Page 99 of Ice Cold Liar

“Ivan made deals because he had intel that was valuable to Hudson.To me.Contacts in Russia that were valuable.I don’t see how you can offer me anything.”

“I can!”Brock cried.“I can…” His voice trailed away.

Oh, no.He didn’t get to stop.“Talk to me.Convince me.Tell me everything I want to know.Then I’ll decide if what you have is good enough for me.Otherwise, get ready for a swift trip to hell and a drop in a prison hole so dark and deep that you will think you’ve been buried alive.”

He blinked.Twice.Three times.

And, with minimal effort, with barely just a few drops of blood and just with the threat of a prison that didn’t exist, she got her confession.She got exactly what she wanted.Pretty much in record time.

Because in her experience, the louder the bellows, the faster the prey broke.The toughest-looking criminals were often the ones who had the greatest fear buried in their hearts.

It’s all show on the outside.When it comes right down to it, the worst bullies are always the ones who are the most afraid.

A lesson she’d learned when she was just sixteen years old.

Her knees pressedinto the mattress as Naomi straddled Eb’s hips.They shouldn’t be doing this.She knew it.They…

He surged up into her, his hips leaving the bed as he thrust hard and deep, and Naomi’s eyes squeezed closed because Eb felt so insanely good in her.

Her hands fell against his chest.They’d gotten to her bedroom.They’d stripped.Then gone straight to fucking.

How can I want him this badly?This soon?“Are you…”Don’t ask.Don’t ask.She should not ask, not now because this was not the time or the place but… “Are you really an assassin?”

His hands bit into her hips.He lifted her up and down.Up and down.“Yes.”

She had to bite her lip to hold back her cries.She didn’t know where Hunter was, and the last thing Naomi wanted was for him to hear her.

Up and down.

Deeper.Wilder.Harder.

His gaze burned at her.“But they all…fucking deserved to die.”

Her head shook.Her body shook.

His right hand moved to work her clit.

“I’m good at killing,” Eb told her.

Can’t be talking about this now.This can’t be happening.Eb can’t be saying?—

“I’m even better at making you come.”He squeezed her clit.

The orgasm detonated inside of her.Her inner muscles clamped hard around Eb’s dick.Contracted and pulsed as the pleasure consumed her.

She would have fallen against his chest, but he rolled them.Twisted and turned, and she was on her back and he pounded into her until he came.Fast, driving thrusts.

He shouted her name when he erupted.

Didn’t seem to give a damn if Hunter heard him or not.

She tried to catch her breath.

His hips ground against her.

Eb.

Her hands fluttered around his shoulders.Those strong, powerful shoulders.His eyes were on her.Seeing into her, and she shouldn’t have said it, but the thought that she’d had—over and over—just wouldn’t leave her alone.Naomi heard herself whisper, “I wish I’d met you first.”

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