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Brodie returned from the walk-in where he’d been headed, and stood between her feet that overshot the edge. Running her big toes up his outer thighs, she smiled and stretched her arms over her head. She was lying horizontal to the headboard, reveling in the space afforded to her here as opposed to the full-size they’d been sharing in New York.
It wasn’t that she minded having to sleep on top of Brodie in cramped quarters, it was that they had little room for acrobatics or fighting over dominance during playtime, which was why they’d taken to having sex on the floor more often than they did on the mattress. Of course, that gave the guys still awake in the room underneath them plenty to guffaw about over breakfast.
After racing away from Grant’s death, they’d regrouped in one of Rigor’s safe houses. The man might have come off as a sleaze initially, but he’d lost a lot of men in Sutcliffe’s compound that day, so she understood Brodie and Tuck’s desire to stay and help him with his revenge.
It was their revenge too. Brodie broke into Benedict Leatt’s apartment and his physical therapy practice, but nothing pointed to who he was working for. While her love was doing direct investigation, Rigor and Tuck were observing the compound. The option of storming the place had been discussed, but if they killed Leatt, they would never know who the power behind him was.
Almost as soon as their vehicle exited the gate of Sutcliffe’s compound on the night Grant died, a stream of black vehicles coming from the opposite direction drove into the property. She and her allies had gotten out just in time. The men who had rushed in after their quick departure stood guard around the perimeter and made direct confrontation or observation impossible. All they could do was watch from a distance.
Late on the third night, a black helicopter came down into the grounds and after a brief spell, it took off into the night. On that same night, vans and trucks poured out of the estate, proving that the land was now vacant, and Rigor wanted in before anyone else could think to claim it.
Taking advantage of access to the house was more viable than chasing Leatt down in a helicopter because they had their own investigations to do. Rigor had been promised the estate as payment, so the Kindred moved in with Rigor and what was left of his men. After that, they conducted a thorough search of the house and the surrounding land.
Leatt had been on the inside with Sutcliffe for months, meaning he would’ve known where to look for what he wanted. The Kindred still didn’t know what that was. What the Kindred wanted was confirmation that Sutcliffe had no backup cache that could suggest his mission wasn’t over. So far they’d found no indication of one, so attention turned to finding out what they could about Leatt.
“You know, if you love this place so much,” Brodie drawled, shrugging his jacket from his shoulders to let it fall onto the floor before he pulled his tee shirt up over his head. Sucking her bottom lip in around her teeth, she bit into it as her fingers and toes curled. He had a body made for exercise. Seeing the hard grooves of muscle in his torso always made her salivate. “You shouldn’t have ripped your place off the market.” He hooked his thumbs into his jeans and widened his stance. “I’m not getting my jeans off ‘til you’re naked.”
His raised brow made her grin and she scrambled up to stand on the bed and strip, tossing her clothes past him left and right until she was as bare as he requested.
“That’s better,” he said, lunging forward to grab her thighs to tug them and send her onto her ass in the center of their bed.
She laughed just before his mouth claimed hers and when she coiled her limbs around him, she was peeved to feel his jeans still covering his legs. “You cheated,” she murmured as he moved his jaw to scrape his stubble on her chin.
“I haven’t heard you laugh for weeks.”
There hadn’t been much to laugh about. Under his present probing scrutiny, she lost the impulse. “Can we leave the mission at the door?” she asked and lifted to kiss him. Taking his face in both hands, she scratched her thumbnails under his jaw. “I don’t want to think. I just want to exist with you for a while.”
His mouth descended until his tongue plunged against hers, offering the sweet oblivion that she needed. In recent weeks, it had been hard to discuss anything personal with Brodie when there were ears everywhere. They still referred to each other by code names and held important talks outside or off the compound because despite regular bug sweeps, they were paranoid enough about Leatt and his superior to play their cards close to their chest.
“You just need a little loving, don’t you, pretty baby?” he breathed into her ear as his hands roamed her body. “You’ve missed the mighty fuck sessions we used to have in here.”
They’d had them in other places too, but she wasn’t going to deny her desire to connect with him. After spearing her nails into his flesh until his expression got hard and dark, she smiled. “You’ve missed fucking me hard and putting me in my place.”
“I sure have, plaything,” he said and sat up to flip her onto her front. With a scream, she tried to push onto her hands, but his body landed on hers and with his weight holding her down, she was immobilized. He rubbed his face into her hair. “You need a guy strong enough to keep you in check.” His teeth tangled in her hair when he opened his mouth, but the painful sting made her breasts swell as her nipples hardened. “You like it rough. You need it hard.”
Pressing his hand to her ass, he forced it between her legs to push two broad fingers into her. She hissed and managed to turn her head sideways while he kissed and nibbled on the back of her neck. “I need you to fuck me.”
“You need what I fucking give you,” he said, dragging his teeth along the curve of her neck to her shoulder. “You’re horny. You want cock, baby? You want me to slide my dick home and use you to get off.”
His getting off in her was a powerful experience. This man controlled life. He took it. He had seen horror and pain. Yet, it was her who gave him satisfaction. “Fuck me, Brodie,” she panted, trying to move with his fingers that were pumping into her.
Brodie knelt up, and she tried to twist to look at him over her shoulder, but with one heavy hand on her ass, he spanked her. “You move when I fucking tell you to move.”
Burying her face in the bed, she tried to quell a smile, but excitement was making her wriggle. She heard him cast off his jeans, and the rough hairs on his legs abraded the softness of her inner thighs when he pulled her ass up, pushing himself into her just an inch. When she tried again to use her hands for support, he let her hips go and grabbed her wrists to pull them to her lower back.
With her face in the mattress and her pelvis in his lap, she had little control and any she did have was taken from her when something soft and strong was bound around her wrists, leaving her helpless.
Brodie picked up her hips again and pulled her back to push himself into her again. In all the times they’d had sex, she’d become accustomed to his size and as he pumped her hips up and down, she knew he was only treating her to the bulb of his thick cock-head.
Groaning, she tried to pull her knees under herself, but he yanked her legs straight then shunted her forward to toss her onto her back again. “You’re not in control, baby,” he sneered, dragging his eyes over her body. Her weight was balanced on her shoulders and her balled hands, which were still bound at her lower spine. In spite of her attempts to free her hands from the fabric he’d used to tie her, they stayed locked together.
“Just do it,” she said, opening her legs and lifting her knees to present herself to him.
Instead of accepting what she offered, he shoved her legs aside and came up the bed to kneel beside her head. With a handful of her hair, he pushed the moist head of his dick against her mouth, but she clamped her lips together and shook her head. She didn’t mind sucking his cock. She enjoyed the power it gave her to torment him when he allowed her to administer his ecstasy. But putting up a fight was half the fun of their foreplay.
“Cute,” he growled and squeezed her nose to block her airway.
She couldn’t keep her mouth closed for more than another few seconds. When she opened to gasp in for air, he waited half a beat before he shoved his dick between her lips. He waited half a beat because he wanted to give her time to use their safe word. They’d been together for months and she had never used it. But when things got rough, he was wild and never took her consent for granted.
