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His touch is increasing the pressure on my clit, and the moans spill from my mouth. He puts his hand over my mouth again to muffle the sounds.
“I can’t wait to hear those moans properly; I want to hear you scream.” He moves his hand away from my mouth.
“Kade… please,” I beg. The pace he’s using is torture, and he knows it. He’s in control just the way he likes it. It’s time to change that. He’s not the only one with power. I reach my hand around and place it between us. He is rock hard beneath my hand. I move up and down over his pants, and he groans.
“Fuck, Emilia, not here. I can’t fuck you here.” He moans.
“There seems to be a double standard here, Sergeant. I can come in a supply closet, but you can’t?” I purr.
“God, Viper, I’m going to fuck that attitude right out of you if you carry on.” He warns.
“Is that a promise?” I smirk. I hear footsteps approaching fast when the door bursts open with force.
“You guys need to fuck somewhere else, Tom is headed this way.” Cyrus warns.
I roll my eyes and give him the middle finger “For the record, we were not fucking,” I retort.
“He knows that already, he would have heard you a building over if we were,” Kade replies. My face blushes.
“Kade!” I squirm.
“I warned you about the attitude.” He smirks.
“As much as I love watching this display here, we need to go. He has his whole unit with him, I think they’re doing drills.” Cyrus ushers us out of the supply closet.
Tom has never been to the survival retreat. I’ve only been once, with my father. It’s brutal. No number of drills can prepare you for it. This weekend is going to be interesting.
KADE
We're all standing outside headquarters waiting for the buses while the rain hammers down relentlessly. Everyone is soaked to the bone, shivering in the cold. I was looking forward to this weekend. Not anymore.
“Cheer up, you love the survival retreat!” Cyrus shouts over the hail and rain.
“Now that I know the bastard leach is coming, I’ve suddenly lost my fondness for the occasion.” I roll my eyes.
“Speak of the devil.” Cyrus gestures towards Tom, headed in our direction with Emilia.
I’m surprised my jaw isn’t broken yet, the force I’ve been clenching it recently. Maybe I could break his jaw and claim a sparring accident. The bastard wouldn’t spar with me, he’s not stupid.
“Morning everyone. Kade, Emilia will be riding with me. Hope that’s not a problem.” He smirks. Cyrus blows out an exhale and Cass appears out of nowhere and whistles. Oh, the leach really does have a death wish.
“Emilia won’t be riding with you, she’s part of my unit, she rides with us.” I order.
Tom inhales ready to retort but I don’t give him a chance. He seems to think he has power. He doesn’t know me very well.
“You don’t give me orders, Tom. Go back to your unit, they look like they could use your help.” I gesture towards his unit that’s struggling to load their bus with their kit. Cyrus and Cass burst into laughter and Emilia smirks.
“Emilia!” Tom shouts as we’re walking towards our bus. He taps at his watch and then his eyes. Some sort of hidden meaning. I look to Emilia, and she grimaces.
“What was that about?” I demand.
“Just a reminder that he’ll be watching me.” She nods towards the camera at the front of the bus whilst rubbing her arm.
“What’s with your arm? Has he hurt you?” I press, studying every flicker of her expression for any sign of a lie.
“It’s nothing, I slept funny. Let’s go.” She mounts the stairs to the bus and automatically sits next to Cyrus in the aisle seat. I suppose that’s for the best, considering we’re now being monitored. I take a window seat and Bree climbs into the seat next to me.
It’s a good thing looks can’t kill you because Bree would be dead. Emilia’s eyes are like daggers. I love it when my viper gets jealous.
