Page 156 of Destroyer
“Get. Fucking. Lost,” Tank growled.
“I’ll take the front seat, you take the back,” she said.
“You gonna let her boss you around like that, asshole?” asked the leader.
“Three,” Tank said.
“Two,” Sydney said.
They moved their fingers to the trigger.
“We’re going!” The driver screamed before he backed up. Once he hit the paved street, he spun the car around and floored it.
Tank pulled his phone from his pocket, made a call.
“Hey,” Grey answered. “Where’s Sydney?”
“I got her,” Tank said. “Five thugs followed us to the dirt road. One threatened to rape Sydney. Sydney and I pulled our weapons. They bolted. Have them picked up.” He rattled off the plate number.
“I’m on it. Are you okay?”
“Never fuckin’ better.” Tank hung up, slid his gaze to hers.
The fire in his eyes burned like a million suns. He put her Walther in the saddlebag. She set her SIG next to his, closed the bag, and waited for him to mount the bike.
After he did, he said, “Get on.” The bite in his tone made her quiver with desire.
She climbed on, snaked her arms around him, He motored slowly through the wooded area. When the trees cleared, the Black Site loomed ahead. Despite its foreboding, stark exterior, the structure was a most-welcome sight.
He rode around back, tapped an app on his phone, and entered a long code. Seconds later, the hangar door rose. Once inside, he cut the engine, then tapped his phone again. As the door closed, she got off the bike and removed her helmet.
“I’m sorry,” she said. “I fucked up.”
Still no smile after he removed his helmet. “What are we going to do about that, Sydney?”
She stepped close enough to feel his warm breath on her cheeks. The air sizzled with desire, the need to fuck him, to ride him hard overtook her. The fantasy she’d ignored for years erupted from the darkest part of her.
It’s time.
He’s the one.
Tell him.
“I was a bad girl,” she replied. “You should punish me.”
His growl ripped through her. Eyes as dark as midnight drilled into her. She breathed him in, filling her lungs with the sweet, sweet essence of Tank.
“How?” he rasped.
“Spank me,” she said without hesitation. “I want you to spank me, Tank.”
