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He should have taken more care, but damn if the sight of his whisker burns on the curve of her breast didn’t have blood rushing back to his cock. The urge to roll her on to her stomach and take her from behind raced in his veins. He was an animal around her. A filthy, perverted animal who wanted to see how depraved he could make her. The only thing stopping him from doing that was the suspicion she’d ask him for more. They had a mission, and it was not to see how many ways he could make her come. Taking out Korovin was their only priority. But afterward…

No. They had no afterward. Ever.

“Are you going to stare at me all morning, or get me breakfast?” she asked with her eyes still closed.

“Why should I be the one getting you breakfast?”

“You are my Dom and it is your responsibility to take care of me. And I’m hungry.”

“Well as my submissive, you’re supposed to take care of my needs. But if you’re really hungry, I got something for you right here.” He grabbed the base of his cock and aimed the heavy stalk in her direction.

“No thank you. I’m a vegetarian.” Her lashes fluttered as she tried not to smile.

For a former CIA spy, he expected her to be serious all of the time, but he’d already come to the realization Alayna was anything but ordinary. She was warm, and had a dry sense of humor. Feminine softness covered a rigid core of determination. He wanted to hug her to his chest. She had demons. He knew she did.

“Where did you get this?” he asked and ran his finger along the scar hidden beneath the fall of her bangs. He had noticed another along the slender line of her jaw, close to her right ear. Still more crisscrossing marks decorated her ribs. 

Her lashes fluttered again. “Car accident. Punctured lung. Lost my spleen. Some broken bones. I lived.” She shrugged then laid her palm on the words scrawled over his rib cage.

For He Today That Sheds His Blood With Me Shall Be My Brother.

Her gaze flicked to his shoulder buried into the mattress. There he had a skull resting over an ornate cross bearing a seat of wings with the words
Force Recon Ready
.

“I like your tattoos,” she said. “The artist does good work.”

Messaged received. She didn’t like talking about the accident. Understood. He didn’t like talking about his tattoos. Now hers on the other hand. He traced the script under her left breast, and grinned as a little gasp escaped her lips at his touch “Hmm, what’s this?
Penance.
How long have you had this?”

“Since a week ago.” She shied away from his finger. “When working undercover any identifying marks is normally a no-no. Poppy thought the wife of an MC President would have tattoos, so we talked about it. I’ve wanted something for a while. This fit.”

He wanted to ask more but she avoided his gaze and escaped from her side of the bed. “Breakfast. Go get food while I’ll shower, pretty please. Then I’ll hack into the hotel’s database and locate our birthday boy.”

Once her naked backside disappeared behind the bathroom door, he groaned and ran his hand over his face, scratching at his goatee. Damn, he loved watching her walk away.

Love.

Nope. Not going there. He did
not
love teasing her. Just as he did not love her soft smiles, or the way her pussy clamped down on his cock, or the way her eyes glazed over as she came. And he most especially did not love the way she made him feel just by being in the same room as him.

He liked her. But he did not love a damn thing about her.

Alayna was right. It was time for breakfast. Low blood sugar was known to jack up a man’s thinking.

He slipped on a pair of track pants and a t-shirt and did his best to ignore the sound of the shower and the mental image of Alayna soaping up her creamy curves in the next room.

He went off in search for some real food while picturing the look on her face if he actually brought her back something vegetarian.

* * * * *

If she developed skin cancer on this mission, she was billing Warbucks for her treatment. Alayna pushed her sunglasses up her sweat and sunscreen slickened nose and settled deeper into the extra-wide chaise lounge.

At this time of day, the heat from the sun was just starting to loosen, barely, and the families who still believed Las Vegas was a family destination had gone inside for late lunches and afternoon naps, leaving the hotel pool area to those who were looking to see and be seen. Men and women in their most daring swimwear flirting and searching for that last minute hook up to spend a night on the town with.

And Alayna was no exception. She wore a teeny tiny red bikini that might as well have been a neon sign flashing the word “easy pickings.”

