She nodded. After his daughter died and he realized what was going to happen to the kids who survived, he left D.C. and tried to expose all of the testing that was happening at the camps. The New York Times, the Post, you name it—none of them would run the story, because, by then, things were bad enough that Gray had them under his thumb for ‘national security’ reasons, and the smaller papers folded along with the economy.
I stood, moving behind his chair. I didn’t think how he’d react to me touching without permission. I didn’t let my mind linger on retribution, only the need to help. Do you really want to do this? If I cared, opened my heart to another side of Q, there would be no escaping new feelings for him. If I touched him, it was because I wanted to, not because I had to obey. The dynamics of our twisted relationship would shift toward gentler things.Without his knowledge, Q would give me the very thing I needed to allow him to hurt and abuse me with sex. If he gave me soft, I could give him hard. His leaning on me gave the light I needed to temper the darkness I embraced.
Every thought clambered for space, and I paused trying to figure it out.Q sucked in a harsh breath, slouching further in the chair. I made my decision. If I cared, he might open. He might see me more than a slave and more as… Tess.Oh, my God. I wanted to tell Q my name. I wanted to hear him whisper it with love. To hear him order in his sexy, controlling voice. To yell my name when he f**ked me roughly. I no longer wanted to be unidentified.
My hands dropped to Q’s head, fingers slinking through his pelt-like hair. I moaned with how soft it was. I swayed, wanting to smell, to drug myself with his citrus and sandalwood scent.He froze, hands covering mine. What are you doing, esclave?
I added pressure, massaging his scalp with firm strokes. He shuddered under my touch. Helping rid your headache. Sliding fingers lower, cupping the base of his skull, I leaned forward and brushed his ear with my lips. If you’ll let me?
Q sucked in a breath, chest straining against his suit. My knees locked as lust kindled hot and twisty in my belly.The sleeves of her dress were short with puffy shoulders, and a matronly white lace trim embellished the waist. The hem fell just below her knee, and while it fit, it had a bag-like quality.
This is Nevaeh, Korech introduced her, and she beamed at us. She clapped her hands together in front of her chest, reminding me of a young child on Christmas morning. She is as close to a saint as a woman can be.His use of the word woman versus person made me bristle, but I forced a smile at her.
Oh I am so glad to see other people who are still alive! Nevaeh squealed, and then to contain herself, she took a deep breath before continuing. We have been praying for the Lord to let us help those who can be helped, and He brought you to us.Thank you, Blue laughed to mask his unease.