Page 151 of Born for Lace

A real smile slides across my lips.

What would be sweeter than being his Lace Girl? Being what he needs now, while he struggles his way back to reality, claws at the conditioned darkness and peels it back to reveal his own intent.

You can take the girl out of The Trade, but you can’t take The Trade out of the girl.

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“I know what your Ward did while you slept.” Gruff words pull me from the dark.

Sleep holds me, but I slowly blink, the bunker ceiling illuminated by dim lighting. Strange; I don’t remember seeing it in the dark before.

“Lagos…” I inhalethatscent. Metallic, sweet, man, and safety—it’s him.

He is here…

Realisation throws me into wakefulness. I sit and rub my eyes, gazing across the room to where Lagos is, eyes set on me.

Unwavering.

Intense.

He is in what I like to call his comfort clothing, bare-chested and in only grey pants that do very little to hide his usually hard or half-masted dick. Being in a state of arousal seems to be part of the Shadow DNA, harder, thicker, fiercer blood that is all too eager to pump and fill.

Confused, I frown at him. “What’s happening? Is everything okay?”

Without looking away from me, he reaches for the free-standing lamp beside him and switches it on…

He switches it on.

It switches on!

I beam. “How?”

“I fixed it.” His voice is that deep, gruff tone capable of rattling bones. “The people who lived here had their own windmill, a small one, hidden just behind the mountain. It’s not remarkable or big, little flower, but it’s enough for the farmhouse.”

My heart races.

“Enough forus,” I breathe.

“Yes.”

Finally.

I place my hand over my chest, feeling the heavy thumping inside. He is here. In the bunker. In the room. Inourroom.

“What did he do?” I ask.

He just stares at me. “Who?”

“My Ward?” I yawn. “Didn’t you say you know what he did while I slept?”

“Watched you.” Lagos stands, and I arch my neck to hold his gaze. “I have a great experience for you— watching someone you love sleep.”

My lower lip wobbles. “So, you love me, brute?”

“Oh, fuck yeah.” He sighs. “And I could watch you sleep all night, little flower.”

He turns toward the door, and panic rolls up my throat, and desperate words burst out. “Then do it!”

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