Many of the world’s hotels had switched to a web based registration system, which made it almost too easy for her hack into the database. Korovin was the primary contact for the reservation made for Vasily Laskin. The son of Red Wolf’s third in command was staying in the Villas. That part of the hotel was exclusive to high rollers, celebrities and foreign dignitaries where each suite was more like a high-rise penthouse complete with butler, personal chef and a private entrance. It even boasted an endless pool in every suite.

But unless Laskin’s reservation was wrong or he’d packed a suitcase full of women, he and his friends would be without female companionship. Of course, he could have tipped the butler a hefty sum to do the deed and bring in some girls, however Poppy’s research indicated that Laskin was a cheap little prick and preferred to leach off others who wished to placate the son to make his father happy. Which was why Alayna was stationed on a corner lounge in the Vegas version of a meat market, conveniently located next to the cabana Laskin had reserved for the day. All she had to do was wait for Laskin and his friends to make an appearance.

Her patience was rewarded when she spotted the quartet of young men pausing at the entrance to a take a sweeping glance at the talent and hone in on their targets.

Taking full advantage of the topless option of the “adults only” area of the pool, she leaned forward and untied the string of her bikini. After she pulled the garment free, she dropped it into the bag by her chair then withdrew a bottle of suntan lotion. A quick glance from the corner of her eye confirmed she captured the attention of the group. At the same languid pace, she shot a stream of lotion into her palm, then smoothed the cream onto her naked breasts.

Target captured.

Dumbasses.

The four men made a beeline for their cabana and a fist fight almost broke out to determine who got to sit closest.

Once they settled into their seats, she reclined and posed as if she were resting while the boys spoke in Russian, discussing in vulgar terms the different ways they wanted to fuck her.

She glanced at them with a smile that was a bit more teeth than she probably meant to show. “It is not polite to speak of all the dirty things you want to do to me without even introducing yourselves.”

Their conversation came to a sudden halt and they turned to her with mouths open in surprise.

“You speak Russian?” asked the one she recognized from photos as Laskin.

“
Ya.
My mother and father are from Odessa. Where are you from?”

“Moscow.” He gestured to his friends. “All from Moscow.”

“Hmmm.” She nodded. “And you live in the States now?”

“No. We are here to celebrate.”

“Sorry it took me so long, sweetheart,” Steele said as he appeared next to her chaise with a tall pink drink in his hand. “You know how my business calls can get out of hand.”

Now it was her turn for her eyes to bulge out of their sockets as she drank in the perfection of a shirtless Steele in tight black swim trunks and glistening with sweat. Those damn nipple rings glinted in the sunlight, just begging to be tugged between her teeth until she drove him crazy with lust.

Thank goodness she had her sunglasses in place, to hide her reaction as she turned away from him with a huff. “I thought you forgot about me. Luckily these men arrived to keep me company.”

“Sorry, peaches.” He sat beside her on the lounge and kissed her cheek. “I brought you back those fruity drinks I know you love.”

“Thanks, baby.” She took the drink, palming the tiny beacon he also handed to her and settled the wet glass between her breasts. “Ah, that is so refreshing.”

“You’re such a tease,” Steele murmured under his breath. “Who are your friends?”

“I don’t know. They’re being coy and won’t tell me.” She set her glasses on top of her head to pout prettily up at Laskin, but his wide-eyed stare was latched onto Steele. She couldn’t blame him. The man was impressive after all.

“What’s your name, son?”

“I am Vasily, but you call me Bear.”

Ice cold vodka and cranberry went up her nose as she choked back a laugh. “Ooo, Bear. I like that.”

His smile widened and he introduced the rest of his friends.

“I’m Jonathan,” Steele said and spooned up next her, settling his hand on the flat of her bare belly. His thumbs grazed the undersides of her breasts. “This here is my bride, Vera. We just got hitched last week.”

The boys’ faces fell as they murmured their congratulations.

“Tell me, boys.” Steele’s hand slid up to lightly cup her breast. “Don’t I have the sexiest wife in the world?”

“Oh,
ya.
Very sexy. Beautiful.” They all nodded enthusiastically, watching her husband fondle her.

“You fellows aren’t from around here, are you?” Steele asked.

