blink, Nike found herself sainst her, solid chest to soft breasts, his hands pinning her teue thrust deep, without warning, forcing its way past her teeth
She could have bitten him Wanted to bite him, actually, and not in affection She wanted to draw blood, pain Instead, her body instantly became his slave, as if centuries of hatred hadn’t passed, and she welcomed him inside She wound her arms around him and arched into his erection Erection? Oh, yes He was hard Hard and long and thick Just as she re, like dark spices His muscles were tensed under her palled in his hair The short spikes abraded deliciously, causing her to shiver
Touch , since she’d experienced this Oh, she’d been with otherherself so foolishly to Atlas, because she’d been searching for so to soothe her, heal her even But each experience had left her hollow and unsatisfied She’d actually felt worse And then she had been captured--by Atlas himself--and unceremoniously stuffed into this prison
With the lack of privacy, there’d been no opportunities to find companionship Not that she would have wanted to or had even tried No one drew her anymore No one but Atlas, damn him
Yes, damn him Him The man who had held her down only yesterday and etched his na this? He would think she still cared for him He would think she still pined for hiht be true, curse it, but she would never allow hi, she tore her mouth away How dare you stop, her body cried "I don’t want you," she lied "Let rowl erupted from his throat "I don’t want you, either" Once, twice, he rubbed his shaft against her "But I’o"
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