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Her linked wrists rested against her abdomen, and my eyes dipped below to her pussy, swollen still from our lovemaking. Pink and soft. Ready for me again. “I suppose I also deserve your handprint on my ass for constantly wiggling it in your face for a week, taunting you about that backdoor access you hope to have one day. Still seems mission impossible, though.”
At her words, I returned my eyes to her face. God, it was so good to see her smiling and happy. She’d been through hell, lost a best friend to betrayal, and we weren’t out of the woods yet, but I’d do my best to shield her from everything and stay inside this bubble for as long as possible. It was the least I could do for her after she’d given me a second chance at life, not to mention helped me redeem my soul.
I cocked a brow. “You may be right. Your virgin ass would be a tight-tight fit for me.”
“Ah, giving up, are we?” Such a little tease. “I didn’t take you for a man so easy to surrender.”
I scoffed. “At what point did I admit defeat? I was only suggesting we need to slowly ease you into taking all of me.”
“You and your love for defying physics.” She finally came over, and with her hands bound, I helped her across my lap facedown. My cock throbbed as I lifted my hand.
With her wrists still linked and her body stretched out across me, she peeked back just as I connected my hand to her ass, spanking her. She caught her lip between her teeth as I plunged my fingers deep into her pussy.
She began grinding against my cock, searching for relief, rubbing her arousal all over me. “You sure I’m not hurting you. Your bruises . . .”
“Trust me, this is helping.” In so many ways.
I pulled my hand from her center to spank her once more, then growled like a damn caveman, needing to be inside her.
I fell back onto the bed, using the belt to draw her up, guiding her on top of me, her bound wrists behind my neck.
With my feet still on the floor, she straddled me, and I slipped my arm behind her back. “Now, be a good girl,” I said in a low, deep voice, “and ride your husband’s cock.”
75
CARTER
ARLINGTON, VIRGINIA – TWO WEEKS LATER
“You’ve picked up a tail,” Gray relayed the news we’d hoped for over comms. “Two black Escalades about two hundred meters back.”
“Roger that. Hold positions until I give the order.” I tapped my ear after Gray confirmed he’d heard me, muting my comm so Falcon wouldn’t overhear the conversation I was about to have.
Gripping the steering wheel of the government-owned Suburban, I drove farther away from the Pentagon, heading for the bridge to cross the Potomac.
I fixed my focus on the rearview mirror, catching Griffin’s eyes in the backseat. “It’s time.”
Griffin, his face covered with the exception of his eyes, nodded and repositioned his rifle so he could focus on the target—the gagged and cuffed mark sitting next to him.
The second he removed the black hood from Craig Paulsen’s head, I adjusted the rearview mirror so Craig would see I was behind the wheel. That it was me escorting him away from the safety of Secret Service.
Staring at me in shock, blinking as Griffin removed both his headphones and gag, I calmly revealed, “The Collective is a minute or two out from ensuring this vehicle goes off the bridge and into the river, where you’ll drown and be silenced.”
Anger flared inside me all over again at the memories of everything this man had done to destroy lives just to have a seat at the table.
It’d been radio silence from The Collective since the President’s speech. And no surprise, every mercenary who’d been apprehended at the nuclear plant on election day hadn’t known who hired them. But Craig, damnit, he had to know more than he’d revealed to the Feds.
He may have beaten the polygraph tests, but with his background in Intelligence, I’d expected nothing less.
Unfortunately, like at the power plant, we doubted the men sent to kill Craig today would know who hired them. Not that we wouldn’t attempt to get them to talk anyway.
“What do you want?” Craig finally breached the quiet, only the sounds of traffic around us filling the space.
“Oh, I think you know.” I tightened my hold of the wheel. “We can either fake your death today, or you can actually die. What’s it going to be?”
Craig stole a look out the window, then back at the mirror. “What if I don’t know anything? Jared didn’t. Not beyond what I already told the White House. We both worked directly with the Novaks, and Pierce worked for me. Pierce didn’t know about the Novaks.”
“But you know about The Collective, that they exist,” Griffin hissed, drawing his masked face closer to Craig’s.
