If there is trouble to find, Matilda D'Kan will find it. And Morik the Enforcer is shaping up to be nothing but trouble. He threatens her mercenary spirit, the self-preservation that has kept her alive her whole life. With every word and action, Morik makes her want things she has never let herself want. He is dangerous for her. Perhaps, more dangerous than the Galactic Army and Reon Narvel put together.
A feral-sounding growl rumbled up from his chest and he
lifted her off her feet. A moment later, a standard issue bunk blanket was
under her back and Morik knelt at the edge of the bed between her knees. He panted
against the skin of her belly, as his hands stroked down her ribs to gently
grasp her thighs.
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