Ghostwalker 06 - Predatory Game

until he came again and again with them. He lay back and began, using an almost transparent blue pair wrapped around the length of him, while the music played and his body hummed. He pictured her tied down and helpless, waiting for his attention after the others had beaten Calhoun into a bloody mess. Maybe he’d take her right there by the body. He’d take his time, making her pay for that kiss in the park. Tonight was going to be perfect. His body arched, his hips jerked, and he watched with satisfaction as he sprayed his cum all over her sheets and underwear.

CHAPTER 9
    “You haven’t said a single word all the way home,” Jess said. “I thought we were going to talk.”
    “Not in the car.” Saber knew she sounded clipped, but she couldn’t help it. She wanted to believe in him, but betrayal in her business was a way of life. It would be like Whitney to engineer a way to make her fall in love so she could see how futile it would be for someone like her to try to have a life.
    Jess glanced at her as he pulled the van into the garage. She held herself stiff—away from him—as though if he touched her she might break. So he didn’t, although it was hard to fight his instincts. He turned off the car and sent word. We’re in for the night. Saber isn’t going to be going to work. I’ll have her call the station and take a sick day. Thanks, everyone.

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    They sat in the dark when he switched off the lights. Saber sighed and took the plunge. “I know once Whitney decides he wants you, there’s no way to fight him.He has so much power, so much money, and all the newest gadgets available to him. He has research centers set up all over and if one place is discovered, he just moves on to the next. If I don’t keep running, I’m vulnerable.”
    “They took one down just recently. He isn’t untouchable, Saber.”
    “Yes, he is. None of us exist, Jesse. If he wants us dead, we’re dead and no one’s the wiser. He’s building an army and he’s got tentacles everywhere. We’ll never be safe, either one of us. I know how easy it is to kill someone.” She glanced around the large garage uneasily. “I don’t want to talk out here.”
    “Even if he got a bug inside, the frequency would be jammed.” It wasn’t that she looked scared, more…defeated. Whitney had been the one constant adult in her life and he seemed all-powerful to her.
    “Come on. I’ll give you a ride into the house.” He knew he shouldn’t have offered, she wasn’t ready yet to trust him all the way, but she looked vulnerable and fragile and he wanted—no, needed—to comfort her.
    Saber opened the passenger door as he hit the lift button, choosing instead to hop out on her side. The moment her feet hit the ground, she knew they were in trouble.
    Jesse! She couldn’t help the warning, even as it occurred to her he’d sprung a trap. There were no witnesses to see her taken. She’d been stupid. So stupid. She wanted to believe him so much she’d just gone quietly back to the house, and now she was trapped in a small space with no help.
    Three men. They were big too. They emerged from the shadows, grinning like apes, standing shoulder to shoulder, menacingly, silently. Just their silence was a threat. The huge, ham-like fists were opening and closing as they slowly spread out. She heard movement behind her and knew she was trapped between the men and the van.
    How many, baby?
    His voice was calm, reassuring, and it steadied her because he was on her side—there had been no betrayal. She was trained to hear, to feel the rhythm in people, and she knew a lie when she heard one.
    Jess wasn’t lying. He was fighting with her and he was in a wheelchair. She couldn’t just escape. She had to win, to defeat. No one could be left standing to get to Jess.
    Three in front, one behind me. She had to get to Jess and protect him. They would hear the lift as he lowered it to get himself out of the van. Take the van out of here, call for help. Your team has to still be close.
    Are you out of your mind? I’m not leaving you. I’m coming out.
    He just had to be a hero. It would make it more difficult to fight, trying to protect him while she fought her way free, but she recognized that there was no arguing with him.And the men were moving in on her.
    Wait. I’m going under the van and out the back. Don’t draw their attention until I’m there.
    Without waiting