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When Hutch sensed another orgasm was beginning to build within her, he began fucking her harder and faster, pounding into her and watching her face as pleasure and arousal began to claim her once more. Her hands came up to stroke his back and then to rake her nails down it. He wanted to be able to make love to her forever, to spend the rest of their lives thinking of nothing more than pleasing one another.
Nora tightened around him again, her pussy milking his cock as pleasure swamped her senses and she came, calling out his name. He didn’t want it to end; he wanted to keep fucking her, but his body heeded her siren’s call, and he came harder and longer than he had with anyone ever before. He ground into her, holding her tight as his cock began to pump his cum into her.
Hutch collapsed on top of her, giving her all his weight for a moment before rolling off her and onto his back, pulling her close to him so that she was cuddled against his side, her hand and head resting on his chest.
“Abraham,” she said without warning. “That’s the Master’s name—Abraham Strode. He wants Reynolds dead more than anyone else. He believes without Reynolds’ money, contacts, and intelligence network the resistance won’t amount to much.”
He chuckled. “We have got to work on your pillow talk. We just shared something amazing, and you want to talk about the guy who’s pulling the strings of the Shadow League. Okay, I’ll play. What does the Master want? What’s his end game?”
Nora chuckled. “What does any psychopathic megalomaniac want? To rule the world.”
CHAPTER10
THE MASTER
Lundy Island, England
United Kingdom
“What do you mean she spent the night in his bed?” roared the Master.
“I don’t know what to tell you other than what our contact in Mystic River reported. They had a cozy dinner, shared kisses on the sidewalk, and then parted ways. The next thing I knew, she had changed to all black, and Hutchinson was leading her back to the table where they had drinks. They left and headed back to his place. I left shortly before dawn when I realized Hutchinson was coming down to open the bakery. I could see movement behind the curtains.”
“Damn it,” growled the dragon-shifter.
“What do you want to do?”
“I want you to keep an eye on things for me. Do not reach out to her. I need her to report back. I need to know how deep she’s in. We may have to cut our losses—both in terms of the Ghost and her target. That last attempt in Ottawa may have been the final straw. I need to think. Keep an eye on them, but do not do anything to alert anyone that you are in the area.”
The Master ended the call and looked at his cell phone in disgust. “Damn it,” he said again as he threw the cell phone across the room, breaking the window with the phone so it landed outside.
How could she betray him? He had given her everything. Well, he had given her everything, and he could take it away as well. The assassin known as the Ghost was about to become a real spirit.
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NORA
Mystic River, Alaska
United States
In all her life, Nora had never shared a bed for the whole night with another person. She hadn’t intended to spend the night with Hutch, but then she hadn’t planned to have sex with him, either. This assignment had not gone the way she had planned, but had it gone the way it was supposed to?
All along, in the back of her mind, she’d had reservations about this assignment, this target, and about the Master and what he was planning. She’d never really thought to ask about why he wanted her to do the things he’d had her do. She’d only asked him once in the very beginning and he hadn’t reacted well, so she never asked again. Time and time again, she’d told herself whoever the Master sent her to kill needed to die.
When she’d begun to question that, she’d found solace in learning that all of them deserved to die but began to wonder about those the Master sent other assassins to kill. Had they too deserved to die? Did Hutch? What was it—other than not being killed by the others the Master had sent—that Hutch had done? Had he actually done or seen something, or was it more a strategic move to keep Hutch from adding his considerable skills to the resistance?
All of those thoughts swirling in her mind did little to help her sleep. When she tried to slip quietly from his bed, Hutch’s arm tightened around her like a vise.
“Stay,” he growled.
Nora waited to feel angry or to fight. She did neither. Instead, she made a contented purring sound and settled back against him. That seemed to mollify him and after nuzzling her neck, he was once again fast asleep. Lying in the dark next to him gave her a chance to examine her feelings—all of them.
She had accepted that she and Hutch were fated mates, which seemed unbelievable to her, but she no longer questioned it. She was fairly sure that leaving him wouldn’t work, as he’d just come after her. No, it was better to stay in Mystic River and hope that the stories about the resistance were true.
That led her to her feelings about the Master. In the beginning she had been leery of the man but had learned to trust that as long as she did what he asked, he would provide her with the kind of life a young, orphaned clouded leopard-shifter could only dream about. What she had begun to question was whether she had sold her soul for the proverbial thirty pieces of silver. She was no longer his main assassin—he had many minions to take care of the lesser hits. Instead, he had allowed her to move away and create a hidden life for herself. He only used the Ghost to hunt and kill major targets.
The alarm rang before the sun even began to peek over the eastern horizon. Hutch groaned. Giving her a hard, passionate kiss, he slid from the bed and trotted into the bathroom and took a shower. Coming out, he grabbed his clothing, sat on the edge of the bed, and interspersed kisses with getting dressed.
