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He turned and the fire of those blue eyes burned her. “I’m not a goddamn hero.”
He would never think so. And in that moment, something shifted in her for him.
She had no idea what, but she felt it. A man so bent on protection of those he loved.
“Do you have any idea how many men would have even looked for that little girl?
Who, if they had found her, would take her with them like you have?” His eyes didn’t
move from her. “Not very many. Not all men are like you, or your brothers. You don’t
want to endanger them. Fine, I understand that. But do you honestly think it matters
now?”
He didn’t say a word.
She continued and walked to him. “If they learn who you are, they will still target
your family if for no other reason than to draw you out.” Without thought, she reached
out and placed her hand on his chest, felt the beat of his heart. “If you’re at their place,
you can better keep an eye on them. You’ll know what to look for. They won’t.”
His eyes didn’t soften, but the fire banked. “I don’t like it.”
She nodded. “I know, and I don’t like your father, so we’ll both just have to live
with it.”
The intention flickered in his eyes as he leaned in and set his forehead against
hers. “You know what I want?” he asked softly.
She licked her lips. “I’m not giving you that.”
He grinned slow and sure. “We’ll see, but I wasn’t talking about that, though I do
think about it.” He paused and she wondered if he’d kiss her. Instead he continued. “I
want a beach, little umbrella drinks. No worries.”
“No hits?”
“That too. You like the beach?”
“Yes.” Deciding to give him something else to think about she added, “But I don’t
like tan lines.”
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CHAPTER SIXTEEN
November 14; 10:42 p.m.
Ian brushed his finger over Darya’s tear stained cheek. She’d cried herself back to
sleep. He’d been talking to Rori in the living area, planning tomorrow when her
whimpered cries and screams had brought them both running.
What did she see in her dreams? The nightmare she’d witnessed? More?
She hadn’t said more than that one word since yesterday. Zoy. Her sister?
Someone else?
He took a deep breath and left the light on. She lay on her side, her purple pajamas
with cats on them contrasting against the white sheets. Her arm was thrown over her bear.
He looked to the side where a doll still sat in the box. She apparently just liked the bear.
Ian leaned over and kissed her on the cheek, breathing her scent deep. “Dobroy
nochi. Devochka moya.”--Good night, my little girl.
And by God, she would be. She already was.
He had never thought of having kids, never thought of having a family. Families
could be used against men like him for any number of things.
But here, with this lost child clutching tight to the bear he’d given her, to see her
eyes crying from phantoms that stalked her, to feel those little arms wrap around his neck.
He wanted her. He wanted her to be his.
“Sweet dreams.”
He stood, double checked the windows and silently walked out of the room. Rori
stood in the doorway, her arms crossed over her chest as she leaned on the doorframe.
Dressed in a white hotel robe, her long legs peeked at him where the terry cloth
parted, one knee winking through. She seemed to be waiting for him.
Without a word, he walked to her, and pulled the door almost to, but left it
cracked.“She went to sleep easily enough,” she said. She rubbed her arms and added,
“You’re really good with her, you know? She needs that, right now.”
Without a word, he wrapped his arms around her and ignored her stiffening. After
a minute she sighed and wrapped her arms around him. “What the fuck are we doing?”
she whispered against his neck, her breath warm.
Ian could only shake his head. If he wanted, he could forget, just for a second that
this wasn’t real. That his wife, his daughter, his life, was just a façade. Like all the other
times.
“I can’t take her pain away, Rori,” he muttered.
Her head shook against his neck and she squeezed him tighter. “Not immediately,
no. But you will.”
He tightened his arms for a minute then let her go, taking her hand in his and
leading her back to the kitchen. For just a moment, he simply wished things were
different.
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Ian got them both water and handed her a bottle.
“Ready for tomorrow?” she asked, clearing her throat
He grunted and watched her, watched as she closed her mouth over the top of the
bottle and took a drink, the muscles in her throat working. He remembered what she
tasted like just there beneath her jaw, how soft her skin on her neck.
“What?” she asked.
He shook his head, set the water bottle on the counter and grabbed her hand,
jerking her to him.
Looking into those witch’s eyes, he said, “There’s a saying about temptations and
once tasted.”
“Is there?” she asked, cocking a brow She relaxed and ran her hand up the front of
his shirt.
“Yeah, there is.” He kept his eyes open as he leaned in, licked her lips and
watched her eyes widen.
Her tongue darted to out to tangle his. Her arms slid up his chest, wrapped around
his neck as she leaned into him.
Ian tilted his head and deepened the kiss, closing his eyes.
