Commander

by Sienna Snow

  “Shoot me, you asshole.” Ameera shouted in Urdu as she thrashed in Tarik’s arms and tried to kick out toward Hamir. “I’d rather die than let you sell me to that old man whose money you need so much. You aren’t my father. Travis Angelo is my father. You’re nothing but a sperm donor.”

  As soon as the words were out, Tarik slapped Ameera again and then threw her against the side of the truck. I jumped in her direction, catching her before she slammed onto the ground. I cradled her body against mine as we slid to the dirt.

  “You need to show him some respect. He is your king. You will never speak to him like that again.”

  “She is an American citizen, asshole. She has no king.”

  The sounds of helicopters echoed off the mountains, and I knew our support would be here any moment.

  “Abbu, we have to get out of here. The military is doing a sweep.”

  “Get them into the car.”

  Ameera’s fingers worked their way under my shirt, and I felt her pull the piece in the front of my pants out.

  I rocked Ameera as if to comfort her and tugged out the gun at the back of my waist.

  “Let’s go.” Tarik grabbed my arm, hurling me up.

  I twisted out of his hold and held up my gun. “I’m not going anywhere with you.”

  “Very brave, but you have only one gun and there are two of us.”

  “Wrong.” Ameera stood and without another word, shot Hamir in the head.

  “No.” Tarik charged Ameera.

  I lifted the cocked gun, but before I could fire, a bullet pierced his forehead, and he dropped to the ground.

  In the next moments, two helicopters landed, Solon agents grabbed both Ameera and me, and we immediately lifted off.

  Chapter Eighteen

  A week after returning from Pakistan, I sat in the same room where I’d dressed for my wedding and prepared to have my first official dinner as the first lady. I was feeling jittery and restless. Like I needed to do something with my energy.

  Maybe my anxiety had to do with the fact that I kept waiting for the shoe to drop from Hamir’s death.

  International outlets had reported a rebel group loyal to the Burki, the original ruling clan of Janestan, as the ones responsible for Hamir’s and Tarik’s deaths. It helped that the Burki family had claimed they’d received word of an assassination plan to slaughter any and all dependents of their clan gave weight to the necessity of removing Hamir from power.

  Thankfully, Kartik had used his connections to erase any and all evidence of our involvement. He’d gone as far as staging Hamir’s and Tarik’s bodies near the Janestan boarder to keep nosey reporters away from the area where everything went down.

  This should have eased my mind, but all I kept thinking was that it seemed too neat and tidy for a mission of this caliber.

  Then there was the fact that I’d had no contact with Ameera after we landed on Kartik’s estate. Solon had essentially whisked her away to an undisclosed location. I knew it was standard procedure after a hostage situation, but all I wanted was to have a few words with her and give her a big hug. She was my sister in everything but blood and I couldn’t reach her.

  I released a deep breath, shifted in my seat, and rubbed my back.

  Damn, my body still ached from the rescue. Fieldwork was no longer my favorite thing.

  Normally, it would only take me a few days of locking myself in my house to recover. But this time, my body was screaming for sleep and sex. The need for sleep was normal but the desire for sex was a new one. And the fact, Ashur had spent the last ten days in Oslo and then traveled to various countries in Europe hadn’t helped.

  I had needs, and the man wasn’t here to satisfy them.

  Ameera had told me that sex quenched the adrenaline and endorphins released from high-stress situations.

  Thank God Ashur’s plane had landed a half hour ago. The moment we were alone tonight, I planned to jump his ass and not come up for air until I was satisfied.

  “Drink. This will settle your stomach.” Walter, my makeup artist, finished applying my lipstick and then set a sparkling water bottle with a straw in front of me.

  “Thanks.” I picked up the water and drank deep. “How’d you know?”

  “I have my ways. Plus, I can tell when a woman is restless. And that my dear, you are.”

  “Since when did you become the expert on women?”

