Free Danger That Is Damion by Lisa Renee Jones Page B

enter?”
    “From the mess you’re making on the floor, I thought you needed maid service.” She straddled him, a gun in her hand, and even the conservative maid’s dress she wore and a hole in his gut did nothing to stop his gaze from following the path up her skirt. If he was going to die, he was going to die happy.
    He managed to lift his gun without using both hands. “I see we like the same toys.” Spots splattered in front of his eyes. Shit. He was going to pass out.
    She nudged his hip with her foot. “Don’t you dare bleed to death until I’m done with you, Renegade.”
    “Hello, Chale,” came a familiar male voice.
    A man stepped forward then, removing a baseball cap he wore low over his face, to allow Chale to identify him.
    “Thought Adam had killed you, greedy bastard,” Chale said to Lucian, an Area-51 GTECH turned Zodius, who’d tried to overthrow Adam.
    “You assumed what we wanted you to assume,” Lucian said. “What we let you believe. Your plan to evacuate the Russian has failed. He’s dead. I let your people keep the wife and kids. We have no time for babysitting.”
    Anger coiled inside Chale, and he tried again to lift his gun. The woman kicked it aside.
    Chale raked his gaze over her in an intentionally hungry fashion. “Sweetheart,” he drawled. “I can assure you, even bleeding to death, that I’m a better ride than this lowlife. Let me kill him, and we’ll talk.”
    Lucian’s boot connected with Chale’s face in a blast that rattled his teeth. His ears rang from the jolt, and blood spilled from his mouth, but he laughed and looked at the woman.
    “Jealous type, I guess,” he said, a second before the next kick sent his head jerking to the left, and everything went black.
    ***
     
    Self-preservation was all that kept Sabrina from shooting Lucian herself right then. “Are you trying to kill him before he tells us what we need to know?” she demanded. “You shouldn’t even be here. Chale recognized you. Someone else might recognize you.”
    Lucian slid the cap back on his head, like it was really some sort of disguise. “Chale recognized me because I gave him the chance,” Lucian said. “He won’t live long enough to tell anyone. I told you to trust me. I covered your sweet little ass just like I said I would. I killed the Russian, and I’ll kill Lara.”
    Never, in this lifetime or any other, would she trust Lucian. She never should have gone to him. He was setting her up. She could feel it in every inch of her body. “For all we know, she’s already told the Renegades about Serenity.”
    “She believes they killed her family,” he said. “I’m betting that hasn’t changed.”
    “Excuse me if I’m not willing to gamble with my future,” she argued.
    “They won’t trust her,” he said. “Whatever she says is nothing without proof, and she won’t live long enough to find any.” He bent down next to Chale, snatched the Renegade’s cell phone from his belt, and held it up. “We have everything we need to get to Lara right here.” His free hand slid around her thigh. “ Trust me. ” His fingers brushed her crotch. “Do exactly what I tell you, and your place in Serenity will be secure.”
    Said the wolf to Little Red Riding Hood , and for the first time in a very long while, she felt like the girl with the red cape—helpless and at the wolf’s mercy.

Chapter 8
     
    Wild didn’t begin to describe what kissing Lara unleashed inside Damion. He had never felt anything like he felt in this moment, never felt so out of control, so out of his own body. Somewhere, in the back of his mind, there was a warning, a voice telling him this wasn’t normal.
    One minute they were arguing, the next they were all over each other, touching, licking, tasting. Her naked little backside rubbing against his cock, driving him insane with need. He couldn’t get enough of her. Couldn’t make himself stop kissing her, stop touching her, couldn’t resist molding her