Forbidden (Blood Ties #7)

“Here.” Walker handed me his weapon. “Call me if you need me.”

I took the gun and waited long enough for him to leave before I dared step closer. There was no movement inside, nothing more than fucking darkness.

I tried to swallow past the ache in my throat as I unlocked her door and stepped inside. Light spilled deeper into the room and fell across the curled body in the middle of her cot as she faced the wall.

The lock clicked as I closed the door behind me. I waited for a reaction. There was none.

“Helene?”

She didn’t move. Was she asleep?

I stepped closer, hating the weight of the gun in my hand.

“I tried to warn you, Trouble.” I murmured.

She turned her head and those empty eyes found mine. I’d done this to her.I’d done this to her.My fingers bucked and danced, trembling as I brushed her cheek. “But you just wouldn’t listen, would you?”

She shifted on the bed, turning her body toward me.

But it wasn’t her…not anymore.

It was the programming and the seeds I’d planted deep inside her brain.

Seeds that would eventually grow into vines and choke whatever might’ve been between us.

I didn’t deserve it, anyway.

I brushed my thumb down her cheek, staring into those vacant eyes. Still, I couldn’t stop myself. Not that I ever could have…where she was concerned.

I leaned down, closed my eyes, and brushed my lips across hers. Warmth met mine. In my head, I still saw her cuffed to my bed in the house in the city, spitting words full of poison and rage.

Ahh…Trouble.Agony ripped through my chest, the kind that made a man like me weak. Because Iwasweak when it came to her. I’d known she was my undoing the moment she’d stepped in front of my car. My hand drifted down and cupped her breast. She let out a soft moan that spilled out of her throat and into my mouth.

I swallowed that sound, drinking it down like a man dying of thirst. The kiss deepened. My touch grew more desperate, sliding to thumb her nipple. I pulled away from her mouth to lower my head.

“Spread.” I commanded.

She obeyed instantly. There was no fight, no‘fuck you’,justsubmission.I couldn’t stop myself, couldn’t slow. I gripped the soft flesh of her thighs as I sank my face between them, licking her through the lace of her lingerie.

Just a taste.

To know she was real.

My balls tightened. My cock swelled.

I ran my thumb along the crease of her pussy, pushing against her clit.

That soft moan turned louder, and I was lost in the taste of her. To the feel of her touch as her fingers slid through my hair, and the sound of that throaty hunger. My fingers didn’t tremble now as I tugged the elastic aside and parted the lips of her cunt.

I needed her.

Like my life depended on it.

Like my entire existence was madefor this.

I looked up, staring into that vacant expression as she looked down at me.

Some part of me knew this was wrong, thatthiswasn’t her.