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I hadn’t gone there looking to start trouble. I’d just wanted to warn him. But then he’d caught me.
I flushed as I jogged up to my door at the motel, thinking about what just happened.
Him catching me, the icy quality to his voice, the distinct heat. When he’d used his arms to cage me against the wall, part of me was terrified. Maybe that was the rational part of my brain talking. But deep down, I knew Rafe would never hurt me.Yeah, instead, I keep hurting him.
If I had told him to stop or that I didn’t want that, he would have backed off. But Ihadwanted it. I’d wanted him not to be angry with me. I had wanted him not to treat me like I was fragile. I wanted that intensity that Noah and Lucia had. I’d wanted raw, unfiltered, and desperate.
Rafe DeMarco was the only man who had ever given me that. The forceful way he’d gripped my hips and slid home.Every damn inch of him.
And I’d come apart. No foreplay, no tender words, no long lovemaking session, nope. Just a quickie against the wall. That had been angry sex. And goddamn it, I’d liked it.Jesus. My legs were still shaking, my skin was still humming, and my blood still burned in my veins. The way his hand had slid into my hair as he had dragged orgasm after orgasm after orgasm out of me with his words, with his body.
What the hell was wrong with me? It was like I needed something real, something tangible to let me know that these few weeks were not a dream, or nightmare. And Rafe had certainly given me that. Judging by the tender feel of my skin, the cocky bastard had left hickeys on the back of my neck! I’d never had a hickey in my life. But the idea that Rafe had marked me, why the hell was that so hot?
Okay. Enough.
I had to stop thinking about that. Because even if that was the best sex of my entire life, not that I had that much to compare to, he was clearly angry with me. And he has good reason to be.Yes, yes, details. But I’d made it worse just now.
I’d run from him, and to boot, I kneed him in the balls. My favorite toy and I’d attempted to smash it. “You need some serious psychological help,” I mumbled to myself as I unlocked the door to my motel room.
“I certainly have to agree with that.”
I whirled at the sound of the voice coming from the corner. “Hans?”
My brother stepped out of the shadows. “Tsk tsk, Larissa. You’ve been a bad, bad girl. Imagine our surprise to find you were no longer with DeMarco.”
I tried to back out of the room, but Jakob was right behind me. “Where you going, little sister?”
I had no choice but to stumble forward into the room. “What are you two doing here?” But after the things I’d learned about them, I had a sinking feeling I knew exactly what they were doing.
Making sure they didn’t lose one of their investments.
Hans slid a glance at Jakob, who merely shook his head. When Hans spoke, his voice was low, angry. “Did you really think that we wouldn’t know what you were up to?”
I struggled to keep my expression even. They didn’t know that I knew about their shady business interests. They couldn’t.
“I don’t know what you mean. I’ve been hanging out with an old friend and sightseeing.”
Hans chuckled. “I have to admit, I didn’t actually think you’d make any headway. After all, we’ve been trying to track down the Jewel of the Sea for years with no luck. But you managed to lead us right to it.”
My stomach dropped. “I don’t know what you mean.”
Hans made a face, like he was disappointed. “You’re trying to tell me that after weeks of fucking that FBI agent, you have nothing to show for it?”
Oh God.It was worse than I’d thought. They’d been watching me this whole time. And now they thought I had the diamond.
“Listen, I broke into the safe. There wasn’t anything in there. There was no diamond, no nothing. He doesn’t have it.”
I swallowed hard as I backed farther into the room. Maybe if I could get into the bathroom, I could lock myself in. Because every instinct in my body told me I wasn’t making it out of this room unscathed if I didn’t hide or run.
“You’re a terrible liar.” My brother slid the backs of his fingers along my cheek. “My beautiful sister, Larissa. What are we going to do with you?”
“Hans, I—”
He interrupted me. “You know, you make Jakob sentimental? I suggested two years ago we give you to Boris early. The Russian has always had an unhealthy fascination with you. He would have paid extra to have you early.”
I recoiled. “I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.”
Hans shook his head. “Of course you don’t. And I’m the fool who listened to Jakob. ‘She’s our sister, Hans.’ Pathetic.”
