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I trail them with a smirk at Azz and we enter the opulent foie.
Azz allows the guards to close the doors as he slips past me to the drawing room off the main hall. “Come, sit.”
Caine brushes his fingers down my bare arm as he passes. I shiver.
Inside the spacious room, Caine sprawls onto the leather couch, his blazer open and framing the dark collar of his shirt. He looks good enough to eat.
I have a sudden image of him taking me over the desk, of him filling me over and over while Azz watches, helpless to stop us.
My eyes narrow on Caine and his irises glitter with mirth.
Ass.
“Now, Caine, you said?” Azz asks, dropping into the chair near the empty hearth.
Caine nods. “I fear I ran into your … employee in Miami.”
Azz looks at me.
My face remains carefully blank save for my smile.
“She is very dedicated to her work,” Caine raises a hand. I stalk to him, letting my body scream with need as I near. He pulls me down onto his knee. “Verydedicated.”
Azz’s jaw works. “I see. And you wish to …”
“To keep her, of course,” Caine says mildly. “It is so hard to find a suitable donor.” His long fingers trail over my shoulders and my neck. I arch for him, my lips parting. “And she is very responsive.”
“Is she?” Azz’s face is a soft pink with his rage.
“So I came to offer you quite the deal for her.” Caine snaps.
Horan and Tanner produce the dark cases and Azz’s attention snaps to them with hunger. “You bought them?” he asks, licking his pale lips.
Caine nods. “For quite the amount, I must say.” His fingers grip my throat, the tips pressing ever so fiercely into my pulse. I gasp and Azz whips his head over at the sound. It is not one I have ever made for him. “She was quite fierce in her bidding.”
“So I will give you the cases, Azzteroth, and you will free Onyx from all contracts,” Caine says. He releases my throat and I sag in his lap. Languid. Calm. He would never hurt me. Never. “You will not contact her, nor will you send anyone to do so. Sound fair?”
There is something like torment in Azz’s face. He glances from the cases to me, and I would almost feel bad for him.
Almost.
He scours me with his dark gaze.
I dressed especially for Caine in the white dress. It makes my tan skin richer. My dark hair blacker. And in the heels, you could almost think me innocent. Angelic. But I’m not. And neither is Caine.
“I am hard pressed to replace such an asset,” Azz murmurs, his eyes hungry. “Would you allow me time to find someone to take her place? She would be safe here. Unharmed.”
Caine goes still and my insides curdle.
“I fear not,” Caine says coldly, all the heat gone from his sexy timbre. “We leave this afternoon. Either you take the cases for her, or I leave with both.”
Azz rises to his feet.
Tanner pounces in a swirl of midnight mist. He reforms in his panther shape, his body so sleek he is like oil in the sun. Horan is right behind him, his sword naked in his hand, the blade rolling with heavenly fire, and I know his eyes are doing the same.
Azz backpedals.
“You see, I have grown quite fond of Onyx,” Caine remarks like he is speaking of the weather. “And my men and I will not let her go.”
