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---- SNEAKY PEEK ----
I shudder. I know that face as well as I know that voice. I know it with my every breath and bone and tendon in my body. Better than my own. A blast of goodwill floods through my brain, dopamine maybe, something coming straight from my chip, a feeling like all is right with the world. I don’t trust it, but it’s impossible to deny.
“Three,” I whimper.
Part of me half-hoped I’d imagined him, the height of him, the intensity of him, the way he has of going still, making it seem like the whole world can explode and he wouldn’t so much as bend in its wake. Three is… electricity riding the polarity of the air itself. His beautiful face is bathed in shadows, but the hard planes, the probing eyes, the firm lips.
My knees buckle, and if it weren’t for the cuffs on the rope holding my hands over my head, I’d hit the floor with a great big jellified splat.
My teeth chatter and my mouth babbles out a meaningless, “I’m Outlaw.”
“I can see that.” Fingers come down on my cheeks. The broad pads of his thumbs trace under my eyes.
“I-I disabled my tracker.”
“Did you?”
“Yes.”
He makes a dubious hum, and his thumb finds my chin, pulls, opens my mouth for his, his lips, his tongue finding mine. The taste of him is addictive. And that smell. Rosemary and woodsmoke and a man who isn't a man. I yield to him like a dying woman offered a last-minute sip of life-giving medicine, lifting up on my tiptoes, leaning into him.
Two minutes ago, I knew I was going to die.
Now, life explodes inside me. All the hope. All the wonder. All the joy and fear and beauty of just existing on this planet surges up, roaring MORE.
He holds me there in his grip, his tongue invading my mouth until I’m pulling at my bound wrists, brain blind to the searing pain of my mangled wrists, as I try to get closer to him.
If I could climb his body, I would. If I could take him inside me and keep him there forever, I would. If I could fuse myself to all that strength and superhuman power, make it mine, own it, become it, I would.
I can’t breathe and I don’t need to. I just need him.
Three. Murderer … yes. Monster … yes. Asshole … absolutely. But in this f*cked-up Outlaw world, he’s a shaft of blazing safety, a hissing promise that whatever the future holds, death has just been slammed farther away.
In this moment, I am unafraid. I am no longer broken. I am exultant, so I rise up into that kiss with a violence all my own, open-mouthed, hungry, determined, breathless.
“I have to f*ck you,” he says against my lips.
He just delivered me from the brink of death, and now he’s offering me salvation in the form of his c*ck, and I want it.
---- SNEAKY PEEK ----
I shudder. I know that face as well as I know that voice. I know it with my every breath and bone and tendon in my body. Better than my own. A blast of goodwill floods through my brain, dopamine maybe, something coming straight from my chip, a feeling like all is right with the world. I don’t trust it, but it’s impossible to deny.
“Three,” I whimper.
Part of me half-hoped I’d imagined him, the height of him, the intensity of him, the way he has of going still, making it seem like the whole world can explode and he wouldn’t so much as bend in its wake. Three is… electricity riding the polarity of the air itself. His beautiful face is bathed in shadows, but the hard planes, the probing eyes, the firm lips.
My knees buckle, and if it weren’t for the cuffs on the rope holding my hands over my head, I’d hit the floor with a great big jellified splat.
My teeth chatter and my mouth babbles out a meaningless, “I’m Outlaw.”
“I can see that.” Fingers come down on my cheeks. The broad pads of his thumbs trace under my eyes.
“I-I disabled my tracker.”
“Did you?”
“Yes.”
He makes a dubious hum, and his thumb finds my chin, pulls, opens my mouth for his, his lips, his tongue finding mine. The taste of him is addictive. And that smell. Rosemary and woodsmoke and a man who isn't a man. I yield to him like a dying woman offered a last-minute sip of life-giving medicine, lifting up on my tiptoes, leaning into him.
Two minutes ago, I knew I was going to die.
Now, life explodes inside me. All the hope. All the wonder. All the joy and fear and beauty of just existing on this planet surges up, roaring MORE.
He holds me there in his grip, his tongue invading my mouth until I’m pulling at my bound wrists, brain blind to the searing pain of my mangled wrists, as I try to get closer to him.
If I could climb his body, I would. If I could take him inside me and keep him there forever, I would. If I could fuse myself to all that strength and superhuman power, make it mine, own it, become it, I would.
I can’t breathe and I don’t need to. I just need him.
Three. Murderer … yes. Monster … yes. Asshole … absolutely. But in this f*cked-up Outlaw world, he’s a shaft of blazing safety, a hissing promise that whatever the future holds, death has just been slammed farther away.
In this moment, I am unafraid. I am no longer broken. I am exultant, so I rise up into that kiss with a violence all my own, open-mouthed, hungry, determined, breathless.
“I have to f*ck you,” he says against my lips.
He just delivered me from the brink of death, and now he’s offering me salvation in the form of his c*ck, and I want it.
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Imogen Keeper
19 books380 followersAn Amazon best-selling and award-winning author, Immy writes romantic apocalypse and dystopian stories. Her books are a shade too dark to be light, and a tinge too light to be dark. They'll make you cry and worry and wonder, but there's always a layer of hope and laughter and sexy times to brighten it all.
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READING ORDER
After the Plague Series
- Broken #1
- Lost #2
- Found #3
- Safe #4
- Home #5 (coming soon)
The City of a Thousand Lies Trilogy
- Outlaw
- Wanted (coming soon)
- Captive (coming soon)
Dirty Little Secret Series
- Talk Dirty to Me
- Fight Dirty with Me
- Draw Dirty for Me (available in installments on Vella)
In addition to writing, Immy loves her children, her husband, books about steam and darkness, flowers (even if she accidentally shmurgles half of them), coffee, DIY projects, trying new things, learning new facts, sunshine, guacamole, and sticky toffee pudding.
KEEP UP WITH IMMY ON ALL PLATFORMS
Newsletter VIP room for a FREE BOOK ➜ https://www.imogenkeeper.com/
Facebook➜ https://www.facebook.com/ImogenKeeper
Join her private readers' group ➜ https://www.facebook.com/groups/52366...
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READING ORDER
After the Plague Series
- Broken #1
- Lost #2
- Found #3
- Safe #4
- Home #5 (coming soon)
The City of a Thousand Lies Trilogy
- Outlaw
- Wanted (coming soon)
- Captive (coming soon)
Dirty Little Secret Series
- Talk Dirty to Me
- Fight Dirty with Me
- Draw Dirty for Me (available in installments on Vella)
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July 10, 2022When is Wanted coming out?!
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October 25, 2024I wish I could write a review but still waiting for this much anticipated book 2!!
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