should counter the paralyzing aspects in a few minutes,” the other voice calls, and I swear it is X.
There is the sound of a scuffle, and I hear someone grunt.
“Fair warning, Princess, as I know you can hear me,” X continues, his features taking shape as my vision begins to clear. “The child will be fine. The Evernight poppy cannot harm it, neither can the antidote, which will soon allow you movement. However, I must let you know that the Evernight poppy comes with a host of rather exciting side effects.”
I flex my hands and sit up. “Are you sure the baby will be okay?”
He flings out his arm, grabbing the Black Watch operative by the neck, and the woman goes limp as a rag doll. “Don’t worry, Princess,” he says to me as I gape in horror. “I just knocked her out cold. She won’t be feeling anything for a while—unlike you.”
The moment he says the words an intense clench of need bears down between my thighs. My pussy is suddenly aflame with a hunger like I’ve never known.
“You must get her home without a second to spare,” X orders to Damien. “This one has to come to The Hole with me so The Order can begin the interrogation. If they gave her the poppy that meant they wanted Juliet alive...and I’m going to find out why.”
“Then make her wish she was never born,” Damien snarls.
“You focus on your lane. Trust me. Your hands are about to get very full. But don’t worry, one orgasm will be enough to counteract the poison’s effects... It is potent enough.”
If he says anything else it’s drowned out by my own moan. The Black Watch operative nearly poisoned me, but whatever exciting side effect X referred to feels almost as deadly.
My back bows as my hips undulate. If I don’t have physical release soon I will die.
Damien
I CARRY JULIET to a staff-only elevator. She writhes in my arms.
“What is happening to me?” she cries.
“It must be the aftereffect of the drug you were given,” I say through gritted teeth.
I stepped away from her before when something in my gut told me I shouldn’t. I put her in harm’s way. If X hadn’t found the real genetics doctor bleeding from a head wound on the landing of a stairwell, where would Juliet be now? What would the Black Watch be doing to her?
“How did they get to me?” Juliet asks, and then she moans in my arms.
I let out a bitter laugh. “They breached the one place we couldn’t stay away from with you in your condition—the hospital. They’ve been unable to infiltrate the palace, but we didn’t anticipate this.”
“Damien,” she cries, then spins in my arms, hooking her legs around my hips. “Damien, you have to make it stop!”
I can’t think straight, so I hit the emergency button on the elevator, and we jerk to a halt.
“Make what stop?” I ask.
Her eyes plead with mine.
“I need to come.” She squeezes her knees around my hips and slides up and down against me.
My cock hardens, my body betraying my animalistic desires.
“I have to have you inside me,” she grinds out. “Fill me up and give me release, or I swear to you this ache will kill me!”
She hops down and tears at the button of my jeans, then yanks my zipper open.
“Now,” she gasps. “Take me now!”
She hikes up her dress, revealing no panties underneath.
Christ.
She grips my thick shaft with her fist and rubs my slick tip up and down her folds.
I growl. “Juliet,” I grind out, and she whimpers.
“Inside me!” she wails, but I will not take her like this. Even in her state, I will not lose control. Because I have failed her like I failed Victoria. Just as I knew I would. But I will give her pleasure. I will give her release. She deserves love and protection, but I am good for only one thing.
“Turn around,” I tell her.
Her breath hitches, and she stills. “But I thought—” she starts, a sobering look in her eyes. “I thought after last night...after seeing our baby... Damien, I know you don’t remember us, but I also know that you feel something.”
“All I feel, Princess, is the truth. I destroy everything that is good and pure. Know that my family will protect you and this child, but I will return to my life of banishment—for their safety and yours.”
She turns, her back to me now, and she presses against my erection.
“Do what you’re good at, then,” she snaps with bitter resignation. “Give me what I need and then do what you do best. Leave.”
She reaches behind me and grabs my shaking palm and pulls it around her hips and between her legs. My finger brushes her wet, swollen clit, and she whimpers, her beautiful, innocent ass rubbing against my cock.
“Do it!” she orders, and I plunge one finger inside her, then two, and then three.
She bucks as I pump in and out, as I drag my soaked fingers up and down her heated folds.
She is an animal, riding my palm like no woman has done before, and I silently curse X for not truly preparing me for what was happening to her.
My tip presses against her ass. I could enter her like this. She would let me past that final threshold.
But it would be a line crossed over which I could never go back. Taking her like this would mean she was no different than any other woman I’d been with since Victoria. And I would have to live with the knowledge of hurting her like that.
I slide my fingers from inside her and swirl them around her clit. She cries out, reaching a hand behind me and grabbing my shaft.
“Do it, Damien! Fucking do it!” Juliet yells. But that is not the voice of my Juliet. That is not the mother of my child, the woman I love.
Because I do love her, dammit, even if I am poison.
I bring her to climax with my hand alone, and when she’s done bucking and thrashing—when she falls limp against me—I catch her as her knees go weak. Only when she steadies do I let go, pulling up my pants over my now-painful erection.
“Damien,” she says, voice shaky.
“Are you okay?” I ask, my voice hoarse against the knot in my throat.
She nods.
“You deserve