  “Since forever. I have five sisters. I’m the last-ditch effort to get a boy and I’m the father of two girls.”

  I smiled at the mention of Walter’s twins. He and his partner of fifteen years had wanted to adopt for over a decade, with no success. Then they were given the opportunity to have biological children of their own via a surrogate. They jumped at the chance and now he was the proud daddy of two four-year-olds who adored him.

  “How are Allison and Trinity?”

  “Nice try.” Walter closed the lid to his makeup case and came toward me with a compact and brush. “No trying to change the subject. What gives? Man trouble already?”

  If he only knew. Well, that wasn’t true. I’d have to be around Ashur to have trouble with him.

  When the fuck had I become so needy?

  I lifted my hand to pinch the bridge of my nose.

  “I swear if you touch your face, I will smack your hand and I don’t care if you are the first lady.”

  I scowled at Walter, who was putting away makeup pallets in his roller case and had his back to me.

  “How can you see what I’m doing from over there?”

  “It’s a bad habit you’ve always had. Why do you think I threaten you with bodily harm if you mess with the perfection I created?”

  “Conceited much?” I muttered.

  “It’s not conceited if it’s a fact. Now what gives? From the news reports, you’ve been locked away in your ivory tower sick from a severe cold.”

  I winced inside and then glance at Casey, who was standing in the corner trying not to smirk at my irritation. He’d insisted it was best to leak I was sick to the press so they wouldn’t snoop, because no one wanted to see a runny-nosed first lady. And I guessed he was right, since all requests for interviews and meetings had stopped for the last week.

  “Stop stalling and tell me what the issue is so Walter can help solve your woes.”

  “I doubt you can fix my issue. I’m just…”

  Walter finished my sentence. “Horny?”

  My cheeks reddened. “Umm.”

  “So, I take it the ‘hot president’ is a rock star in bed.”

  “I’m not answering that.”

  “You’re such a prude sometimes. But I’m glad he thaws your ice-queen, all-business demeanor. It’s nice to know there’s a man that can get you all hot and bothered, even if he is a politician.”

  “Thanks, I think.”

  “Don’t scowl, you’ll ruin all my work. It was a compliment. Although I’ve never envisioned you being a girl who’s content doing charity projects while her politician husband is off saving the world.”

  That was something I was going to have to get used to too, but after Ameera’s rescue, it was what I’d set as my future.

  I couldn’t live the uncertainty of the high-stress life anymore, especially if Ashur and I were going to have a baby. I wanted to give our child the life my parents had given me—safe, secure, and full of love despite the craziness of the outside world.

  “Who says I can’t save the world with my projects? If you remember, No Bride was something I started.”

  “I see your point. Then why are you so restless?”

  “Because, as you said. She’s horny,” Ashur’s deep raspy voice answered from behind us.

  I turned my head in Ashur’s direction and nearly swallowed my tongue. He was dressed to the nines in a tux similar to the one he’d worn to our wedding day. He looked debonair with an edge of danger.

  His eyes burned with desire adding fuel to the inferno of need pulsing deep in my pussy.

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p; “Let’s go, Mrs. Kumar. We are due in the reception room in ten minutes.” He walked toward me with a wicked grin. Then, as I stood, he whispered in my ear, “And if you’re a good girl, I promise to fuck you senseless and make up for neglecting you these past ten days.”

  I released a sigh of relief as I sat down on my favorite bench in the rose garden and kicked off my heels.

  The reception and dinner had gone off without a hitch and now the dancing was in full swing. All in all, my worry about not knowing what I was doing was more my uneasiness with my role than the actual duties themselves. If I could learn the ropes and become a top-notch Solon agent, then I could suck it up and do my best as the first lady.

  “Can I join you, Tara?”

