Her defiance only fueled the longing in me.
“Have you forgotten you almost died a week ago? If I hadn’t been protective, you would be joining your friend in the ground.” It was a low blow, and I knew it, but I needed her to see where I was coming from.
She continued to glare at me. “I don’t need a savior. I can take care of myself.”
I moved my face closer to her, to the point we were sharing breath.
“It’s a good thing I don’t plan on being your savior,” I growled.
“Then what is it you want from me?” she bit back.
The tension between us built as our breath quickened. I trailed my gaze up and down her body.
“I want to be your undoing. I want to bring you the most pleasurable chaos you’ve ever experienced.” The confession poured out, sending heat through me.
Longing filled her eyes before she glanced at my lips. Her piercing blue eyes met mine, and it was game on. Our lipscrashed together, our tongues clashing. She tasted like all my fantasies coming together.
She clawed at my shoulders as she pressed closer to me. I gripped her waist, hoisting her up. Her legs wrapped around me as our hands roamed each other’s bodies. A breathy moan escaped her lips as I nipped at her neck. The kiss was bruising and demanding as it deepened, making us gasp and moan with desire. The heat from her core seared into me. There was no way I was letting her go.
As if the universe wanted to test me, a sprinkle of rain began falling. That didn’t stop us, though. Badger shamelessly rubbed herself along my rock-hard cock, which was straining against my zipper. She let out a moan as I cupped her breast, moving her hips faster, getting what she needed from the friction of our two bodies.
“That’s it, Bunny, rub your sweet pussy on my cock.”
“Shut up and kiss me, Hammer.” Badger’s growl turned into a moan as I covered her lips with him.
The feeling of her tongue against mine made me want to rip her clothes off right there in the alley. I didn’t care who saw, I needed her like I needed air to breathe. I felt her body start to tighten as her climax neared.
“Fuck,” she cursed.
My grip tightened as I rubbed myself on her, my own release building.
“Cum, baby. Show me how pretty you look when you come undone.”
Badger cried out as her climax washed through her. I kissed her neck as she writhed on me.
“Fuck, Machine!” she moaned, and my name on her lips sounded like the gates of heaven opening up.
I lowered her until she was standing, closing the space between us until our chests were touching, not wanting to breakthe spell. I pressed my lips to hers once more, letting my desire bleed into the kiss. She pushed on my shoulders, shoving me away. I frowned down at her, and something like remorse filtered into her gaze. The look she gave me felt like being drenched in ice water.
She closed her eyes and took a breath. I took a step back, giving her the space that she clearly needed. Her cheeks were flushed, and her chest rose and fell quickly. I clenched my fists at my sides, wanting nothing more than to hold her again. She had felt perfect in my arms, and now I felt empty, dark thoughts seeping back into my mind.
She pressed a finger to her lips as if realizing what she had just done.
“I… I need to go,” she stammered. “I’m just heading, um, home. I’ll text the team when I get there.”
Before I could respond, Badger turned and started walking away. I stood there with a semi hard-on, wondering what the fuck just happened and desperately needing some release.
EIGHTEEN
BADGER
I walked home as fast as I could, trying to get the memory of Machine’s lips on mine out of my head.How did I let this happen? Why did I let this happen? Why did I let my guard down?Questions overwhelmed my brain, and for a second I missed the letter taped to my door.
As soon as I saw it, the white envelope with my name scrawled across it cleared the thoughts of Machine from my mind. My heart began to pound. I ripped the envelope off the door and opened it.
I TOLD YOU TO STOP LOOKING. HOW MANY OF YOUR FRIENDS HAVE TO DIE TO MAKE YOU REALIZE SHE IS MINE? WATCH YOUR BACK, YOU ARE NEXT!
The envelope contained two pictures this time. One was of Lily, this time bound to a chair and with a black eye. The other picture made me gasp. It was Arrow’s bloodied and battered body in what looked to be a warehouse. His normally lively skin had gone grey. I knew it had been taken when Ricci killed him.The letter and the pictures slipped through my fingers as white noise clouded my senses.
