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She was so ready to be fucked, she couldn’t think straight. Her forearms strained as she clutched at his jeans. He was so tall, the top of her head barely cleared his shoulders, which were easily twice the width of hers. His biceps seemed as big as her head as he reached into his shaving kit and withdrew a long, velvet-covered box from inside.

Nestled against the creamy silk insides was the leather and ruby collar. He dangled the symbol of his possession before her, the latched swaying back and forth, back and forth. She met his challenging gaze and lifted her chin.

It was fake.

It was prop for the mission.

She knew where it came from and why he had it. Even understanding the purpose and necessity didn’t change her reaction—she wanted it to mean something more.

With a satisfied smirk, Steele fit the collar around her throat. He then pulled the tie off the end of her braid and he shook it loose. Her hair spilled around her shoulders, and he smoothed the long strands over her bare breasts, cupping and molding the silken strands to her quivering flesh.

“God. You are gorgeous,” he murmured and plucked at her nipples. “This look, right here, is for my eyes only. When we are out, you wear your hair up. When we’re alone, it’s down and loose. Do you understand?”

She wanted to remind him that when they were alone, the charade was on hold and they were just two team members on a mission, but the words didn’t come.

For the length of time it took to take down Korovin, Steele was her Dom and she his submissive. Yes, this was another role, another con, but she wouldn’t be able to go back and forth. Her mind couldn’t take it. And her heart?

No.

Her heart didn’t matter.

Circumstances being what they were, she knew there was no way she could keep him. Her past,
their
past, wouldn’t allow for that.

But for now… her body belonged to him.

“I understand, Sir.”

The snarl returned to his lips and he moved his hands behind her. The tick-tick-tick of the teeth of his fly releasing sent more tremors across her skin. She didn’t know what was sexier—the look in his eyes as he stared at her in the mirror or his moan as his cock was finally free.

He returned his hands to her breasts as he ground the hot length of his bare cock against her panties covered ass. He was so hot, so hard as the crown tickled the base of her spine with each upstroke.

“Look at me,” he commanded when her eyes rolled back in bliss. “Look at us.”

It took a monumental effort to open her eyes and watch his hands dwarf her large breasts as he massaged them. She could barely keep her head up as it was, and relaxed it against his chest.

“Watch,” he said, and his right hand skimmed down her abdomen to the tiny triangle of her white silk panties. Part of his hand disappeared as he wedged his hand beneath the fabric.

“Fuck,” he growled as he fisted her hair. Pulling her head to the side, he exposed the column of her throat. “You’re so wet. And bare.”

She was more than wet. She was positively drenched, allowing his fingertips to slip and slide against the folds of her sex with ease. He teased the opening of her slit, dipping in now and again to briefly brush her clit, then go back to rubbing the outer lips.

It was torture. Pure torture. She wiggled her hips in an attempt to get his thick finger inside her, but he refused to do more than maintain the light circular motion. Damn it, she needed more.

And the bastard knew it too. Mischief glittered in his dark eyes as he rubbed his goatee into the crook of her neck and played her body like an instrument.

“I have to tell you, Alayna. I wasn’t sure how I’d like going undercover, but I’m liking it. I’m liking it a lot.” He withdrew his hand and licked her wetness from his fingers. “Mmmm. You taste good. Here.”

He painted her lips with her juices before turning her to claim her mouth in another punishing kiss.

When he tore his mouth from hers, leaving her lips feeling swollen and needy, he moved lower, dragging his tongue down her neck, biting just enough to hurt.

“Mmm…” Her voice was ragged, her brain clogged with desire. “Bite me, Steele. Please.”

“Naughty girl.” He stripped her panties down her legs. “Step out. Go into the bedroom. Lie down on the bed. On your back. Hands above your head. Legs spread. Go.”

He stared at her. She stared back, nibbling her bottom lip. This was it. No turning back and she knew it. His palm held her cheek and she leaned into his touch. “I won’t hurt you, Alayna. Not intentionally at least.”

“Promise?” Her fingers came up and covered her lips but it was too late. She closed her eyes, wanting to hide. To flee. To disappear like she was trained to do.

