He slammed a fist down on the top of his desk, where not long ago he had been playing out his fantasy of having Clara bent over it, and shattered the wooden top.
Santino needed to die. He needed to feel the man’s windpipe crush beneath his thumbs, and to hear his last gasping, begging breath before he died. And at that moment, he would loosen his grip, when Santino’s mouth fell open on his final, thankful breath, Reid would rip his throat out with his teeth and take that flicker of hope and drown it in torn flesh and blood.
Without a backward glance at his crumbling desk, he stormed out of the office, past the medical lab where Marsha and her girlfriend were staying as they recovered—mentally and physically—through the security doors and straight for Clara’s room.
He was going to take something from Santino today. He was going to take something from Santino every day until his existence was nothing but a bad memory in a nearly forgotten dream.
Reid didn’t wait for the door to open, slamming the panel into the wall and forcing his way in. His eyes landed on Clara as she jumped back from the open duffle-bag on her bed and the few items she had left to pack.
“Reid!” Her back hit the wall opposite him. He closed the space. “What’re you doing?”
The damning scent of her drowned him. He boxed her in, searching her wide eyes, noticing the flare of her nostrils, the dishevelment of her blonde hair. His eyes flashed with dark light as they moved over her soft, pale features.
“You forgot something, Ms. Warren.” He breathed her in and groaned.She smells exciting.The smell excited him. Her hands hit his chest. His metal shifted beneath, and his dick rose in response. Clara pushed at him but he was an immovable wall. His lips quirked up.I’m going to take everything, Santino.
And then I’m going to sink my teeth through your jugular.
“I didn’t forget anything.” Clara’s piercing violet eyes battled his.
Reid leaned in and stared straight into them. “Remember this,” he demanded until he got the searching response he was looking for out of her. The moment was forever embedded in his drives. “We’re going to make a baby.”
He gripped the back of her head and slammed his mouth down on hers, taking the breath she didn’t have time to release. It was a small start—but he had time.
Chapter Ten
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Clara clawed at him, nails digging in and fighting to tear the black-as-death professional suit off his chest. The need to draw his blood and feel it under her fingertips was the only thing she wanted. Adrenaline surged through her to battle him off and get away.
Reid pushed her up the cold, facility wall, and kicked her legs apart, placing his thigh and knee between them, and pressing right into her clit. His tongue did the same thing to her lips, breaking her barriers open and taking over. She struggled against him, to get away from him, but every little space she had to move was quickly cut off by a wall.
“No!” she squeaked and bit down on his tongue, but his hand had captured her head and his body pinned her. Her word was ignored. She kept saying it again and again, even after he rubbed his entire body over hers in rhythm with his tongue and the thigh between her legs. Her fingernails dug into his coat.
Hot and cold. She hated it. Hated him. But wanted him so fucking much it hurt.
The first thing she realized when she stopped fighting and started swaying with his dry-rubbing dance, was what was happening. That her horribly intimidating doctor, her controlling supervisor, was trying to consume her. Because that was what this was.He’s lost his mind.It made it easier for her to do the same.
