Dark Seduction

by Cheyenne McCray

  He grabbed her blouse and ripped it open, surprising her and sending buttons pinging on the hardwood floor. Cool air skimmed her belly. She hesitated, then made up her mind. She unbuckled her belt and put it and her holster with her Sig Sauer on the sofa table.

  “My, what a big gun you have,” he murmured before his mouth bruised hers again. “Do you have cuffs to go along with it?”

  A gasp rose up inside her as he drew back. “I have them but only use them when I have to disable someone dangerous.”

  “Am I dangerous enough?” he asked.

  “Oh, definitely.” She loved his taste, loved his masculine scent. It filled her, made her almost dizzy with need.

  He pushed her shirt down her arms, the silk brushing her skin as he let it drop to the floor. He unfastened her bra, his fingers easily finding the hooks, and he stripped it from her and flung it to the side. Her breasts filled his hands when he cupped them and she moaned as he stroked her nipples with his thumbs in slow, easy circles.

  A groan spilled from her lips when he brought his mouth to her nipple. He flicked his tongue over the hard nub and she clenched her hands in his silky hair. Simply breathing became harder and harder as he sucked and licked her nipples, and she felt herself grow more and more damp between her thighs.

  She reached for the button of his Levis, her fingers moving down his taut abs to his waistband. His jeans hung low on his hips and she managed to undo the button and pull the zipper down. She pushed his jeans to his thighs then dug her fingers into his shoulders as he took her nipple between his teeth.

  He brought his lips to hers again, his tongue delving into her mouth and tasting her. She let go of his ass and wrapped her fingers around his cock. She groaned as she held it, not sure she could wait much longer to feel the thickness of it inside her.

  She kicked off her shoes, wanting him to strip away her jeans. The way his fingers found the button, it was as if he read her mind. He unzipped her jeans and shoved them down to her ankles, leaving her in nothing but her red panties.

  His hands caressed her through the lace and silk as he palmed her ass, before he pushed them down, too. She didn’t have to step out of them. They fell away from her feet as he caught her by her ass again and raised her so that her thighs were wrapped around his hips, his cock pressing against her folds as he pushed her up against the wall again. His jeans were still at his hips and she felt the tough cotton brushing her legs.

  He broke the kiss and looked down at her. His chest rose and fell, his breathing as hard as hers was. He reached into his front pocket and brought out a condom package. He tore it open with his teeth before rolling the condom onto his cock that looked so big, so thick that she knew he was going to feel hard and tight inside of her.

  “Ready for me, Tori?” His blue eyes met hers as he put his erection at the entrance to her core.

  “Yes.” She squirmed, wanting him so badly that she could hardly stand it.

  He thrust his cock and she cried out from the tightness, the fullness. It had been much too long since she’d had a man inside her.

  He fucked her up against the wall, driving into her again and again and again. His naked chest rubbed against her nipples, his hips working between her thighs in hard thrusts. He took her with power, like a caged animal suddenly released.

  She dug her fingers in his shoulders again as if to control the beast he’d become. As she looked into his eyes she swore she saw his image flicker as if he wasn’t totally there physically. Yet she could feel him just as intensely. She caught her breath, but when she squeezed her own eyes shut then opened them, he looked normal.

  My imagination, she thought as she fell into the rhythm of him taking her. From somewhere inside she felt an orgasm building… and building… She could barely see straight as she looked into his gaze.

  Her climax slammed into her at the same time she thought she saw him flicker again. She cried out, screaming at the intensity of the orgasm. She’d never felt anything like it in her life. Her entire body throbbed and jerked and her eyes nearly crossed.

  They next thing she knew, she was no longer up against the wall and he was kicking off his jeans and boxers. He picked her up and carried her, then stopped when he reached the plush rug in the living room. He went down onto his knees as he pulled out of her then turned her so that she was on her hands and knees.

  He put his hand on the back of her neck and pressed hard, forcing her down so that her cheek was against the rug, her ass in the air. With one hand still holding her down in a dominant pose, he grasped her hip with his other hand and drove inside her.

  He fucked her hard, slamming his hips against her ass, his cock reaching places deep within her that had never been touched before.

  She’d never, ever been taken like this before. It was primal, like he was some kind of beast. And it was making her so hot she could hardly maintain coherent thought. Another oncoming orgasm warmed her, starting low in her abdomen before it burst, flooding her with heat and stars shooting in her mind.

  A growl filled the air that nearly frightened her but made her body throb even more. She’d never felt a cock pulsing inside her like his did. Hard and throbbing, continuing on like his climax would never end. It drew out her own orgasm until she didn’t think she could take anymore.

  And then he braced his hand on the floor beside her and she heard the harshness of his breathing. She was having a hard time trying to catch her breath, too. He rose back up and slid his cock out.

  He settled on his side on the rug and guided her so that she was lying down, facing him. He trailed his fingers from her shoulder, down her side to her hip and back again.

  She studied him. “You’re an animal.”

  He continued tracing a path with his fingertips. “Why do you say that?”

