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Ghost radiated concentrated menace, laced with an overwhelming, animalistic heat. The scent of sweat, tobacco, and gun oil filled John's lungs, wiping every thought of his ex-girlfriend from his mind."You're wasting your thoughts on the wrong things, MacTavish," Simon murmured, his voice low and dangerous.

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"I’ll fuck you right on the table in the briefing room, in front of Price and that German pup, if that’s what it takes to prove who you belong to,” Simon growled straight against John’s lips, bathing him in the scent of cigarettes and dark, filthy lust. “Say it again, MacTavish. Say you’re not my property. Go on. Do it.”But John couldn’t say a single word. The weight of that massive body, the rough coercion, and the wild, gut-wrenching desire made everything blur before his eyes. He dug trembling fingers into Ghost’s wet shoulders — not to push him away, but to stay on his feet, completely losing this battle.

The sergeant's monstrous Scottish accent, mixed with heavy slang, had sounded to the girl like little more than an incomprehensible stream of noises. The blow to MacTavish's pride had been delivered with surgical precision and the face of an angel.Ghost slowly leaned forward, resting his forearms on his knees, already anticipating exactly how Soap was going to dig himself out of this one.

What a monstrous, sick irony lay hidden in this moment.She was being driven to ecstasy by the tongue of a terrorist. The tongue of a killer who gave orders for mass executions. A man who drowned continents in rivers of other people's blood was now rapturously, like a gourmand, licking up the virgin blood of a nineteen-year-old college student, mixed with her sweet slickness. For him, there was no contradiction in this. He was a Player, and right now, he was claiming his most valuable trophy.

I was gasping for air. Because of the handcuffs behind my back, I couldn't lean on his shoulders or control the depth of his penetration.

The blow knocked all the air out of John's lungs. Darkness flashed across his vision."What distracted you?" Simon hissed directly into the breathless Scot's face.The lieutenant's eyes burned beneath the mask with a dark, primal fury."You almost took a bullet to the forehead, MacTavish. You almost got yourself killed because of your fucking lack of focus.""I... I hesitated..." John rasped, trying to pry the hand from his throat, but Simon's grip was iron."You were thinking about me."It wasn't a question.It was a fact, delivered with such heavy, possessive certainty that John wanted the ground to swallow him whole.Simon leaned his full weight into him, pinning him against the beam until John's bones creaked in protest. The lieutenant's kevlar-clad knee shoved roughly between his legs, striking the inside of his thigh."Your empty head was busy replaying how I fucked you while the enemy was lining up a shot," Ghost growled, his voice dropping to a low, vibrating rumble. "Do you have any idea what I would've done if your brains had ended up splattered across that concrete?"His fingers tightened around John's throat."You think it's your life, Johnny? You think you have the right to throw it away that carelessly after I claimed you as mine?"