Page 23 of Emily's Essence

Her stomach convulsed in pain at what he was hinting. “You don’t want me here?”

“Maybe, maybe not.”

She tried to pull away from him and gasped when he tightened his grip on her.

“What do you want, Hawk?”

“Have you let any of the guys touch you?” he asked.

She stiffened. “It’s none of your business.”

“I’m making it my business.”

“No. No man has touched me.”

“Have some tried?” Hawk asked.

Emily sniffed. “Why are you asking me this?”.

“Answer my question?”

“Y-yes.”

“Is there anyone you want here?” Hawk asked.

God, what did she say to that? Should she be honest? He was confusing her, and she didn’t want to make the wrong choice.

Emily swallowed. “Well, um, no, I don’t think so.”

“Is that right?”

His tone of voice told her he didn’t believe a word she had said, but she nodded anyway.

“I’ll have to ask Striker if you’re causing problems.”

“Why would you care, Hawk?”

“Because I’m the one that brought you here, I feel a certain amount of responsibility.”

“Then ask him. If he says I am, I’ll leave.”

She felt him stiffen.

“Oh, where would you go?”

She wanted to scream in frustration. “It doesn’t matter. I’m getting the feeling that you’re trying to find something to use against me just to get me to leave. Why does my being here bother you so much?”

“Who said it did?”

She’d had enough. “Let me go. I’m too tired to play your game.”

One of his hands slid down and pressed against her lower abdomen, and the other went the other way and cupped one of her breasts. Every thought splintered in her head, and her breath caught in her throat.

He pulled her tighter against his body, showing her without words that he wanted her because of his hard cock that he rubbed against her ass.

“Am I making you feel good?”

She heard his voice but couldn’t decipher what he was saying.

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