  “Hot sex like this,” she said with a sigh, “it was so intense, so…primal.”

  “I’d have to say you bring the animal out in me.” He grinned that quirky, sexy grin that was turning her insides to melted chocolate. He brushed the back of his hand over her cheek.

  “Mmmmm.” She was so sated that her eyelids felt heavy and she had a hard time keeping her eyes open.

  Logan eased to his feet with catlike grace. Before she even knew what he was doing, he bent and scooped her up in his arms.

  Her eyes flew open, but she quickly got over the surprise and snuggled against his chest.

  “Bedroom?” he asked and she pointed in the direction of the master bedroom. He carried her to her bed and pulled back the covers with one hand while cradling her to him with his other.

  He was brushing her hair away from her face as she slid into a deep and peaceful sleep.

  Chapter 3

  What a fabulous weekend. Logan had spent all day Sunday with her and they’d had sex more times than she could count. She felt pleasantly sore and well used.

  She found herself humming as she headed to the agency she often freelanced for, to check out a possible assignment. The agency had sent her a text this morning to come in ASAP, so she’d left home not long after she received the message.

  If it was possible to fall in love over a weekend, then she had. Love at first sight was one of those inexplicable things that had always happened to other people. Hey, at least she had more going on here than just love at first sight.

  And if she hadn’t been mistaken, he’d been feeling it, too.

  The only thing that gave her pause was the memory of how his entire body had seemed to flicker when he’d taken her hard and fast up against the wall. Crazy. She’d just been so hot and horny that of course she’d imagined it. Probably too much caffeine in her coffee that night. She shivered with desire just thinking about him taking her.

  Tori sighed as she walked into the lower level of Psion’s headquarters. The HQ was a four-story building with the business and research levels on the upper three floors. The main floor served as a reception area in front and human resources and accounting in the back. Psion had nothing to do
with the organization that she worked for. The company served as a cover for what went on down below.

  She waited for an empty elevator then inserted her key card the moment the doors closed behind her.

  Rather than going up, the keycard instructed the car to go in the opposite direction. It traveled down, down, down to a lower level that no one knew about. No one but those who worked for the Paranormal Intelligence Agency. The PIA, not to be confused with the CIA, was a secretive government agency that few were aware existed.

  The PIA was responsible for paranormal undercover ops and in some cases black ops on both national and international levels. They worked covertly for the U.S. government and did what other agencies weren’t willing to or couldn’t do—and that covered a whole hell of a lot.

  Although most of the operations were legal, if there was a need to break a few rules that the CIA could not—say, take out a rogue leader, or a need to break into a high security area to obtain important information—the PIA was that group. The operatives on the ground could only speculate who gave the orders and who knew about the details of such operations.

  Few were even aware that a paranormal world existed at all, much less an agency that dealt with it in some fashion. Even though the agency worked with those aspects, not everyone in the agency had paranormal talents.

  Tori frowned. Lately the assignments had gone beyond her comfort zone. But everything the PIA did was for the safety of the people of the United States… So she did what she had to do.

  She used the key card again and the eye recognition device when she reached the bottom level and the elevator doors swished open. She walked into a stark security corridor with a door on the far end that would remain closed until the computers verified that it was her. A moment later, after she was examined by the computers, the door at the end of the corridor opened and she walked through the yawning opening.

  A wall of monitors and a host of agents working in a dimly lit room greeted her along with a cacophony of sounds. People talking, electronics chirping.

  “Tori.” Ellis Martin strode in her direction then caught her by the elbow and started leading her to one of the glass doors in the back of what they referred to as the War Room. “Janice needs to talk with you.”

  “What’s going on?” She looked up at him.

  “Janice will explain.” Ellis was intimidating in stature but she wasn’t easily intimidated. He was about as tall as a front line player on the LA Lakers, and as big as an NFL linebacker. His pale bald head gleamed as they passed under dim lights, his ice-blue eyes fixed ahead, his hulking form clad in jeans and a pale blue polo shirt. He was as cool a customer as any undercover agent she knew.

  When they reached the glass door to the large office, she saw her sometimes boss, Janice Harper, a slim and beautiful woman with the personality of a Bengal tiger. Janice sat behind her desk and across from her in the roomy area were a man and a woman Tori didn’t recognize. Her partner when she took on a PIA assignment, Brian Eckhart, was standing behind the seated man and woman.

  Her stomach flipped as Ellis pushed the door open, released her arm when she was inside, then he stood beside Brian.

  Tori remained near the door, an icy hand crawling up her back to her nape as the gazes of all five people in Janice’s office rested on her. For a moment no one said a word.

  Not wanting to show any emotion, any sign that she was concerned, Tori turned her gaze on Janice but didn’t say anything. The woman’s shining black hair was pulled back into a knot as usual, her dark piercing eyes fixed on Tori as if she could see through her every emotion, every thought.

  “You spent this weekend with a man named Logan Savage,” Janice stated, her expression flat. “Is that correct?”

  Surprise then a flash of anger flared within Tori. The agency was keeping tabs on her activities?

