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Trish would like it too. He’d make sure of it.

“Cora and Trace will be here in a few hours,” the Wolf said. “They want some time with Pet and Toy before they go. Make sure we’re prepared to receive them, and then you can return to your little one.”

As Jordan left, the Wolf turned the sound back on to listen to Pet and Toy’s conversation. Thankful he didn’t have to stayfor the boring debate, Jordan hurried away to give the necessary orders for Cora and Trace’s arrival. The sooner he finished, the sooner he could return to his Trish.

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Trish didn’t know what to think. She glanced at the big man seated next to her, his hand wrapped firmly around hers, and was frightened. Jordan stilled her hand as the hover-car began to move, although he talked through his earpiece to someone in one of the other cars. There were six other vehicles, filled with the Wolf’s soldiers, heading out with her and Jordan.

She hadn’t been told anything. She had no idea what was going on; all Trish knew was she was leaving the compound for the first time since she’d been taken.

And she didn’t want to.

It was a startling and fairly frightening realization. Trish felt safe in the compound. Everyone watched out for her, even when Jordan wasn’t around. Everyone cared for her. She had actual friends, who waved to her in the hallway, chatted with her at mealtime, and never once looked at her with pity because she was an orphan, or contempt because she wasn’t rich.

They’d all come from different places, different backgrounds, and yet they’d come together, and none of that had mattered. It had been completely different from the way she’d grown up on the Moon, where background and family status had been all that had mattered. Even winning a scholarship to Earth had beenseen as a reason for derision because anyone who’d mattered wouldn’t have needed such a thing.

Trish had told herself she’d gotten used to the demands Jordan had put on her body—the pain and pleasure; the punishment and rewards—but the truth was she’d started to like it.

Leaving the compound made her start to worry that this time in her life was over, though Jordan hadn’t said so. Trish couldn’t imagine him taking her on something dangerous… but would he take this many people if he were going to get rid of her somehow?

Jordan felt Trish’s tension and squeezed her hand. He’d been gratified by her reluctance to leave the compound that morning. She hadn’t looked happy when he’d told her they’d be going.

As the car moved through the Wolf’s neighborhoods—his territory surrounding the compound—Jordan pressed a finger to his earpiece, putting him through to Paul, who had eyes on the target. “Is everything in place?”

“They just arrived at the museum, right on schedule.”

“Good, we’re on our way for pick-up. Any concerns we should be aware of?”

“They have a team of ten guards, four of which are undercover and pretending like they’re no such thing.”

Jordan snorted derisively.

Fucking overconfident Moonies.

They’d published their schedule, had a pathetic amount of guards, and—knowing them—hadn’t hired anyone competent. Paul would have been able to spot most undercovers anyway, but still. “I mean real concerns.”

Paul chuckled. “No.”

“Okay, good. We’ll be there soon.”

Jordan pressed the earpiece to disconnect, and his adrenaline started to flow with the excitement of a mission. This wouldn’t be a difficult mission, at least it shouldn’t be, but there was an element of danger. He’d never captured anyone like this. Normally they used stealth or bait to take the Wolf’s captives, who were usually unguarded, but the Wolf had decided he wanted this capture to be a statement.

Beside Jordan, Trish squirmed anxiously and looked scared. While he liked her a little anxious, Jordan didn’t want to see her scared. He laid his hand down on her thigh and gripped her with his fingers as he looked at her.

“Calm down, baby,” he said softly, giving her thigh a reassuring squeeze. “Nothing bad is going to happen to you.”

To his pleasure, Trish relaxed at his words, trusting them. She still looked anxious, though.

“Where are we going?” she whispered, her eyes sliding across to the other soldiers in the car. They sat in front of her and Jordan with their backs to them and weren’t paying any attention, so Jordan decided to distract her in the easiest way he knew.

His fingers began to caress her inner thigh, sliding up the soft skin of her leg as he answered her. “I have to make a pick-up for the Wolf.”

Her skirt began to raise as his fingers quested further up her thighs, seeking her pussy.

“Spread,” he ordered, giving her a warning look not to argue. If she did, he would pull away because that would mean she didn’t want him touching her with others in the car, even if they weren’t watching… but she bit her lip, and her thighs parted a little more. It was enough.

His fingers slid into her folds, and Jordan smiled as he found them wet. Her breath came in little, heaving pants, and her nipples pressed against the front of her dress. So, his babygirl didn’t like being watched by a large audience or even those she didn’t know well, but she was excited by the presence of others whoweren’twatching. Perhaps she liked the danger of being caught? Maybe the idea that one of the soldiers might turn around at any moment and see Jordan with his fingers in her pussy turned her on?