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The Emperor stands tall and straight. He’s a big guy. Powerful, too, in every sense. “The house definitely brought something back for you. Maybe we should stay here a while.”
I turn to face him. “You heard me, right?”
Reddening, he tells the Mastermind, “Stay with her a moment. Since we’re here, I just want to check something upstairs.”
The Warrior touches my arm, then pulls me to him for a hug. He strokes my hair and looks in my face. I feel his body. Close. I want more. But not here. All I want here is to leave.
He turns to the Emperor. “I’m coming with you,” and they both bound up the wide, sweeping staircase.
With a hand on my shoulder, the Mastermind bends his head to speak softly, close by my ear.
“How are you feeling?“ he brushes my face with the backs of his fingers. “Are you okay?” I grab his hand.
“Help me get out of here. As fast as you can.”
“We could wait in the car.”
“No. As long as I can see this place and feel it, I’ll feel the same.” I look in his eyes. My boy genius. My brilliant killer. “It did shake something loose, being here. Like a kind of shock therapy. It’s a big shock, though.” I take hold of his hand. “Don’t make me be here too long.”
He pulls me to him.
I feel lust and desire, for him and from him. But also love. Tenderness and care. It brings a tear to well in the bottoms of my eyes. I can’t let him see that. My feet aren’t solid on the ground yet. All that I know now is the sense of myself. A feeling, a strength in knowing who I am. But still nothing I can form words around. No details.
Details like my name.
Or his.
Before the tears are ready to brim, I grab his hair and pull his face to mine. He’s startled but there’s fire in his eyes. His lips are hot. Thick, strong and mobile. We lock and I’m lost in the kiss, the connection. Our breath, together. Our mouths. His tongue. And a raging swell of raw lust.
We kiss like it’s the end of the world. Like this is everything. Like nothing else matters. He holds me close and I feel all of his muscles and sinews, all his strength and power. Our bodiesmove like we’re feeding on touch. On contact. His hips against mine, his movement against mine.
The more of him I feel, the bigger it makes me feel. And the bigger he feels. His muscles pump and swell. And a big part of him is hardening. Lengthening. Calling. Wanting and needing.
Damn I want him. I need him, almost as much I need to be gone from this place. The contradiction makes me sigh and moan, twist and twine closer and harder with him. It’s making me crazy inside.
From head to toe, I’m agitated. I want to get out of my clothes. I want to get inside his pants. I want to get out of here. I want to scream.
“Glad to see you’re making use of the amusements.”
The Emperor’s sarcasm drifts, floating down the stairwell from a balustrade several floors up.
Reluctantly, I peel my mouth off the Mastermind’s, but then I hold his eyes and take one more short, softer kiss. He leans into me. A promise. More. Later.
I call back up the spiraling steps, “Are you done up there?”
“The question is, are you done down there?” The Emperor calls back. Then the Warrior leans out over a lower banister.
A sense ofdeja-vuflashes through me. Half of what I feel in its wake is wonderful. And half of it is sheer horror.
As I tilt my head to look up, the high spiral space seems to turn. A giddy, nauseous feeling of vertigo threatens to make me fall.
If I say anything to hurry them, the Emperor will want to drag his feet, so with all the assurance and confidence that I don’t feel, I just look back up into his face. Long enough that he can’t pretend not to know. I’m waiting.
“Well,” he sighs, “I suppose we’ll have to see about getting baby what she needs.”
I offer, “Would it help if I stuck a broomstick up your ass?”
“Watch out, Bro,” it seems the Warrior can do droll and dry with just a tone of voice. I’m loving him more with every moment. “La Donna is in the house. She really is back.”
