Ghosted (Team Zero #3) by Rina Kent

Elle looks over her shoulder. It confuses the hell out of me how those deep blue eyes seem to see through my soul when I thought I had no fucking soul in the first place.

My body covers hers from behind. Her softens caves into me. I grab a fistful of her hair and thrust into her in one go. She bucks against me and releases those deep-throated noises that mess with my chest more than with my body. Now that I tasted how euphoric it is to be inside her, I don’t think I would ever give this up.

She’s a lot stronger than Omega’s effects.

Still pounding into her, I yank her hair so her gaze meets mine. “What the fuck are you doing to me, Elle?”

She pants, eyes filled with raw lust and confusion. “I’ll answer you if you answer me.”

I slam into her deeper and harder. My rhythm turns into an uncontrollable frenzy. I can’t fucking help it. She’s the only woman I wanted with such untamed passion.

Elle doesn’t take long to comes undone, screaming my name and strangling my length. I follow soon after. The orgasm hits me with a force I never experienced before.

When I pull out, our juices trail down her thighs. A sick satisfaction takes hold of me.

I bring her close to me. When she wraps her arms and legs around me and releases lazy satisfied murmurs, only one thought remains.

Mine.





After the shower that took hours, Elle walks funny into the room.

As I button my shirt, she fumbles into her clothes. A towel is wrapped around her body and another around her hair. It would be so easy to yank those off and devour her again. There are a million things I still want to do to that body.

But she’s sore. Besides, Mist has been calling non-stop. I can’t delay talking to her any longer.

Elle catches me staring, and her cheeks turn crimson.

God, she’s so adorable. I want it all: her innocence. Her strength. Her fucking addictive light.

She breaks eye contact and lays a dress on the bed. “I’m going to walk strange during work.”

“What work?” In a second, I’m towering over her.

She gives me a wary look. “I work as a waitress, remember?”

“Of course not.” My hand glides down her arm, and goosebumps cover her skin. “You think you can continue working after last night?”

A slight panic resides in her eyes before she masks it. What the hell is that supposed to mean?

“I have to work, Julian.”

“No.”

She won’t serve drinks for those low-class pigs.

“Julian...” She takes my hand in hers, voice softening. “I would go crazy if I stay here alone. I will start hitting my head on the walls.”

My lips twitch imagining that. “Still no working, Firefly. You box, right? We can go at it once I take care of a few things.”

“You mean after you go to Mist.” She pouts again and crosses her arms.

This time, I smile. No idea why I love it when she’s jealous, but I do.

She nudges my chest. “What’s so funny?”

I pull her into me and kiss the top of her head. “Do as I ask for once and stay here.”

She peeks up at me. “If I can’t work, can I at least stay with Scar until her shift starts?” When I say nothing, she continues, “Please?”

I groan. “Fine. Only stay around Scar or Kyle or Shadow. All right?”

“Okay.” She smiles wide, and I can’t resist kissing the living hell out of that smile until her lips are swollen and my trousers tighten.

Once I pull back, she stares at me with that confused expression. As if, like me, she has no fucking clue what’s going on.

I leave the room before I give into the temptation to take her against the wall.

As soon as I’m in front of the safe house, my phone vibrates. I expect it to be Mist, but when I make out the caller’s ID, my shoulders turn rigid.

Hades.

“Ghost speaking,” I answer in my most curt tone.

“How is the factory?” he asks in that nonchalant, posh voice.

“Good.”

“I heard a bothersome rumour about meetings with President Joe?”

Those fucking spies. I keep my no-nonsense voice. “I thought we agreed that I can use whatever method I deem appropriate as long as the results are to your liking.”

“Of course. Of course.” There’s a small silence before he says, “It’s only that the rumour mentioned you would be giving shares to President Joe.”

My mind races. Hades’ spies are from the guards, but they remain outside. They would know about the meeting, but they would have no fucking clue about what happened in the meeting. Since I make sure to scan the office for listening devices, it can’t be due to eavesdropping on our conversation.

The traitor is someone from the inside. My back turns rigid. No. Not my Team Zero mates. They would never betray me.

I bottle that idea and answer Hades, “Of course not.”

“Good. Just so you know, Hawk is being tortured — aside from Omega deprivation. He’s currently hanging between the edge of insanity and death. I sent the video to Mist if you’re interested in seeing it.”

The line goes dead.

I jam my fist at a tree trunk. The fucking bastard. He knows exactly who to send the video to.

Does that mean Mist is betraying me? True, she would do anything for Hawk, and she was royally pissed off last night, but she wouldn’t go as far as betraying me, would she?