Their faces were cold and inscrutable.
At a raised hand from Mak, Koda paused mid-step as her husband prowled toward her. This forced her to take steps backward, away from him, until she came to a halt, her feet laden with fear.
‘How did you find me?’
‘Your ring,’ he drawled, lifting his dark glasses from his face and tucking them away. ‘Its tracking signature is unique.’
‘How long have you been using it to follow me?’ she demanded with anger.
Mak’s eyes flicked to Koda before settling back on her. ‘Since we wed. Long enough to know you can’t run from me, Saba.’
She snorted, trying to hide her nerves. ‘I’m not afraid of you, Mak.’
His eyes bore into her with an intensity that made her shiver. ‘You should be.’
She stared back at him, her audaciousness to resist him growing stronger with each passing second. ‘What if I’m not?’
His smirk widened. ‘You will be because the next time you try to lie to me, humiliate me, throw a knee in my balls, or escape me, I’ll bring down the wrath I’ve been holding back on all of your family.’
There it was.
He was willing to kill to keep her.
All the air went out of her bravado, and she sagged.
She was desperate to be free, but not at the expense of lives.
She’d seen what this man was capable of, and she would have been a fool not to learn from it.
Still, she leaned into him. ‘I’ll stay, husband, but excuse me if I don’t grovel and fall at your feet in terror.’
He arched a brow, a gleam of amusement dancing within, leaning in to whisper into her ear, brushing it with his teeth. ‘I happen not to like pushovers. Defiance turns me on.’
Koda cleared his throat, drawing their intense focus back to him. ‘We have to get thefokkout of here, boss, before we draw in any more attention. Heat we don’t need.’
There was nowhere for her to go.
She twisted her lips, stepped away from Mak, and put her hands out in surrender, ready for cuffing.
‘I’m not medieval Saba,’ her husband grated. ‘Get in thefokkin’ flyer.’
She sucked her teeth and swiveled toward the thrumming craft, the thrusters rumbling, drowning out the protests in her mind.
Mak and Koda followed close behind her, a constant reminder of the shackles that bound her to this life she had tried so desperately to escape.
She ducked her head to avoid the rotors, but just before she set foot inside the cold machine, Mak’s arms reached for her, encircling her from the rear.
He pressed his entire length to her, bending his head to whisper into her ear.
‘I’m amused by your attempt,Šarim, perhaps even turned on.’
Whipping her body around, his lips descended and took hers in a bruising crush.
She hated that her spine arced, pushing her tits into his chest, her mouth twisting along with his, hands clutching at his broad shoulders.
His hand moved to the swell of her ass, which he pulled hard to himself.
She gasped as the unmistakable heat and steel of his cock throbbed against her tummy, scorching, branding her.
