Page 11 of No Way Back
I know it’s for my own good.
I know it keeps us together, keepsmetogether. So, I listen.
“Jason left his ax.” Demetri points his flashlight over to the ground where thenot propwas left.
“His loss, my gain.” I hum appreciatively before pressing my lips to his.
Our tongues tangle again, hot and filling me with indisputable need. I get closer to him, a low sound escaping his throat as I pull his bottom lip with my teeth. His smirk is dangerous, and it makes me worry that when hedoeslet me fuck him, I’m not going to get a say in much.
Good.
I feel his cock grow against my thigh, a winning sigh falling from my lips.
“Heathen,” he growls, angry I’ve brought him to half-mast and he’ll either have to suffer through it or punish me.
I’m hoping for the latter, but I’m well aware we have a goal in mind with a short timeframe to achieve it.
“Sir!” I exclaim in a breathy voice, attempting to hold back the laughter already starting. “I am a lady of virtue.”
Three years with my ex, Noah, and he convinced me I had no sense of humor.
You just don’t get my jokes,he’d constantly remind me.
Turns out, he just wasn’t funny. When someone who is supposed to love you is always laughing at your expense, the reality is, they probably just don’t like you very much. The sound of Harkins’ laughter is my favorite thing in this world, and with him, there isn’t a day that I don’t fall asleep with my face sore from smiling.
I’ve never been this happy in my life.
He saved me.
“What’s cell block B?” I ask him.
“I think non-violent offenders.”
“Boring. We’re not here to plan a heist.” I give a thumbs down, pulling him out of the cell by the front pocket of his jumpsuit.
Demetri grabs the ring of keys from his pocket, “So, don’t let the thieves join the party?” He dangles it in front of my face.
“Fuck it, let’s not discriminate.” I shrug, readying to prance off into the madness when I feel his grip on my wrist.
Harkins pulls me to his chest. “Careful out there, Darkling.” He slips the mask over my face again before doing the same to himself. He drops his forehead to mine, and it's just the hard shell of our masks clinking and his breathing hard against it.
He sounds like Darth Vader.
So fucking hot.
“Why be careful when I know you’ve got my back?” I tease, but he brings me in, squeezing my wrist tighter.
“Because I’m not even close to the most dangerous thing running loose out there.” He gestures to the noise coming from cell block B.
I stretch up on the tips of my toes so I can whisper in his ear, “Wanna bet I know how to turn you into the most dangerous thing out there?”
I hear an honest-to-god growl from the depths of his throat when my hands reach into his pocket but I only steal the keys. I run off, scooping up the ax from the ground, my laughter trailing behind me as I skip away.
Cell block B, straight ahead.
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