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Keeping my stare captive, he spoke in that curious tone he’d held me calm with. “You won’t recall anything that came to pass after we walked away from your colleagues. After we got inside, you ran to your chamber alone to shower. Then you lingered for me to change and use the shower so you didn’t end up lost in the maze of passageways and corridors on your way down.” His palm rose and squeezed against my jaw, urging my mouth open. Two fingers, which were covered in his essence, forced their way passed my lips. “Taste what you did to me, good girl.”

The noise emerging from my throat was sexy as his come struck my taste buds. An arrogant grin stretched over his lips, and my gaze latched on to the twin incisors. Raithe leaned closer to flick his tongue against mine, and then the tang of copper ignited in my nostrils before it coated my tongue. My lashes fluttered closed as the world went mute. The moment he freed my jaw, I pushed against his broad, sensuous lips and sucked his tongue deep into my mouth.

Raithe’s blood was addictive and mesmerizing. Licking my tongue against the length of his, I felt my thighs clamping tightly together with the need to plead for him to shove me down and fuck me raw. There was nothing else I needed or craved in the moment. He was the sole thing that existed.

He pulled back, staring into the depths of my soul before the breeze carried a feminine murmur on the current. Her words were cruel and resentful, which seemed to sharpen his features as they turned, fixing on me.

“She’s off-limits to you,” he purred tenderly, his eyes staying locked with mine. A precariously sharp, cruel edge simmered in their azure intensities. “Don’t trouble your lovely head, mate. One taste of her, and I’ll be satisfied. You know I can’t settle for anyone else when I’m stuck mated to your treacherous soul, Valentina.”

“Who the hell is Valentina?” I inquired softly.

“None of your business, mortal,” he growled, which shot a shiver of unease down my spine. “When I snap my fingers, the only thing you’ll remember is what I told you to,” he snarled. Bringing his fingers up to my face, he snapped them together as lightning struck behind him, causing my hair to float in the air.

“Mortal?” I whispered as his stare slid down to my gaping, ripped bodice.

Stepping forward, he yanked it up and grinned cruelly. “Run to your room and shower, Elle. You’re chilled, and I need to find something to sate my appetite before I join you.”

Chapter Eight

Standinginthemediaroom with my team, I waited for them to settle down to explain the job. They hadn’t shut up since I’d entered the room. My brain itched and struggled with something I couldn’t quite grasp, but I struggled to recall how I’d ended up in my room. I couldn’t remember anything past the first raindrops I’d felt.

Pursing my lips, I leaned back against the wall, wincing at the pain between my thighs. It was similar to the last time I’d gotten drunk and had taken home a one-night stand. He’d left before I’d woken up, but I’d been deliciously sore for days and there had been no memory of him, or how he’d achieved leaving me swollen and aching for more.

“If you’re finished bickering, I could answer those questions,” I stated when there was a lull in their arguing.

“They took our phones, computers, and brought us to an island in the middle of nowhere. Why are you not panicking? I’ve never even seen you without your phone, Chevy,” Penelope hissed in a low growl as if the men observing us couldn’t hear every word.

“Because I brought you here, Penny,” I pointed out.

“That’s another thing we’re having a hard time believing,” Einri said. His moss-colored stare bore into mine with carnal knowledge. Crossing his arms over his broad chest, he leaned against the table in front of where I stood. “You don’t like men like Raithe Dravyn. He’s an elitist, who uses his name and influence as clout. He’s the type of prick we take down. I know you, Chevy. I know you inside and out, and he’s not who you’d use your unicorn card on. So, what is he using as leverage to tie your hands?”

Swallowing past the lump in my throat, I chewed my bottom lip before releasing it. Slowly, I pushed off the wall and walked toward Einri, the man I’d fallen in love with while working together. I’d been just out of college, and he’d been an Army Ranger with the 75thRanger Regiment, one of the best operators they’d had until an IED took out the caravan he’d been in, leaving him with mild traumatic brain injury, which had ended his military career. He was the second hire to the firm and had been irreplaceable since. He could infiltrate a mansion and plant bugs in minutes without being detected, and that was only one of a hundred different skills he brought to the table.

Standing before him, I fixed the buttons of his shirt as he remained stoic. His hands covered mine, squeezing as he forced my attention to his soft, vibrant green eyes. The dark silken tresses of his hair were pulled back, which I preferred on him. Licking my lips, I began to speak, but he jerked me into the warmth of his body.

“Tell me you aren’t here willingly, and I’ll get us out of here, sweet girl. Say the words,” he murmured against my ear, kissing the tender flesh beneath it. My lashes swept against my cheek, and I fought the need to do just as he’d stated.

“I’d release her, now,” Raithe’s cold, chilling tone caused me to tense in fear. “I’m not asking, asshole.” Raithe’s hands slid to my waist, yanking me away from Einri’s hold. My blood began throbbing with a need to feel his touch everywhere all at once.

“She doesn’t need you to protect her, Dravyn,” Einri snapped in a low, possessive manner. “You’re not fucking her, which means you don’t get to claim her, either. She’s a big girl, and if she didn’t want me touching her, she’d tell me.”

“Who said I wasn’t fucking her?” Raithe asked with an edge to his question. His hand glided up my stomach to my throat, settling around it in a silent threat. The grip caused the ache between my thighs to grow more insistent. Arousal rushed to my folds, and embarrassment fluttered through me.

“Are you fucking him? Is that why you brought us here? To help your lover?” Einri demanded harshly.

“No. And stop with the caveman bullshit, right now, gentlemen,” I snapped, shoving off Raithe’s hold on my throat while offering Einri a withering stare. “I’m not fucking anyone. The last dick I got was four months ago, and I was too drunk to even remember his damn name. So, back the fuck off and tone down the male posturing. Both of you,” I hissed when neither backed down.

“You think you can get a girl like Chevelle Reed to bow at your feet, bastard? I guarantee you that you can’t,” Einri taunted. “She’s a queen and above you. Chevy is everything a girl should be and more.”

“That’s your first mistake, boy. She’s a woman, not a girl. And I guarantee you, if I craved her, she’d be on her knees awaiting pleasure at my convenience. A pup like you wouldn’t recognize what to do with a woman like her. You couldn’t take control from her, let alone subdue the demons of her mind.” Raithe’s eyes tightened to furious fissures as Einri snickered in his face.

“I’ve had her, Raithe. I’ve had her in every way a man can have a woman,” he sneered outright, throwing our affair in Raithe’s face.

Raithe’s head turned, and his eyes drifted over the mottled shade of my face before he grunted and mockery bled from his pores.

“And yet, you weren’t man enough to hold her?” Raithe provoked, his glare calmly flowing down the midnight-blue dress I wore, faltering on the plunging bodice as his eyes darkened. “I’m presuming she’s too much woman for you to maintain dominance over, pup. Don’t worry, when I’m finished with her, she won’t even recall how you felt between her silky thighs.”

A cumulative gasp whirred around the room before Raithe’s men strode closer. My team stepped back, unsure of what to do as the tension flared higher and built between the two guys. Raithe’s frame was fuller than Einri’s, and he towered over him with restrained challenge seething in his countenance.

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