Page 53 of Warrior

But… it’s right.

The rush has left me wanting more. More touches, more Reese, more sex. More heroin, as fucked up as that is.

Heroin will lead me back to Gabriel… something that cannot happen again.

Reese runs his hands down my arms, and he pauses at my elbow.

I yank back, but he holds tight.

“Those damn nurses,” he murmurs after a moment. “I thought you had an IV? Is it normal to bruise this much?”

My mouth opens and closes.

His gaze comes up and crashes into mine. “Tem?”

“I don’t know,” I finally say. “I’ve never had an IV before.”

He examines the area again, the lines between his brows deepening.

He doesn’t believe me.

I twist my arm out of his grasp and loop it around his neck. “I think you’ve been holding out on me.”

“How so?”

“That was better than…”

“Than in a sex club under duress?” He rolls his eyes. “I sure hope so.”

He helps me down, then picks up my clothes.

The fallen panties and bra. Shirt.

Jeans.

I reach for it too fast, practically ripping the fabric away from him. I cradle the denim to my chest and shrug.

“Feeling self-conscious,” I lie.

Even though I really don’t.

I don’t care that I’m naked. He’s looking at me strangely, though. At any moment, he’s going to figure it out. The panic that creeps through me is distant. I’m aware of it, but it doesn’t change my expression or my heart rate.

It just flutters in my stomach.

My gaze drops down to Reese’s dick, and I tilt my head. There was something he always liked…

Overcome,again, I go back to my knees. For the second time.

“Artemis,” Reese protests.

Don’t care.

In an instant, I’ve reverted back to the fifteen-year-old who had to do anything to survive. I lift his dick and open my mouth. I take my time licking his balls, until his cock no longer hangs limp but stands up straight out.

“Stand up, golden girl.”

A shiver races down my spine.

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