‘You’re paranoid,’ she whispered.
He snapped his body to her with ire. ‘Woman, I’m careful. Signet and the Sauvage Corp have been the victim of plenty of attacks, from freakin’ Nightshade to cyber extortion rings after our encrypted data. I also know some of Zolan’s lieutenants are fans of ransomware and very fond of genus coercion. In essence, they’ve amped up their gang-level protection rackets and parlayed their bullying into the digital world.’
Saba jolted. ‘He wouldn’t dare.’
‘His people do dare, perhaps not to his knowledge, as I hear he’s losing control of his clan, and his lackeys are going rogue.’
They glared at each other for a long moment, their strong wills clashing even as their angry and fast breaths were mired together in disagreement.
He leaned into her, his expression softening. ‘Woman,’ he groaned.
Her whisper was soft. ‘Honey.’
‘Fokk, I hate fighting with you.’
Her flight and fight simmered down, and she took a shaky breath, softening at his confession. ‘I don’t like it either, Mak.’
His eyes raked over her face. ‘You’d think we’d be past the distrust by now,’ he rumbled, frustration blazing in his eyes.
‘Will we ever be?’
‘I want to be,’ he rasped.
They stared into each other’s eyes for a long moment until she sliced hers away.
She gazed at the parchment scrolls on her desk, unseeing, heart aching.
Without warning, Mak’s arms encircled her from behind.
He pressed his mouth to her exposed collarbone. ‘Hell, woman, I’m beginning to take every single breath for you.’
She melted, body, mind, and soul at his words.
She turned her head, and they shared a lingering, soft kiss.
‘I, too,’ she whispered against his searching lips.
It wasn’t quite the truth; she was already lost in him, gone, over the freakin’ edge in love with him.
Silent, he pulled away from her, touched his mouth to her temple, and strode out of the library.
She was left standing alone, hand over her heart, trembling with need.
Chapter 31
MAK
Saba sighed underneath Mak, moaning as he slid in and out of her, his head tucked into her nape, teeth on her lobe, one hand bracing, the other flicking her turgid nipple.
Fokk, he loved how she responded to him.
The way she moaned and writhed was music to his ears.
He reveled in the throbbing pulse of her heart on her chest, the warmth of her skin, and the scent of her hair.
Fully immersed in this moment, lost in the embrace of her body, he sensed his orgasm ripping at the base of his spine.
‘Woman,’ he grunted, bottoming deep in her, nipping her skin, setting her off. ‘I love being with you.’