Her scent, spicy and exotic engulfed him. He wrapped his arms around her,
kissing her harder. Her teeth, nipped his tongue, his lips, her laughter a faint vibration as
he sighed.
“I’ve wanted to do this to you since I first laid eyes on you scoping me out.”
“Luv, if I was scoping you, you’d be dead.”
He grinned and pulled back, looking into her eyes. “Do you realize we know the
other’s darkest secrets and don’t give a bloody damn?”
A shadow shifted in her eyes. “Darkest secrets are relative. What’s bad to one
isn’t to another.”
“What’s that mean?” He started to lean back.
“You kill, I kill, we do our jobs and go on.” She grabbed his head and kissed him,
her teeth and lips coaxing his own. “I don’t want to talk about our bleeding jobs, right
now.”
He kissed her back, his hands unknotting the belt that held her robe together. She
gasped as he simply spanned her waist, the muscles tight beneath his hands. He wanted
more. He wanted all.
“What do you want to talk about?” he asked her, his hands gently squeezing on
her hipbones.
She pulled her bottom lip into her mouth her eyes on his. “I don’t want to talk at
all.”
His eyes darkened, and he breathed deep.
Without another word, he picked her up and set her on the countertop.
He should probably ask her if…
She grabbed his head between her hands and jerked him to her. “Are you as good
a lover as you are everything else?”
He pulled the collar of her robe off one shoulder and bit the side of her neck.
“Care to find out?”
She hissed when his other hand gently raked across her belly. “Are you going to
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talk all damn night? I’m not really a … aaahhhh.”
He licked her ear, his hand reaching up to barely graze the undersides of her
breasts with his thumb.
She leaned back and looked at him. “You know, Darya could wake up at any
moment.”
He looked at her. “True. But I want to enjoy this.”
She hooked her heels in the small of his back, and he felt her heat even through
his clothing and her robe. “You take too long to enjoy this and neither of us will even get
to experience this.”
Her eyes dared him.
He’d rarely passed up a dare. Grabbing her ass, her legs still hooked around him,
he easily carried her into the bedroom. He’d slept out on the couch last night, but
tonight….
He kicked the door shut and turned, trapping her against the side of it.
“Bloody hurry.”
He kissed her hot and open mouth. “I don’t want to bloody hurry.”
* * * *
Miami, Florida
Alla Gregary stood on the sidewalk of her hotel. The heels on her feet were
killers, but they made her legs look even better than normal. Her short tight dress, the
color of the sunset only complimented her tan.
She ignored one man, smiled at another as she waited on a cab.
The doorman, motioned with his finger just as another pulled to the curb.
Tonight she was going out. She’d kept a low profile thus far. Her beautiful house
in Kladno had been bombed. Damn bosses. But then Alla Gregary wouldn’t really worry
about such things would she? Elianya Hellinski would, but no one could find her.
Alla smiled. Changing identities was so easy. More easy than she would have
thought.One man whistled as he passed her.
She licked her lips and stared at him until the woman on his arm, jerked his
attention back around.
All men. She really had no use for men. She simply wanted to control them.
Climbing into the cab, she told the driver where she wanted to go.
She pulled her silver cell from her small, black evening bag. She dialed the
numbers and waited. Finally the voice on the other end answered.
“It’s me,” she said.
Her contact said, “Where are you?”
Alla laughed. “Like I would tell you that.”
“I need to know. Things are going to hell faster than anyone can guess.”
She purred, “Are they really? That’s too bad, no?” She didn’t care what was
happening.
“I need --” the contact started.
Alla interrupted. “I need.”
“Don’t you always?” the voice snapped.
Alla laughed, throaty and husky as she always had, noticed the driver glance at her
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and run his gaze to her advertised cleavage. Men were so easy.
“I want a name.”
The silence on the other end went on so long she thought the contact had hung up.
“Are you still there?”
“Yes.” A sigh. “What name?”
“Petrolov’s.”
The voice hissed. “I’ve given you his aliases.”
“Exactly. I want his name”
No answer.
“If you don’t, it’ll only take one phone call and your life will come crashing
down,” she said into the phone.
“Fine. But he’s being taken care of. The plan is for tomorrow.”
Alla thought about it. She really wanted that bastard. He’d ruined everything for
her and had always treated her with distain. A saint who played the sinner.
“Just incase you … aren’t successful. I want a name.”
The driver was watching her too closely. She ran a finger down her breasts, down
her torso.
His eyes widened and she laughed when he almost hit the car in front of them.
Another sigh.
“One call,” she threatened.
“Fine. Ian. Kinncaid. His real name is Ian Kinncaid.”
The line went dead.
Alla smiled.
* * * *
Washington, D.C.
