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She couldn’t fight the pleasure. She couldn’t fight the veil of darkness intent on rushing over her. It gathered inside her mind as the rush of pleasure became an inferno. Her fingers moved faster on her clit; her body tightened. The sensations tore through her until she slammed back at him, a wail parting her lips as her clit exploded in pleasure. The rush of orgasm peaked the little bud, then slammed into her pussy, her womb. The darkness rushed over her, then exploded into a cacophony of light and strangled cries.
Micah’s groan sped through her mind as he moved over her. His arms wrapped around her, his elbows braced his weight. His hips quickened, his cock thrust inside her in furious, hard strokes, triggering a second, almost brutal release. A hard, throttled curse tore from his lips, and one deep thrust later she felt his release tear through him. It shuddered up his back as she held on to him. It tightened his muscles and locked him inside her as spurt after spurt of heated semen flooded her clenching sex.
Risa was certain she must have forgotten how to breathe for long, blinding seconds. She was gasping for air as reality began to seep into her mind once more. She held on to him, her arms and legs wrapped around him, locked into place as he jerked against her one last time.
Slowly, as the tension eased from her body, her legs slid from his hips. Her arms remained around his back, hoping he’d stay for just a few seconds more. That he would cover her and let her linger in the false sense of belonging that moved through her.
She felt as though she belonged here, in his arms, and she knew she really didn’t. Risa had never belonged anywhere.
ORION STARED at the number on the ringing cell phone and grimaced before answering it. The bastard tried to hide his number, as though that could change the fact that Orion knew his identity.
“Hello?” Orion pretended he didn’t know who was calling.
“I saw the news last night.” Cultured, refined, his employer’s voice dripped with sarcasm. “It seems there was an attempted kidnapping, from what several motorists saw, on the interstate. Security cameras on the overpass showed the entire fiasco in full fucking detail.”
Orion winced. “No one can identify me. I made certain of it.”
“I don’t give a fuck if you could be identified,” his employer ground out furiously. “You failed.”
“Her boyfriend had a gun,” Orion snapped back. “You neglected to inform me that she was sleeping with a damned Navy SEAL. Getting to her isn’t exactly easy.”
What the hell did this bastard know about his job? He pushed for instant results, never understanding that to kill as Orion killed took planning and exacting detail. It wasn’t an overnight job.
“A dog wouldn’t fuck that ugly-assed bitch,” his employer fired back. “It has to be a bodyguard or something. You’ve given yourself awa
y.”
Orion smirked at the accusation. “I never give myself away, my friend, and you know this well. Trust me, he’s her boyfriend.” The few times Orion had managed to catch a glimpse of them, he’d known they were lovers. New lovers. She was still shy with him, still tentative, but she was definitely sleeping with the man.
“He’s a friend of those SEALs’ wives she’s made friends with,” Orion breathed out roughly. “Catching them off-guard won’t be done quickly now, and I blame you for that. I told you it was too soon to try to take her. That was your attempt at a plan. I’ll follow my own plan from here on out.”
There was a seething silence across the line then. Orion knew his employer well, and he knew the other man detested failure of any kind.
“Orion, listen to me well,” he snarled then. “If that bitch remembers who I am before you take her out, then remember, I can make a deal with any agency attempting to arrest me. My reputation and life will be shot to hell, but your identity will be revealed. I’ll give them the key and the location to that little safe-deposit box I have, and you’ll be dead. Are we clear?”
Orion stiffened. He was sick of being threatened with those pictures and the information this man held. It had been years ago, when Orion had first ventured into his present occupation. He’d been friends with this man, which hadn’t been a very wise move.
A long time ago. It had been on one of Orion’s first assignments with the CIA. The scientist he had been working with had a particular thirst for young girls. At that time, the scientist had been choosing women who looked and pretended to be much younger than they were. Unfortunately, one of those women had been threatening to expose him.
Orion had taken care of her in a manner that had thrown all suspicion from the scientist. But the man had wanted to watch. Orion had wanted to show off. He had no idea there had been a hidden camera snapping pictures of the event.
It had been more than two decades ago, but Orion knew his features hadn’t changed much from that time. They had aged, but he would be easily identified through the aging programs now available.
He was going to have to find a way to retrieve that evidence against him, and then he was going to have to kill his employer. The son of a bitch was getting too cocky, too arrogant, anyway.
“We are very clear,” Orion said coldly. “I accepted the job.” He really hadn’t had a choice. “I told you, I’d make certain she was dead before she remembered anything. I’ll take care of it.”
“Make certain you do,” his employer snapped. “Or I’ll take care of you.”
The line disconnected as Orion snapped his teeth in fury and slammed the phone to the bed beside him. He glared down at his foot. The bullet had passed clean through, but he had a broken bone and a fucking hole in his foot. He was wounded now, and he was pissed.
Reaching for the bottle of painkillers he’d had his handler procure (he couldn’t risk his employer knowing he was wounded), Orion tapped two out, swallowed them with water, and leaned his head back before breathing in deeply.
He’d lie low for a week, perhaps two. If the bitch hadn’t remembered anything by now, then chances were she wasn’t going to remember in the time it would take his foot to heal. It would give her SEAL boyfriend time to get a bit complacent.
Orion frowned at the thought of the other man. He was a rather nice-looking individual from what Orion had been able to glimpse of him.
He’d studied the pictures he’d taken of her before and after the SEAL had arrived on the scene. Those later pictures were different. He was bringing something out in her that Orion hadn’t expected—something that made her appear different.
