I died.
I remember that part clearly. A sharp crack, the flash of headlights, a scream—mine—and then darkness. No bright light. No judgment. Just nothing.
Until I opened my eyes… and I wasn't in my body anymore.
The clinical scent of antiseptic filled my nose. Cold steel beneath me. And then a voice: "Welcome back, Mr. Kovacs."
Kovacs.
Takeshi Kovacs.
Holy shit.
I jolted upright, gasping as my awareness caught up with the impossible truth: I was in Altered Carbon. I was him. The Envoy. Resleeved. I could feel it—the dense weight of this new sleeve, muscular and perfect, pulsing with the coiled strength of a killer. My killer now.
They ran diagnostics, but I wasn't listening. My mind raced ahead, calculating, remembering every twist of the show, every decision he made—especially the one he didn't make. Reileen.
She'd come for him. She'd offer him everything.
And he rejected her.
But I wouldn't.
They brought me to a luxury suite in the Bay City high-rise. The room was tastefully sterile, bathed in digital sunsets across glass walls. I had barely sat down on the couch, still in the black undersuit they provided, when I felt her.
Like gravity bending around a star, she entered.
Reileen Kawahara.
She was stunning. Dangerous. Ethereal in a long, black dress that shimmered as if woven from shadows. Her high cheekbones, jet-black hair, and cold, assessing eyes gave her a look of power wrapped in seduction. I could feel her emotions before she spoke—a storm beneath a frozen surface.
She stared at me for a long moment.
"You're quiet," she said.
"I've been through a lot."
She stepped closer, heels silent against the soft floor. "You're different."
"You wanted me back," I said. "Well… here I am."
Reileen tilted her head. "No anger? No questions about what I've done?"
I stood up and walked to her, slowly. "You saved me. You brought me back. That's all that matters."
She froze. Her mask cracked—for just a second.
"You don't hate me?" she whispered.
I touched her face. "Why would I? You're the only one who's ever loved me enough to defy death."
Something flickered in her eyes. Hunger. Madness. Relief.
Then she kissed me.
It was hard, violent, messy.
She bit my lip.
I shoved her against the wall.
Her moan was a gasp between teeth and tongue.
We crashed into the bedroom like a pair of starved animals. Reileen tore the suit from my body, nails raking across muscle. I grabbed the front of her dress and ripped it open, silk splitting to reveal pale, perfect skin and black lace beneath.
"You belong to me," she said, breathless.
"No," I growled, shoving her onto the bed. "You belong to me."
I didn't hesitate. I wanted her twisted. Obsessed. Ravaged.
I kissed down her neck, biting hard enough to leave marks, then slid my mouth lower. Her legs parted for me eagerly, her soaked lace panties barely concealing the slick heat beneath.
I dragged them off with my teeth.
She writhed beneath me, hands tangled in my hair as I feasted on her. Tongue plunging deep, relentless. She bucked her hips, cursed in Japanese, came against my mouth with a sharp cry.
But I wasn't done.
I flipped her onto her stomach and yanked her up to her knees. She arched her back, offering herself, trembling with anticipation. I lined up and slammed into her in one brutal thrust.
She screamed.
And I fucked her like I owned her.
The bed shook. Her cries grew hoarse. She begged for more—deeper, harder, rougher. I grabbed her hair and pulled, slammed into her from behind until she was drooling, nails clawing the sheets.
"You like being used, don't you?" I growled.
"Yes!" she gasped. "Use me—take me—just don't leave me!"
Her voice cracked on that last word.
I slowed. Something real flickered in her tone—panic.
"I'm not going anywhere," I said, pulling her back onto my cock again. "You're mine now, Reileen."
She whimpered. "Say it again."
"You're. Mine."
She shattered around me with a wail, her body clenching violently as she came, shaking. I finished moments later, deep inside her, biting her shoulder hard enough to bruise.
When we collapsed together, sweaty and tangled, she clung to me like a child afraid of the dark.
"I'll kill anyone who touches you," she whispered.
I kissed her forehead.
"I wouldn't expect anything less."
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