“They’re from Moscow,” she answered and pressed her hip into his groin and the hard ridge of his erection. If he wanted to play, the game was on. “We are practically kissing cousins.”

“No wonder you’re so excited to see them.” He twisted her nipple and the boys groaned.

She grabbed the side of the chaise to keep from twisting one of his rings. “Bear said they were celebrating, but he didn’t get a chance to say what.”

“It is my birthday,” he announced loudly and with a proud smile.

“You came all this way from Moscow to celebrate your birthday?” Steele asked. “What for?”

He spread out his hands. “To party. To drink, and dance.”

“And the pussy,” his friend added with a wink.

“
Ya.
And the gambling.”

“And the pussy,” his other friend added.

“
Ya.
And the pussy.” His hot gaze raked over Alayna from ponytail to toes. “The beautiful, sexy pussy.”

Steele’s fingers tightened around her breast. “Well it sounds like you’re having my kind of fun.” Steel continued to fondle her and gave her a devilish smile and a wink.

Oh. Game. On.

“Baby, can I wish Bear a happy birthday?”

His expression never changed, but she saw a muscle in his jaw tick. “Of course.” Steele’s breath was hot in her ear as he whispered, “Make it real good.”

Oh, he wanted a show did he? He’d get a show.

She walked the few steps over to Laskin with an extra wiggle in her hips and sat down sideways on his lap, draping her arms around his shoulders.

“Happy birthday,” she cooed and kissed the young man square on the mouth.

Kissing Laskin was like kissing a rock as he sat motionless beneath her.

When she pulled away, she saw he was staring over at Steele in fear and confusion, probably thinking this birthday was going to be his last.

Steele shook his head with a stormy frown on his face. “Is that all you’ve got, boy? You have the hottest piece of ass in the world on your lap. Fucking kiss her back.”

“
Ya?”
he asked.

“Happy birthday.” Steele nodded.

He didn’t have to tell Laskin twice as he devoured her mouth and tried to count all of her teeth with his tongue. She moaned and wiggled in appreciation as she speared her hands into his hair, then around to the sides of his head. While the young man ate at her mouth, she slipped the tiny bead-size beacon past his lips. Now they would be able to track his location.

Laskin grew bolder and moved his fingers from his hips to the insides of her thighs.

She grabbed onto his wrist. “I can only kiss. You’d have to get very special permission to get at anything else.”

“I thought you American girls did what you wanted?”
he asked in Russian.
“You do as he says?”

She ran a finger over her collar.
“This means I do everything, he says. You want me? You have to be nice to him. Disrespect him or his property.”
She shook her head.
“You won’t see another birthday.”

Laskin laughed until he realized she was serious. One look at Steele confirmed the man watched them carefully.

“Thank you for sharing your wife,” Laskin stuttered and Alayna bit back a smile. Without his father right behind him, he was all bark and no bite.

Steele reclined in his seat with a nod. “You’re very welcome. Hope you guys have some big plans for tonight while you’re in Vegas. Great place to party.”

Laskin and his friends nodded, then one of them grabbed Laskin by the shoulder and whispered in his ear. The few words Alayna could pick out made her want to jump in triumph.

“Mr.…?” Laskin’s eyebrows rose.

“Reid. Jonathan Reid.”

He nodded and glanced at Alayna again. “Mr. Reid, I am having party tonight. Small gathering. But I wish for you to come. Your wife, too. I think you will like it.”

“A party?” She bounced on Laskin’s lap. “Where?”

He whispered. “You have heard of the Purple Curtain?”

“The Purple Curtain? Ooo,” She squeezed his arm. “I’ve always wanted to go. Can we, baby? Please.”

“That’s mighty kind of you to invite us, but we wouldn’t want to intrude. It being your birthday and all.”

“No intrusion. I insist. Vera, and you, will be most welcome.”

“Well, if my peaches wants to go, we can make some time.”

“Thank you!” She jumped up and crawled over his lap to press her slick breasts into his chest. She gave him a kiss, then scrambled back to her feet before she decided to linger. “If we’re going to play, I better freshen up. I want to make sure I look my best for you.” She pulled a cover up on.