Sam’s outraged screams fade away in the 85th minute. She’s not giving up like the players seem to have but her throat has gone so sore after all the cursing following the denied equalizer in the 38th minute.

She longs to drown her disappointment in excessive alcohol but the guys are on ops she’s not allowed to know about. Everything would be ( Read more... )

 
( “GODDAMNFUCKINGSHIT!” Sam jumps up from the sofa, almost spilling her beer as the ball slips through Green’s hands and rolls into the goal. )

Sarah can see a shadow move but before she could do anything strong hands grab her arms and she’s pushed hard against the wall. She tries to scream but forceful lips press against hers and she can barely breathe. Concentrating on sounds from outside the deserted storage room gets harder when demanding fingers slide against her skin under her shirt ( Read more... )

“Don’t go,” Lorraine’s voice is soft but not pleading, her pride won’t let her, she’s not going to beg. But her heart clenches at the thought of Sarah walking out of her life.

“I need to. You have to understand, Lo.”

She does. But it doesn’t make it easier.

“I will come back,” Sarah takes her hand but Lorraine pulls away.

No you won’t. She ( Read more... )

Nick was like a starter, vetting the appetite for more, always teasing Helen into real hunger with stubbly kisses but failing to truly satisfy her needs without even noticing.

Stephen was the main course, everyone’s heartthrob, catering to her needs with easy smiles and the salt for adventure. Just right for her but she couldn’t see.

Becker ( Read more... )

Leek screams as strong arms press his shaking body into the bed and Lyle’s cock stretches him painfully.

Leek knows better than to fight, it would only result in more bruises to hide come morning, besides, he craves this feeling of being forced into temporary submission by a man who he has broken over and over again - the scars on Lyle’s back are ( Read more... )

He had a name once.

An identity.

It became trade-off for his old face, unmarred by the reminders of scourging fire. He remembers the operation and that first glorious look into the once hated mirror even though he knows he hadn’t been made yet at the time.

His mind is programmed to know he’s just a copy and owes unquestioning loyalty to his ( Read more... )

Bending men to her will has always been easy for Helen.

She’d been there with Nick and Stephen, no matter how free of her they’d fancied themselves in the end. Becker had been an unexpected conquest, the cherry on top, so to speak.

They’re all dead now, two she shot herself.

Now there’s someone new in her bed. Handsome, strong, yet broken ( Read more... )

“Where did you get that?”

Questing fingertips hover over angry marks on his thigh, half-way between his knee and buttock but Sullivan just growls sleepily into the pillow. He really shouldn’t have called Ellie, one night stands are called that for a reason after all.

“Afghanistan, knife…” he murmurs. It’s not exactly a lie, except it happened on ( Read more... )

Ditzy informs Blade he’ll be left in Lorraine’s more than capable hands and hurriedly storms off to where he’s needed even more. Blade doesn’t protest, he knows the others must be in a pretty bad shape, especially Ryan (that Future Predator really had it in for him), but he still squirms uncomfortably when Lorraine starts cleaning the angry wound ( Read more... )