Page 12 of Warrior

I know, in the back of my head, that she’s not mine.

Not mine to save or keep or protect. But I am inside in a heartbeat, and the older man—my father’s age, maybe, in a suit that strikes me as more expensive than my school tuition—sees me only at the last moment.

Pulled from sadistic pleasure, he looks up right as my fist collides with his jaw.

He stumbles back.

She gasps for air.

I haul her up while her chest heaves, and a guard bursts into the room a second later. His hand is on a taser on his belt, the threat clear. I move her behind me, backing into the wall. She grasps at me.

“What the fuck?” the man I hit roars. “Remove this—this boy?—”

My father, now behind the guard, clears his throat.

The man pales. “Remy?—”

“Nice to see you, Jack,” my father says mildly. “Let’s trade, yeah? There was a mix-up. Our bidding button was broken.” He moves aside, and the other girl’s arm is caught in his grasp. He urges her toward Jack, then looks to me.

I take my golden girl’s hand and lead her out, my father and the guard following close behind. When we return to the room, someone else awaits us at the doorway.

Someone who feels important.

“Go in,” my father orders. “Let me straighten this out.”

Okay.

Okay, I can handle that.

My golden girl moves first, slipping past me and taking a seat on one of the plush lounges. I follow in after her, leaving my father and theimportantperson out in the hall. As Dad said, he’ll straighten it out.

It might result in a donation or something. I’ll find out later when he’s raging on our way home. He told me to do something that made my heart race—that’s this. Driven byher.

She’s trembling, yes, but she has to know that…

“What’s your name?” I ask her. After all this time, I’m desperate to know. I take the seat beside her, but leave a gap between us.

She blinks, her lips parting. Her tongue peeks out, wetting her lips. She’s in gold lingerie, and gold dust highlights her cheeks. She rubs at it now, already ruined by the tear tracks.

I’ve never made her cry, have I?

“Artemis,” she whispers.

“Reese Avery.” I want to shake her hand, but that’s ridiculous after what we’ve done.

The door opens, and I turn to face my father. He narrows his eyes at the space between us, but I can’t tell if he’s more disappointed I’m sitting too close or not already inside her.

“You’re an embarrassment,” he says on a sigh. “Enjoy your last moments with her, son, because you’re done.”

I already knew we were done.

There’s nothing left to try—I don’t want to hurt her. I don’t want to explore some lost kink. Those genes skipped me.

After a moment, she shifts, then swings her leg over my legs. Her weight settles on my lap, and it puts our faces on an even level. She reaches down and touches my cock.

For fuck’s sake, it was out. She strokes it, and it hardens under her sure grip. She doesn’t release it until it’s standing straight between us, a bead of precum oozing out of the slit. She rises and positions herself above it, lining up.

I hold my breath when she lowers herself. Her pussy lips brush the sides of my cockhead first, and then her warmth envelops it. The pressure, the squeeze, is delicious. She keeps going, taking my length, and finally settles against me.

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