Lifting her chin, he waited. Waited for her to be brave. Waited for her to look at him. So close he stood as he stared down at her.

“Promise.”

A single word and a nod of his head. That was all he offered. And apparently all she needed.

Somehow she managed to walk away from him into the bedroom. The sheets were cold on her back as she collapsed on the bed and positioned her body as instructed.

Click
. Darkness encompassed her as he turned off the light in the bathroom. She strained to hear his movements, but the only sound she detected was the harshness of her breathing and the pounding of her heart.

This was insane. Completely insane.

And the most exciting moment of her life.

Suddenly the bedside lamp flicked on, revealing Steele standing by the bed. A very naked Steele. A deliciously naked Steele.

A giggle almost rippled out of her, but she choked it down. The urge to laugh wasn’t due to his appearance, well, it was, but not because there was the slightest thing funny about it. The man was a god. A freaking god with thighs like tree trunks and muscles that flexed and moved beneath the beautiful ink covering part of his arm and the side of his abdomen. She loved tattoos, especially his. They added to his bad boy edge. And then there was his big fleshy cock. It curved toward his washboard belly. Thick veins ran along the surface and wrapped around the solid shaft, turning her on even more. Precum glistened at the tip of the smooth and pink crown, and the shaft looked huge as he wrapped his hand around the base and stroked it.

His smile was a flash of white in his goatee. “Tell me, Alayna. Tell me what you’re thinking right now.”

“I can’t,” she stuttered. “I can’t…think for wanting you.” She glanced up at him and then down to his hand.

The mattress dipped as he climbed on the bed. When he grabbed her wrists, her back arched beneath him.

“Keep your hands up. Got it?”

A simple nod was all she could manage.

Heat radiated from him, surrounding her. Her clit throbbed when he wedged his hips roughly between her thighs and the slick crown stroked her slit. My God, she was going to come even before he entered her.

Right on the edge she sucked in a sharp breath and he moved away.

“Patience, sweetheart. Patience.” The soft yet scratchy feel of his scruff abraded her sensitive skin as he licked at her nipples, pushing her farther into madness. “Were you this hasty as an agent, or am I special?”

He didn’t wait for an answer, which was good. Coherent speech was a thing of the past.

With teeth and tongue, he nipped and licked his way down to her navel where he paused, his gaze locking with hers. She loved the devilish gleam in his eye. He gave her a playful grin as he pushed her legs wider apart. “Are you watching?”

As if she could tear her gaze away.

“Pretty. Wet.” He nuzzled her outer lips and his hot breath washed over her throbbing clit.

Please. Please. Please.

Finally. He leaned forward and buried his tongue against her wet folds, sucking the tip of her swollen clit between his lips.

“Fuck you taste like heaven,” he rasped against her wet flesh.

She moaned as his fingers slid into her tight heat and rubbed a circle deep inside on her g-spot. Her sex clutched at his fingers as he brought her pussy flush against his mouth, sucking the tip of her clit as his fingers stroked her inner walls.

Right there, right there, right there, no!

One second she was tipping off the edge into sweet oblivion, and the next he was gone and an air-conditioned breeze blew across her wet flesh. “Steele?”

“Condoms. Condoms. Where the fuck are the condoms?”

If she had the strength, she would have laughed at the sight of him tearing through their luggage, a man on a mission until he gave a victorious shout as he lifted a box into the air as if he found buried treasure.

As a reward, she spread her legs further apart in an open invitation.

“Damn, you’re dangerous.” He chuckled, tearing open the package with his teeth while stroking his cock from the tip to the base before rolling it on.

As slow as a jaguar stalking his prey, he returned to the bed and stared at her with an unhurried appraisal. Such a confident man, he made her feel feminine under his appreciative stare.

He crawled over her then dragged the head of his cock over her already sensitive clit, making her shudder. He didn’t waste any time, slanting his hips and plunged inside her with one quick thrust. She sucked in a breath as pleasure burst across her skin as her core stretched to accommodate his size.

