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and kissed it. ‘Why can’t I get you out of my head, Parrish?’ he groaned. ‘It’s like my every breath is tainted with you.’
    I leaned into his shoulder, trying to will away the rush of desire building at his touch.
    ‘Teece . . . please . . . go . . . now,’ I panted.
    He knew why, could feel the tremble spreading across me. Another moment and I’d be clawing him.
    He grabbed my shoulders and forced me to look into his eyes. My desire was more than palpable - it was intoxicating.
    I saw his control slip, felt his hand move to my waist, tug at my clothes.
    ‘Get on top of me,’ I said.
    Teece sprawled with me sideways onto the bed. In one movement he wrenched my skirt up round my waist. Maybe dresses were good for some things.
    Heedless of regret or consequences - and of the knife sheaths strapped to my thighs - he was inside me with thrusts of fierce possession, bruising my body, riding me across the edge.
    My moan turned into a scream of pleasure. Orgasms piled over each other, saturating my body with waves of release and pleasure.
    Inside me, though, something far darker was drinking them in.
    My response left Teece panting, trying to stay with me.
    We tumbled on to the floor, a mess of limbs and bed sheets, to the sound of Merry 3# screeching a message.
    ‘ Parrish. Message for Teeeeeece. It’s Honeeey. ’
    I swear that p-diary was possessed.
    Teece rolled away from me almost immediately. He stood, pulling his shirt down, zipping his pants guiltily. The look on his face wasn’t exactly afterglow.
    ‘You’re an addiction, Parrish, and I want the cure,’ he said harshly. He stalked out of the room.
    I lay on my back, momentarily sated, and contemplated the shape of the damp stains on the ceiling. I wasn’t hurt and angry like Teece. I was probably going to die soon and everything I did felt good in comparison to that.
    Why why why . . .
    The parasite echoed its frustrations in my mind. It strained for release. If it found it - I might as well be dead.
    ‘Paaarrr-iiisshh.’
    Merry 3# again. I hauled myself up and my skirt down, and went to see what the fuss was about. She shimmered in the corner next to the comm screen, dressed up in clothes identical to mine.
    It wasn’t meant to be flattery - more like ridicule.
    ‘What do you want?’
    She put a translucent finger to her head and stuck her tongue in her cheek as if trying to remember.
    ‘Oh, yeah. Teece left the door open.’
    ‘And?’ I spun on my heel.
    ‘Bad company,’ she trilled.
    I swung around. A stranger with an ugly expression was framed in the doorway. I sized him up in the time it took me to drop my hands to my thighs. Competitor. Probably here on his own whim, though maybe on a cheap contract.
    He was my size: scarred fingers, boxer’s stance, unarmed. This scud liked to do it with his hands.
    That gave me an advantage despite my pistol - a replacement for the one I’d traded with Daac - being in my kitbag. I lifted my skirt and went for a knife.
    His eyes widened in interest for a second.
    Damn, no knickers.
    It bought me a precious second of edge, though, and I threw. My aim was straight but the stranger was no longer there. A blur of movement to one side, and everything had changed. Including him.
    The boxer had disappeared and a beast came at me instead - a shadowy thing hunched onto massive thighs.
    I dived sideways and fell heavily against the comm. The beast leaped over me to the other side of the room. As I scrambled to my feet he repeated the action, this time raking me with long-clawed feet. Blood spurted from a graze along my arm.
    Why is it playing with me?
    Merry 3# fizzed and spluttered over my shoulder, then came back screaming a girlie war cry and flashing guns.
    Cut the show, Merry. How about just shooting the bastard? ‘Get me some help,’ I shouted at her.
    The beast edged in front of my bedroom, cutting off access to my guns. I eased more upright and calculated whether I could make the front door. As I