Without warning, the hunkri’s stomach contracted. I was tipped upside down on my head. Its mouth opened and then I was falling, through its neck, jaws, until my body hit a sharp, rocky surface.
He wasn’t holding a gun this time, although I was sure that he was armed with one—perhaps attached to the back of his belt.I frowned at him. Where do you want to take me?
To our lab, he replied, eyeing me steadily.Lab. Recalling his assurance that the more I cooperated, the better off I’d be, I moved to the door and stepped outside.I wanted to ask what exactly they wanted me in the lab for, but I was fed up of asking questions only to be brushed off with non-answers. I guessed I’d find out soon enough what they wanted from me. Maybe even too soon for comfort.
Even now, Mark didn’t bother to bind my wrists. It showed how small a threat the hunters had come to see me as, though I supposed that this could only work in my favor.He gestured toward the exit of the courtyard and indicated that I follow as he began heading toward it. We entered an elevator and embarked on a journey out of this building, along countless corridors and half a dozen glass walkways, until we arrived outside tall, stark white double doors on the ground floor of a building about a mile away from the one that held the courtyard. Mark flattened his thumb against a screen fixed near the handles. The device beeped, and the doors drew open as gracefully as curtains.
I stepped into a vast laboratory. The length of the tables that lined the stark white walls and the amount of sleek, state-of-the-art equipment they had in here was breathtaking.
This is just the ground floor, Mark commented as he led me deeper into the room. Perhaps he’d noticed the awed expression on my face.Say it, she demanded. She wanted to know if he was beyond words. She wanted to know if she could reduce him to madness, enslave him to his needs, the way he’d done to her.
Yes, he gasped, the word coming out hoarse and ripped.Francesca was no innocent; she’d been married for two years to a man with healthy and active desires, a man who had taught her to celebrate the same in herself. She knew how to be brazen, understood how it could whip up her own urgency, but nothing could have prepared her for the electrical charge of this moment, for the decadent thrill of stripping for Michael.
Or the staggering rush of heat she felt when she raised her gaze to his, and watched him watching her.With deliberate slowness, she edged the hem up, starting just above her knees, and then sliding up her thighs until she’d nearly reached her hips.