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Without looking, he felt her gaze on him, felt it pressing and seeking. Or was that exploring? He held tight to the steering wheel, letting her have whatever she wanted. He was an open book, at least with her. While he couldn’t discern a thing where she was concerned, her job title alone gave her unfettered passage into him, whatever she wanted or needed.

She removed her eyes from him and turned them to the window, but her power remained. All over him. As if she’d set it on autopilot after deciding he needed a good frisking down in that second.

His grip on the steering wheel tightened more as he fought to give full access. Fuck, she’d set a hundred probes in his mind, requiring him to focus on opening each. She didn’t need much. He felt her shimmying through the tiniest cracks. Her path drew itself, showing him a map of her journey through corridors, like a curious child peeking inside rooms. He also saw that he was full of various energy layers. Fascinating.

The sensation of her energy was warm and then it slowed to an almost curious, careful pace. He thought he felt hunger in this curiosity but couldn’t be sure. All the unknowns began to saturate him, building its own need.

She circled his mind that way for a full tormenting minute then moved down into his body. His pulse sped up as if his body knew things before he did. His hunger became less curious and more eager as he followed her leisure stroll through him.

The moment her journey went below his chest, his entire groin woke with a jolt. Fuck. Alarm hit his blood stream like a scatter shot as the eternal hell-fire lust of Kaos woke. A single, slitted eye watching as the sweet angelic mother dipped her desperate little toes in his perfect, dark domain. “Stop!” he yelled at her, hitting the brakes as he did.

Her powers jerked out of him, and she grabbed hold of the dashboard, piercing gaze slicing him open. “You sense danger?”

He kept his stare locked on the windshield as every ounce of his strength was sucked up just to keep said cock-powers contained. “It’s in me,” he dared on a whisper.

“What is?”

Fuck. It was hot. So fucking hot. “The danger,” he gasped, unable to say more without losing his grip on the million mega-watts of lust pulsing in his balls. Wanting inside her.

“What kind?”

He steadied his breathing as her sharp command filled the micro-thin layer of control with a million tinkly cracks. “Don’t…. speak,” he barely warned around unsteady breaths. “Do not… speak.”

The silence soon felt like its own war as Reuban fought to extrapolate words from his brain that would explain in a g-rated way what boiled in his groin while not losing his grip on it.

She released an impatient breath, driving a power stake through him that slammed him into his seat.

Unable to move a muscle, he sat there as she dug through him with that bossy authority. His jaws were tethered open by both powers now, hers and the dark one coiling tighter inside him. She didn’t see it watching her. Waiting. His eyes remained locked on the windshield as it now circled her slowly. Inch by inch, spreading itself around her as she ventured further into its cavernous grave. He got a glimpse of the plans it had for her and another round of panic, wrapped in boiling lust hammered him.

Get out of my body, he yelled, praying she could hear him.It’s a trap! It’s a fucking trap!

Darkness slammed Reuban in a reverse explosion and the next second was filled with the sound of his own breaths as if he panted heavily in his ear drums.

“Kollaborator.”

He jerked his head toward the gasp.

It was the Bellatore. Fear colored her voice unrecognizable.

“I can hear you near me,” he said in the vast silence. The idea of her fearing anything was fresh panic to his muscles. “Call me again.”

The sharp jerk of her breaths fluttered not far away as though she struggled to get free of something.

He angled his head, following the frantic sounds. “Can you reach for me?”

“No,” she panted, her fear spiking. “I can’t see. Something covers my eyes and bindings are at my wrists and ankles.”

“I’m trying to find you. Keep talking.”

“Where are my clothes? Why am I tied this way?”

He froze at her words the same moment his leg met a hard obstacle. He felt along it, his fingers tracing a smooth ornate structure. He reached further, encountering softness. “I’m here, Bellatore. Are you… on a bed?”

“I think I am.”

He reached to his left and froze at her gasp. “Found you. I’m going to free you.” He moved his fingers along her calf and found what held her ankles. He fingered the silky material, not understanding how it was attached.

“What…are you doing?”