At Drogan’s Command (Hades Helmet Crew) by Selena Illyria Page B

her temple.
    She dashed away the tears and said, “I can’t. I need to go. I need to find a job, look for a place to live. I can’t go with you. I can't work for you anymore.”
    “You won’t need to find work, sweetling. You have a job waiting for you,” he said.
    “Right. But I won’t be your assistant will I? I’ll just be your fuck buddy.”
    “I told you, you will be my assistant, but now you'll also be my lover. Why are you being so stubborn about this?” he asked, confusion in his voice.
    She tried to get out of his arms again. Rena couldn't take it. How could he be so obtuse? He'd put her on suspension and then blackmailed her into having sex with him. How could she work for him and sleep with him after that?
    “Drogan, let me go.”
    His arm slipped from around her waist and Rena scrambled to the other side of the bed. Turning toward him she pulled the blanket up to cover her nudity. Leaving would have been much better, but her shirt was torn and she wanted him to leave first so she could be alone with her anger, embarrassment, and pain.
    “What is it, my beautiful? What did I say?” Genuine confusion marred his features.
    She sighed and decided to try and explain it to him. “How can I work for someone who blackmailed me into sleeping with him? How can I trust you not to hold that disc over my head to get back into my bed? How can I respect you for suspending me when you've let others off with mere warnings for things far worse than what I did? I can’t do that. I wouldn’t be able to respect myself or you. I need a job, one where my position is secure and I will be treated with respect and dignity. I may have given my body to you, but you used me. You used my disc against me, my private fantasies. How can I trust you again?”
    There. She had said it. Her gaze dropped from his. She had said her piece. Whether she had gotten through to him or not, she didn’t know. He groaned. At the sound, she looked back at him and he sat up, cock ready for another round. Rena moved her attention to his face and watched him run a hand through his messy braids.
    “Give me a chance, sweetling. You can trust me, I swear.” He gave her an earnest look. His gaze was filled with sadness and a pleading that tugged at her heart.
    “How?” she asked, not wanting to give into his puppy dog looks.
    “You trusted me with your body. Please let me protect your heart. I can't be without you, sweetling. I need you.” Emotion filled his face. Every wrinkle, line, edge, and hollow of his features was filled with love and adoration.
    It bowled her over to see such raw emotion on his normally closed-off face.
    “I…I…” She didn't know how to respond to him without opening up her own bruised heart and soul, and telling him what she'd kept hidden all those years—that she loved him.
    “Damn it, woman. What do you want from me? I'll give you anything you want to make you trust me again, to keep you with me.” Drogan leaned forward and grabbed her hands away from her chest. The sheet fell, exposing her breasts to the cool air of the room. Much to his credit, his gaze didn't leave her face.
    “I don’t know.” She studied him from head to toe. Tension radiated off of him in waves. His body shook with restrained energy.
    She couldn't make him want her beyond sex, and she sure as hell couldn't make him fall in love with her. He wanted his way, and she knew from experience that he always got what he wanted. Could she truly give him her body and keep her heart safe? Could she truly trust that if she went back to work for him, he wouldn't use the disc to get her back into bed?
    “I won’t leave without you,” he said, his voice hard and unyielding. “I refuse to be without you.”
    She sighed. He was a stubborn jackass of a man. “Well, we’re at an impasse, aren’t we? You can be stubborn all you want, but you've given me no reason to trust you.”
    His face became hardened like granite. Determination filled the blue