He paused and his eyebrows drew together. “Don’t fight me, baby. I know you can take me.”

“So big,” she moaned, moving her feet on the mattress trying to process him. Them.

Fuck, he was even bigger than he looked, but damn it was amazing. So full, the pleasure and pain fusing together, leaving her lightheaded and on the verge of coming from that one solid thrust. But she craved more.

Yesss.
He began to move, pressing and shoving into her in the most delicious way. She wrapped her legs around his ass and held on, lost to sensation. Her sex clenched around his surging shaft and still, she needed more.

“Is that all you…got?” she panted.

He stilled, all of his muscles tensing save the hard throb of his cock in her core. His nostrils flared and his hips drew back then lunged, deep, deep, so deep.

“Fuccckkkk…”

Above her the giant turned into a beast, grunting and sweating as he moved up on his knees with each thrust. It hurt, it hurt so good. But she needed him to hurt her, use her, punish her, make her pay for her mistakes and the lives she ruined.

“Beg me,” he told her.

Tears streamed down her face as the most indescribable pleasure coursed through her body, and Steele was there with her, his teeth grazing her ear, licking and biting while his hand slid down her belly to her pussy lips. Parted them, finding her swollen clit and began to tap and pinch the sensitive bud.

“Now, woman,” he growled, and covered her mouth with his free hand.

Blackness fell over her vision as she shattered, splintering into infinite shards then snapping back together in a sonic boom which rolled on and on while she screamed into his hand. For long, drawn out seconds her body convulsed and shuddered as he plundered her clutching sex.

When her vision cleared, she was further rewarded by the vision of Steele with his head thrown back, the chords in his neck standing out in sharp relief, as well as every vein in his upper body. His cock jerked inside her as he filled the condom separating them. In the back of her mind she wanted to giggle at how he actually turned as hard as steel above her, but at the moment she couldn’t do more than flounder and struggle for air under his massive weight.

She might have passed out, at the least she closed her eyes for a really long time, until he shifted to the side with his meaty arm hugging her around the waist.

“Alayna?” he rasped.

She turned her head in his direction and slowly opened her eyes. The cloud of sex dissipated at the sight of red liquid beading on his lower lip.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, his body tensing, ready to act.

Her hand trembled as she reached out and touched the area beside the cut. “You’re bleeding.”

“I am?” The tip of his tongue flicked out.

Had she bit him during one of his drugging kisses? No. And she didn’t taste blood on her lips.

It had been him. He’d bit his own lip they both realized at the same time.

He chuckled. “Dangerous. Told you.”

She made him lose control. The simple admission brought the tears back to her eyes. Her emotions a wild roller coaster from joy to despair. Steele was her sexual match. A rare find. But she wasn’t his. This wasn’t real. When the mission was over, they’d go their separate ways, never to cross paths again.

In all the years she’d worked undercover, she never wished for the con to be more real than she did at that moment.

Fine spy she was.

Mission log: Day one.

Failed.

Reason.

She fell in love with her partner.

Chapter Six

Who was Alayna Devlin?

A foot of space separated them from where she lay beside him on the mattress. Part of him felt as if they were on opposite sides of the Grand Canyon while at the same time she was inside him.

The idea was madness. All he knew was they shared a need for revenge and a good fuck. Okay, a phenomenal fuck. If he were being honest, the best fuck of his life. But fucking was all it could be.

Her cries as she came…as she begged…

Damn.

She probably didn’t even know she said
please
over and over again before he made her come.

A tiny voice stirred in the back of his mind, telling him that he was delusional, and that he knew her. Somehow he knew the heart of the woman lying beside him, but he punched the fucker back down and reminded himself of the present. They were on a mission, and the night before had been a game. A test. Could they play their roles, and the answer had been a resounding yes. That was all.

The bright glare of the Las Vegas sunshine filtered in through the thick windowpane onto Alayna’s sleep softened face. Marks of his possession covered her body. He’d been rough on her, rougher than he probably should have been. The little vixen had begged for it, pushed him to beyond reason, and with the scent of her sex in his nose, he found he’d do anything to give her what she asked.