WICKED PARADISE | JENLISA

TWENTY-SEVEN

LISA
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FUCK EVERYTHING THAT WAS fucking holy.

She’s going to kill us.

Either on land or sea by sex or gun, she’d just signed our death warrants because how the hell was I supposed to save her when she didn’t want to be saved?

Drake would be occupied for hours. Jealousy had sacrificed herself in Jennie’s place. I’d killed four of his guards, but who knew how many were left.

The fact we’d gotten this far was a goddamn miracle.

I ran on the dregs of energy.

Tritec-87 had granted me accelerated healing and strength, but not enough to fight a demented creature thirsting for sex.

Every muscle fought a battle of sickness and salvation. My body needed nutrition and stamina. My eyes needed more medicine and rest. And my peace of mind needed to get Jinx off this goddamn island before it was too late.

But no.

She had to be drugged and as high as a motherfucking kite with lust.

And it wasn’t her fault.

It was mine.

I took full responsibility for this rescue disaster.

But I still cursed her inability to fight it. Still hated that she’d fed me elixir and shown me what sort of agony she drowned in. That I’d experienced the shame, the pain, the unstoppable drive for sex first-hand.

Of course, she couldn’t fight it.

I hadn’t been able to.

No one on this planet could win against a drug carefully designed to hijack the mental and nervous system of its host.

My lungs burned as we fought beneath the surface. She was like a fucking octopus with her hungry tentacles and eager hands. She’d hate herself for this. This wasn’t her. She’d curse every heartbeat because she was the sweetest, most caring person I knew.

I forgave her delays and demands even while I cursed her.

But her actions would kill us…

And I couldn’t permit that to happen.

I couldn’t let her be her own worst enemy.

Her legs tangled tighter with mine as she tried to swim around me. I kicked for the surface, breaking the seal and dragging a sharp breath into my lungs just as her lips wrapped around my cock.

Holy shit—

She sucked.

Hard.

She willingly drowned herself by blowing me.

Goddammit!

Dipping beneath the surface again, I pushed her mouth away, wincing at the threat of her teeth. She gasped as I yanked her from the depths. Water poured over her head, her hair rippled with the blackness of the tide. Her feline gaze reflected starlight with a manic kind of misery.

She’d never looked more stunning or so sad.

My chest ached for her. My cock throbbed for her. I cupped her cheeks as tenderly as I could, and whispered, “Please, Jennie. Give me an hour. Swim with me. Ignore it. The minute we get to Lebah, I’ll fuck the ever-living elixir out of you. You have my word—”

Wrong thing to say.

She pounced on me like a water nymph.

We both plummeted beneath the surface again as her legs wrapped around my waist. She became an anchor, a snare I couldn’t get free from. Her pussy rubbed enticingly against my cock, making my hips thrust instinctually.