Rori took a deep breath. Please don’t let him stop. She wasn’t deluding herself.
She knew this wasn’t some big act of the ‘L’ word on his part. Or it was, but of lust.
His hands, those long fingered hands….
Her head hit the door as she leaned back. His mouth nipped at her neck. He lifted
her higher and licked a line on her breasts.
She took a deep breath and speared her fingers in his hair.
“We’re mad, barking mad.”
He chuckled, the gravelly sound vibrating against her chest.
When his mouth closed over her breast, she arched into him. God the pull, straight
to her gut, a lust tipped bullet that rocketed her libido.
“Hurry,” she said to him.
He lifted his eyes and she watched him as he laved at her. Then he trailed wet
kisses over to her other breasts, all the while watching her.
She licked her lips. “We don’t have time to dilly-dally.”
He chuckled again. “Oh, we’re going to dilly-dally.”
She rocked her hips against him.
He paused, frowning. “I don’t have a condom.”
No. She took a deep groaning breath then said, “I’m clean. Are you?”
He nodded. “Hell, yes. Where I worked, I was too selective.”
“When was the last time you slept with anyone?” she asked him.
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He thought, frowned. “Several months ago. Some college chick.”
She laughed. “Tested?”
“Two months ago. I’m clean.”
“Cor Blimey, then just get on with it.”
One corner of his mouth kicked up.
She started to unbutton his shirt. “Bugger this.” She grabbed each side and ripped.
Buttons flew and pinged across the room.
His grin grew. “You want me bad.”
She leaned in and sucked on the side of his neck, marking him. He hissed.
His hands went back to her bare skin and pulled and jerked the robe away until it
fell behind her, only hanging onto her shoulder and elbow.
“Are you on the pill?” he asked as his hands ran up her thighs.
“Children aren’t an option for me. Can’t have them. I’m sterile.” His hand stopped
and she opened her eyes looking at him. He seemed angry.
“I’m not lying.” Fuck she did not want to get into this now. “You want my bloody
medical records?”
He blinked and shook his head. “Sorry. Someone tried to get me to marry her by
lying about a pregnancy once.”
“Fine, I’ll kill the bitch tomorrow, can we just get on with it?” Her breath
shuddered out.
His fingers gripped the backs of her thighs, his arm muscles bunched. And still
those eyes burned. She took his face in her hands. “I will never be able to have kids. No
amount of medicine or technology will change that.”
She kissed him. She didn’t want to think about what she couldn’t do, what was
lost to her because of….
No.
She wanted to forget. Forget and just live in the moment. Too many reminders
lately. Too many dark thoughts.
“Kiss me,” she urged him. “Make love to me. Or I’ll tie you to the bed.”
He laughed, his features easing. “Promise
s, promises.”
He grazed one finger so near, so near. She wiggled and he slapped her ass. “My
way.”
“Your way would take all bloody night.”
“A man does have fantasies.”
Then those fingers were skimming her, running the length of her. Her breath
shuddered out.
“God you’re already wet.”
His fingers pierced her and she arched, moaning as his teeth brought a nipple into
his mouth. Wicked hands. They played her until she was writing against the door,
moaning.
“Please, please. Ian. Please.” She looked into the blue depths of his eyes. The
hardened features on his face.
He grinned, but it wasn’t an amused grin She felt one of his hands leave her, felt
him opening his pants.
“Hurry,” she said again, rocking against him.
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Ian looked into her eyes and wondered what madness possessed them. He wanted,
just for now, to forget everything. Everything but her and what they pretended to be.
She was so damn responsive. Matching him in need, in wants, in his world where
shadows met light and still were black. Where there was rarely any sanity.
Finally, he freed himself. She was there, her legs locked around him, her robe half
hanging off of her waiting.
For him.
He played her again with his fingers, dancing over the bundle of nerves that…
She gasped and arched. He grinned, fitted himself to her and surged inside.
God she was tight, wet and felt….
Right.
He watched her eyes widen, she pulled back and slid back on him.
Without a word, he shook his head, hooked first one arm, then his other beneath
her knees, keeping his hands on the wall. He slid even deeper and she moaned.
Her breathing quickened.
“My way,” he said, keeping control of the pace, of her, of them.
Her head tilted back and the long line of her neck was beautiful in the low light of
the bedroom, her skin dark and beckoning against his own.
He pushed against her.
“I’ve wanted this,” he muttered still watching her, watching the way he could
make this woman who was so in control, lose it.
Was there anything more alluring?
Her legs trembled. “Ian. Gawd. Ian.”
He drove deeper, harder, faster. Sweat broke out on his forehead.
“I can do this to you,” he whispered into her ear, just as he plunged again.