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Clad in nothing a pair of white silk thongs she jerked the bronze silk robe from the chair by the bed and shrugged it on as she turned to face him.

“You know Ian, this habit you have of leaving me a second before I get off is becoming annoying.”

“Your habit of poking your nose into my business could become dangerous,” he snapped, fury contorting his expression, but lust gleamed thick and bright in his eyes.

Kira pushed her fingers through her tangled hair, shook it out and cast him a mocking look from beneath her lashes.

“Oh really Ian,” she drawled then. “You brought your business to me, remember? The night you slipped into my condo and crawled that tight ass of yours into my bed during that Op in Atlanta. Don’t start crying foul now. You’re just pissed off because you finally met a woman unwilling to play the ready and willing submissive. Speaking of those, didn’t you ever get bored?”

His lips thinned and she swore that muscle jumping in his jaw was going to tear right out of the tightly stretched flesh of his cheek.

Damn, he was a tad bit upset maybe.

Poor baby.

“What kind of deal is Homeland Security running here, Kira? Don’t fuck with me. Not now. Mess in my business here and I might have to kill you.”

And damn if he didn’t sound as though he meant it. He was almost believable. Maybe. If she were on mind altering drugs, she thought with a sniff.

“The big bad cartel leader now, are you?” She tossed her head back and let a low, seductive laugh whisper from her throat. “Come on Ian, you enjoy the game too much to kill me. Besides.” She moved closer to him, ran a finger down his heaving chest and whispered the words that she knew had the potential to rock his little world. “Why would they run an Op against their favorite bad boy spy?”

It was a guess, nothing more. A supposition. A hope, but the reaction was far more than she anticipated.

The change was frightening. The lust in his eyes was instantly replaced with icy fury. His expression tightened further, the harsh planes and angles of his face cast into savage relief a second before he grabbed her.

Between one breath and the next Kira found herself, arms locked behind her back, her back to his chest, and his powerful arm braced around her neck as his lips lowered to her ear.

“Get out of Aruba, and take your accusations with you. Get as far as possibly away from me as possible or I’ll fuck you until your dying from the orgasms. And once I’ve had my fill of you, I’ll break your pretty neck.”

His arm tightened around her neck for emphasis as his hard, corded body vibrated with tension against her. She should have felt at least a frission of fear. She assumed that was the point behind the hold on her. It wasn’t painful, but it reminded her to the very core of her being that he was broader, stronger and a hell of a lot more experienced in violence than she was.

She didn’t try to break loose. She knew better. For every move she had, Ian had one to counter it. Instead, she relaxed into the embrace, became soft and pliant, aware that he only tensed further behind her.

“Go ahead, Ian,” she said softly. “Kill me. If you can.”

 

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