His back curved, his lungs sucking in at the sudden assault, fingers dropping away from me.
Freeing me.
“Good night.” The spirits came for me instantly, so I didn’t hesitate. Turning around, my legs wobbled, my head pounding, but I shoved through, hurrying back down the stairs, slipping into the bunker and away from Warwick and the ghosts of the Bone Church.
I made it all the way back to my room. The giddiness of getting away from him tripped me through my door and into the tiny quiet room, and I locked the door behind me.
Opie and Bitzy were nowhere to be found, which worried me. I hoped they wouldn’t get into mischief here; I was already walking a thin line.
For one moment, I believed I was safe.
Stupid.
The lock snapped like it was plastic, and the thin metal door swung open, slamming into the wall with a boom, my heart leaping into my lungs as I spun around. Warwick’s corded physique barreled toward me; his rolled forward, fury bristling off him.
Shit! Standing my ground, I felt my own anger rise, my defenses stacking up my vertebrae.
“What the fuck, Kovacs?” He growled, not stopping, shoving me back into the wall.
“What?” I held my chin up, glaring back at him. “I said good night, didn’t I?”
His jaw ground as he slammed his palm next to my head. “You can shove your good night up your ass.”
“What the fuck is your problem?”
“You want to know what my problem is?” He growled, leaning into me. “You fuckin’ disappear on me. Ash and I thought you were kidnapped... being tortured. You cut me off, Kovacs. I couldn’t reach you,” he spat. “And when I do, you are being attacked by a hundred soldiers with guns in a train station with your new boyfriend.”
“He’s cute, huh?” I sneered back. He didn’t need to know Luk would rather sleep with him than me.
He snorted derisively, his other hand pinning me against the wall, locking me in.
“I couldn’t give a shit who you fuck, princess.” He leaned in until his mouth was barely an inch from mine. “How many times do I have to tell you? You do nothing for me.”
“Really?” I lifted an eyebrow, my hands staying at my sides as my phantom ones glided down his chest under his clothes, tracing down his insanely ripped abs until I reached his deep V-line. His muscles flexed and tightened under my touch, his dick pushing against the fabric of his pants.
“Yeah, seems like I disgust you.”
“Stop.” He growled, anger bursting off him.
“Make me,” I challenged, my imaginary thumb skimming over the head of his cock, able to feel the pre-cum, warm on my fingertips. I sucked in, feeling the heat throbbing from him, the softness of his skin. The pad of my finger traced up the pulsing vein along his cock, causing it to twitch and grow harder. Desire flooded through me, hitching my breath, the game flipping on me. I was supposed to be toying with him, but need hardened my nipples and strummed between my legs like a heartbeat.
He inhaled sharply. “Kovacs.” He rumbled under his breath, full of warning, but he didn’t make one move or block my touch. “I. Said. Stop.”
“And Isaidmake me.” Without moving, my invisible hands wrapped around him, a groan heaving from his chest. My mind kept reminding me he had a family, to do the right thing, but I couldn’t seem to care.
My spine pinned to the wall, I stared defiantly at him while I reached through our link.
He jerked as my phantom tongue traced up his dick, following the vein, feeling it pulse. A low growl rose in his chest as I tasted the top of him, saltiness exploding on my actual tongue.
“Fuucck.” His hands rolled into fists by my head, his voice gravelly.
“Why are you here? Why come all this way to find me?” I asked while the other me licked up the other side of his cock, playing with him. “Why bother? You feel nothing for me, right?”
He snarled, his shoulders rolling, his muscles trying to lock down and not respond to what I was doing.
Inside my head, I dug my nails into his ass, pulling him in, my lips sliding over him, taking him into my mouth.
“Fuuuuuuucck.” A huff pulled from his nose, his chest heaving for air, his teeth grinding together. “Ko-vacs.”
