Kat rushed after her Cyborg, running down the hall to his retreating back in the distance, catching up to him with a strangled breath. She reached out to clutch him but jerked her hand away, letting her fingers twitch against her palm.
“Dommik, please, you never showed up in the hull and Bin-Three said this place wasn’t restricted.” She hastened to keep up with him.
“Because it isn’t. You’re fired, go back to Cagley.” His voice deepened. “Or Netto.”
“I’m not fired and you’re not leaving me stranded here, dammit, just tell me what’s wrong. I won’t leave your ship again,” she rushed out.
“Get Netto to take you back to Earth.”
“I don’t want Netto, Dommik, I want you.” He stopped and turned to face her. “Please don’t leave me here. Everyone I care about leaves me…”
He studied her, she could feel his eyes burning through her, and she wasn’t courageous enough to meet them.
“You, Katalina, don’t know what you want.”
Kat looked up. “I’m not a child or a liar.” The sound of Bin-Three’s metallic footsteps caught up within the tension between them. “I really want you.” To prove it she balanced on her toes and placed a soft kiss on his jaw.
Dommik’s hand clutched her hair and jerked her up within a hairsbreadth of his lips. She felt the thrill of his mouth moving a whisper above hers. “Think really hard, Katalina, because I don’t believe you,” he said softly, a warning on the edge of his words.
“Dommik, please.”
“We’re going into Trentian air-space.”
“Okay.”Please kiss me.
Kat was lost in him before she realized it, she swallowed and relaxed, letting him hold her up, torturing her with an almost kiss. Her neck strained as he held her in place, as her toes barely kept her standing.
Her eyes drifted from his to take in his face, the white pearly look to his skin, the thick black eyelashes that blotched his equally black irises. She caressed him with her gaze, tracing his jawline, to his hair that fell in waves to frame it. The crux between her legs ached. Her hands stayed at her side.
He stood there, doing nothing, staring at her as if he had turned himself off as if he was nothing more than a statue. A machine with nothing to power it.
“Dommik?”
He released her and she fell back onto her heels. The cold air of the ship breezed over her heated skin, cooling her desire down.
“You’ll do exactly as I say from here on out. If you don’t, I’ll drop you off at the nearest port and leave you. You have one last chance to stay here on Ghost.” His fingers swept a strand of hair from her face. “Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“I won’t have you burden me. If you step on my ship…”
He turned and brushed her off, like a speck of dirt, and left her where she stood. Kat flushed speechless, choking down her embarrassment and didn’t watch him leave. His retreating steps roared in her ears. She leaned against the wall.
There was a warning and she heard it loud and clear. Could she do it? She bared her feelings to him, she had told him she wanted him. There was nothing left to armor herself with and whether he chose to take her or not, Dommik would always have that power over her.
Kat pushed away from the wall and wetted her lips.
When she was ready, Bin-Three led her back to the ship.
The Cyborg with the silver hair and piercings nodded as she walked past.
She knew she was being watched, tracked, and monitored. It was like the devil himself was feasting on her mortification. When she walked into the hull, the hatch closed behind her, and the ship rumbled to life.
“Katalina Jones, we are taking off, please watch your balance.” The clang of detaching metal muffled through the barrier. It settled a moment later.
Tight, large hands grabbed her from behind, she shrieked not because she was startled, but because there were four of them.
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