  “Yes, that is correct.” She kept her emotions hidden. “May I ask what my personal life has to do with this agency?”

  “It’s no longer simply your personal life,” Janice stood and braced her hands on her desk as she stared down Tori.

  What the hell? Tori didn’t flinch and managed to keep from clenching her hands into fists.

  “Meet Agents Reynolds and Carter.” Janice gestured to the woman and to the man. Both agents remained expressionless. “They’ve had Logan Savage under surveillance for some time.”

  More surprise flooded over Tori. She glanced at the two agents then returned her gaze to Janice. “What for?” Tori asked, keeping her voice even.

  “You are going deep undercover to monitor Savage’s activities that fall in line with a special project,” Janice said.

  Tori inhaled and slowly let out her breath. “I barely know the man. He’s in some form of high tech development.” This was not the time to hedge around the truth. “He knows I’m law enforcement, although he has no idea what branch or what kind. That’s reason enough for me to not be the right agent for the job.”

  “We’re aware of what you have and have not told him.” Carter spoke up and Tori cut her gaze to the man. “We monitored your activities the moment you began associating with Savage.”

  Tori could barely contain her surprise as she looked at the agent.

  “Agent Adams,” Reynolds said, “Savage is one of the bad guys.”

  She felt like she’d been stabbed in the gut. She’d fallen for an enemy of the United States, because that’s what he was if her agency was involved. The enemy. But what had he done? Or what was it that he was doing now to place him in that category?

  Janice raised her hands and blue light flared between her palms.

  Great. Demonstration time.

  The ball expanded, turning into a big clear bubble that had an iridescent glimmer to it. The bubble floated in the air between Janice and those gathered in the office.

  Logan’s image appeared in the bubble. “Logan Savage,” Janice said, repeating Tori’s thought, “is a threat to the United States.”

  Tori’s jaw tightened as she looked at the image of the man with whom she had spent the entire weekend with. The same man she’d fallen hard for in just a matter of a few days. It felt like the knife in her gut was being twisted.

  Why did she have to go and fall for him?

  No, she told herself. It was nothing more than lust.

  A foot-tall image of a woman appeared in the center of the bubble.

  “You will take the place of this woman, Carla Winston.” Janice’s attention was fully on the image, as if to hold it there.

  Whoever Carla Winston was, she was certainly a gorgeous woman. It was a full-length image and Tori sized up the woman. Tori’s own talent allowed her to analyze images of people and know what their perfect proportions were.

  The blonde, statuesque woman that they wanted her to replace was a good six inches taller than Tori, making her about five-eight. Opposed to Tori’s short dark curls, the woman had long, straight golden blonde hair. Tori mentally shook her head. Taking the place of this woman would require some effort on her part.

  “Who is this Carla person?” Tori looked away from the image.

  “Savage’s former girlfriend, who also works for his company.” This came from Reynolds. “He owns Savage Industries.”

  She had heard of Savage Industries. Even read a feature article on them. So Logan owned one of the most respected private tech firms around? Tori shifted her stance. Her morning had gone from great to crap in a matter of moments.

  “Carla Winston knows things that you need to know.” Reynolds said, “We want you to seduce him as that woman.”

  Confusion still muddled Tori’s mind. She still had no idea why he was one of the “bad guys” and why they wanted her to go undercover in his company. “What details do you have regarding the assignment?”

  “You will keep eyes and ears open about a special project called ‘Cerebral Voices’, or CVP as it’s known within the company,” Janice said. “We know the device reads minds, but there is much we don’t know abo
ut it. You will learn everything you can about the project and become as familiar as you can with both the hardware and the software. And then we will go from there.”

  Janice’s attention focused on the bubble and the image inside of it changed. Now the image was of an electronic device that looked like some kind of silver camera, the length and height of a playing card and about an inch wide, floating in the air between them.

  “Savage is reportedly planning to sell the technology to another country.” Carter’s tone was grave. “If he’s successful, it would go to the bad guys. There are trade restrictions on what countries he can sell it to, but the fact is, there are middlemen who broker these deals for Iran or rogue factions in the Middle East. We cannot have his technology fall into the wrong hands, including the Chinese.”

  Shit. Tori’s words were tight as she spoke. “What about the real Carla?”

  “She’s in a coma.” Reynolds’s tone was flat and for some reason it made Tori wonder exactly how the woman had ended up in the coma.

  “How will this work, since they are no longer dating?” Tori frowned. “Are they on speaking terms?”

  “There is a good relationship between them,” Reynolds said. “He trusts her without question. She broke up with him, rather than the other way around, so we believe the seduction will not be difficult.”

  Tori had done this for her job before and she’d never had a problem doing what she needed to in order to complete missions. Having been with Logan as Tori made this a little different. She was a pro though, and she would do what she needed to do.

  “No one has noticed her disappearance as of yet,” Carter added. “Shortly you will go to the agency’s infirmary to obtain from the subject’s mind what you will need to perform your job.”

  The image in the center of the bubble changed back to Carla’s.