  I smiled and turned to the Viking who approached me. Xander Alexi was what some would call a cross between a Norwegian and Greek god. He had the striking blond hair and crystal blue eyes from his mother’s Nordic genetics and the tanned golden hue and long lean build of his father’s Mediterranean side. I remembered when Sam had first introduced me to him, I’d thought he was a pretty face with little in the brains department, when in fact he was a member of Mensa and probably one of the smartest people on campus.

  We’d had an attraction from the start, nothing like what happened with Ashur but one that was filled with fun, friendship, and mutual enjoyment. Our affair hadn’t gone beyond our years at Harvard, but our friendship had developed into something more like a brother-sister relationship. Enough so that I’d introduced him to the woman who’d become his wife and the love of his life.

  “Xander. How are you?” I gave him a quick hug. “Where’s Carina?”

  “Over there.” He gestured over his shoulder to the windows.

  In the distance a beautiful brunette danced with Xander’s father. She was a little over six months pregnant, wearing four-inch heels with her gown and smiling without a care in the world.

  “Those are serious pregnancy goals.”

  “My love would kill someone if they tried to take her designer shoes from her. I have a feeling she’ll be in labor and walking to the car in her favorite Louboutin sandals.”

  “Come sit.” I tapped the bench. “Take a load off.”

  He joined me and we stared into the night.

  “You might as well tell me what’s on your mind,” I said. “I can tell you’re dying to say something.”

  “I’m sorry I couldn’t be at the wedding.”

  “Honestly I’m glad you didn’t brave the chaos. Ash and I considered running away at least twenty times.”

  “That would have made some amazing headlines.”

  I couldn’t help but laugh. “Thankfully, neither of us were brave enough to actually go through with it.”

  “Do you regret not letting the world you two were already married?”

  My smile dropped. “Who told you?”

  “I have my sources.” Xander kept his gaze straight. “Ashur did exactly what I would have done if I lost Carina and had an opportunity to get her back. What I want to know is why you would marry him? And don’t say money, because that’s bullshit. If you truly needed money, all you’d have to was ask Samina or me. We’d have happily handed over a chunk of our inheritances.”

  “You know why.”

  I could never hide anything from Xander. This was why we made better friends and lovers. He called me on my bullshit.

  “Does he know?”

  “No.”

  “Going to tell him?”

  I stayed quiet. How could I tell Ashur I wanted to tear up the contract when he may not want me at all once he learned what I’d done or who I was.

  “I’m going to take your silence as a ‘I’m thinking about it’.”

  “You’re such an ass.”

  “Takes one to know one. Now I have another question for you.”

  I glanced at him. He was giving me his serious vibe all of a sudden.

  “Want to tell me how Ameera is doing after your adventure in Pakistan?”

  I glanced around to make sure no one heard him. If Xander knew about the operation, he was involved in things more than his shipping empire.

  “Who the fuck do you work for, Xan?”

  “It doesn’t matter. All you need to know is that we’re on the same side.”

  I knew it. I should have picked up on it years ago. Xander moved too fluidly for an international playboy. Even when he seemed relaxed, he would scan his surroundings. I’d chalked it up to an eccentricity of being known throughout the world and wanting to keep an eye out for paparazzi.

  “MI6?” I asked knowing he would never admit it.

  He smirked and then countered, “Solon?”

  “So that explains why we get along so well. We both have secrets neither of our significant others can know about.”

  “Carina knows. I told her as soon as I knew she was the one.”

  “Really?”

  “Yes. She deserved to know and make the decision if she could live with the life I led. Ashur deserves the same. His future could depend on it.”

  Guilt hit me. All I’d done was keep secrets from Ashur. Even when he tried and tried to get me to open up, I kept quiet. Now on top of everything, I’d gotten involved in an incident that could destroy his career.

  “How do I tell him?”

  “That’s something I can’t help you with. All I can say is do it sooner rather than later.” He picked up my hand and kissed my fingers. “Hamir’s sons have started a full-scale search for anyone with information on how their father and brother died. They know as well as we do that the Barki don’t have the means or capacity to launch an attack on their father or his convoy. This is about to blow up. Make sure Ashur is prepared.”

