Sergei backed her against the wall.Her eyes widened, breath hitching as he caged her.
“They’ll kill you,” he growled, face close.“You get that?”
She grabbed his collar, yanking him down, lips crushing his.Heat exploded, stunning him for two heartbeats.Her tongue pushed past his teeth, demanding.Sergei groaned, hands sliding to her waist, lower, gripping her hips, pulling her against him.Teeth clashed, her nails scraping his neck.
“Fuck,” he breathed against her mouth.“You drive me insane.”
Her pelvis pressed his hardness, ripping a groan from him.He pinned her, hand in her hair, other under her shirt, brushing her nipple through her bra.Her back arched, thighs parting, his erection against her core.
“Need this,” she gasped, kissing harder.“Need you.”
He sucked her neck, marking her, hand cupping her ass, lifting her.Her legs wrapped his waist, heat pressing his cock through jeans.“I want to fuck you right here,” he growled, fingers at her jeans button.
“Yes,” she breathed, shaky with need.
She trembled.Sergei pulled back, seeing the warning.
“Your seizure,” he said, easing her legs down, supporting her.“It’s coming.”
“No.”She fought her shaking.“I’m fine.Keep going.”
“We need your meds.”He steadied her, calm.
“Tiana first.”She fixed her shirt.“If it hits, it hits.We find her.”
The image of Tiana’s terrified face ate at him.
“Coconut Grove mansion,” he said, showing the text.“Dmitri’s place.”
“How do you know it?”
“It’s where he held parties.”Memories flooded.“High walls, security system, eight guards minimum.”
Keisha zipped her jacket, fingers fumbling.“How do we get in?”
“Service entrance, back.”His mind mapped routes.“I can disable the system, need a distraction for guards.”
“Mateo?Nadia?”
“Nadia may know the rotation.”He hesitated.She was a risk.“We’ll need weapons.Mateo can get us those.”
“I can shoot.”Her tone defied his surprise.“Foster kid in Miami.You pick things up.”
The alley’s stench grew.“Four hours to midnight,” he said, checking his watch.“Meds, weapons, plan.”
“If I seize before?”
“I wait till you’re stable, we go.”He wouldn’t leave her.Not after the last incident with Tiana.
She squeezed his hand, not affection, an agreement.“I’m not sitting in the car when we get there.”
“Wasn’t gonna ask you to.”
They made their way to the vehicle.
“Guards,” she said, voice sharp despite shaking.“Numbers, positions, rotations.”
“Five outside, three in.Armed.Ex-military.”He opened her door, scanning the lot.“Vera’s the real problem.She’ll expect us.”