  I released a deep breath. I had no choice. I couldn’t let Ashur find out from someone else.

  “I’ll do it tonight.”

  A throat cleared behind us, making me stiffen.

  “Mrs. Kumar,” Casey said. “The president is looking for you.”

  I turned in the direction of the ballroom windows and winced. Ashur had a death glare focused in our direction.

  This was fabulous—not only would I have to explain my sordid past, but now I’d have to explain why I was sitting in a garden with my ex.

  There went any hopes of a night of hot, raunchy sex.

  Chapter Nineteen

  I walked into the study of the master suite a little before midnight to find Ashur sitting on the loveseat by the window. He stared at me, sipping his scotch. He’d thrown his tuxedo jacket over the arm of a nearby chair and his bowtie was undone. He had a brooding, almost predatory gleam in his gaze that had my heartbeat accelerating.

  “You left your own party.”

  “And.”

  I hesitated, not knowing what to do. He was in a mood and I wasn’t sure if I should try to placate the beast rumbling under the surface or run out of the room.

  I wasn’t one to run, so that left dealing with my surly husband.

  “It looks bad if the president decides he’s tired and disappears.”

  “I had enough of political jockeying. Now I have four words for you.”

  “And they are?”

  “Take off your clothes.”

  “What?”

  The last thing I expected was for him to touch me. The anger radiating off him when Xander and I had returned to the ballroom could have killed a battalion. It was as if the whole room had gotten cold, and the fact that he’d all but ignored me for the rest of the night hadn’t gone unnoticed by the guests.

  My husband had gone from hot and couldn’t stop touching me to wanting nothing to do with me. Now we were back to…well, I wasn’t sure what this was.

  “Take off your clothes, Tara.”

  The roughness of his words sent a shiver straight to my pussy, making me forget the uncertainty of a second earlier.

  “The contract says for my money, I get two children. That means I get to fuck you until our goal is achieved.”

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bsp; I swallowed. “Ashur, is this about Xander? We were only talking.”

  “Why would it be about the man who replaced me? Why would it be about the man who had you longer than I did? Why would it be about a man you still love?”

  “He is nothing more than a brother. He is married to the woman he loves more than life. Hell, I was one of his grooms’ people.”

  A growl erupted from his lips as he stood and stalked toward me. “That so-called brother of yours has seen you naked. He’s seen you come. He’s seen what is mine. He was kissing your hand tonight as a lover would.”

  “Oh, for the love of God, Ashur. Were you a monk while we were apart?” I cocked a hand on my hip, lifting my chin and trying desperately to keep my heart from exploding out of my chest. “From everything I learned, you fucked every eligible heiress around, not to mention all the military bunnies who put out for a man in uniform.”

  “So, you kept tabs on me.”

  “The same can be said for you.” I glowered up at him.

  Dammit, why the fuck was he so tall? I probably looked like a toddler trying to intimidate a giant.

  “You were mine from the time I popped your cherry. The fact we lived separate lives for over a decade doesn’t change that. Besides, I wanted to know about every man who’s touched your body.”

  “And what conclusion did you come to? Tell me, how many men have I been with?”

  “More than I like but less than what the public likes to believe.”

  When I’d made my first headline, rumors had swirled I was mistress to a Middle Eastern prince, then over the years I’d been linked to various influential personalities around the world. My relationships with each of the men were completely platonic but I hadn’t corrected the misconception, since it allowed me access to social circles I otherwise wouldn’t have been privy to interact with.

  Outside of Ashur and Xander, I’d had one other relationship. And I wouldn’t have called it a true relationship. It was more a casual way to scratch an itch with another Solon agent, whenever we’d been in the same place at the same time. The last time we’d seen each other was five years ago, right before I’d taken on the director role, where we’d decided it was better for him not to have a fling with his boss. He was now married and the father of two and one of Solon’s best agents.