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I lick my lips, hating how much this turns me on. My pussy throbs at his proximity, at his scent, at the way he stares at me like I'm the only thing he's ever wanted.
"We made a deal," I murmur. "It's only fair that I hold up my side of it."
I lean forward, pressing my lips to his.
It's a mistake.
He tastes too good and too dangerous--like tobacco and like flowers that grow in the deepest, darkest forests, and my body warms as he opens his mouth for me, inviting me in. I can feel his tongue flicking against mine, and this is so wrong. This psycho kidnapped me, took me away from the man I loved...and here I am, kissing him like we're meant to be.
I pull back, gasping for breath.
"I don't want to do this," I whisper.
"Yes, you do," Jack growls. "And we both know it."
I look into his eyes and see the truth in his words. I want this, even if it is wrong. Even if he's spent his entire life working for an organization that oppresses people just like me.
I sit back down opposite him, ignoring the way my heart pounds, the way my nipples harden and ache to be touched.
"Now the ACB's headquarters," I tell him. "I want everything."
"Of course you want everything," he says, his voice dark with lust. He smirks at how suggestive it sounds, and it should piss me off, but it's dark and cocky and sexy as hell. "I'll even draw you a map, sweetheart."
"What are you going to do if I untie your hands?" I ask.
He shrugs. "Pick up that pen and paper and I'll give you a blueprint," he says. "I'll only touch you if you ask."
"I won't," I reply.
"We'll see."
"Whatever," I huff. "Information first...then I'll see if I still need a map."
We go through another round of that: Jack giving me everything he knows, and me writing it down. It could all be a lie, but I have to assume that Carson has some way of verifying all this with his people. I fill out another few pages, then I glance up nervously at Jack.
"Well?" he says, tilting his head and beckoning me toward him. "I thought we'd agreed you would sit in my lap."
I can't help but lick my lips, and he gives me a satisfied smirk when he sees my tongue dart out. Fuck, I want him so bad it hurts...but I don't want to betray Zane and Carson. Even so, I know we're alone here.
I get up again, bringing the paper with me. I put it on the table beside Jack's chair as I straddle him...and I find him hard as a rock, his cock jutting between my legs. I can't help the little moan that comes out of my throat at how he feels, and I don't pull away when he leans his head in to graze his teeth over my pulse.
"You smell so fucking good when you're turned on, sweetheart," he growls. "Now...are you gonna untie me or what?"
I nod. "But you have to do as I say."
"I'm yours to command," he says.
I take out my knife and wrap my arms around him, reaching for the ropes at his wrists, then I cut through them with a few hard slashes. Jack groans and flexes his arms, rolling his shoulders before letting his arms hang limp at his sides.
I pull the knife to his throat, remembering how good it felt to have his cock in my hand, controlling his every move with a gun to his head.
"I'm starting to get the feeling you like threatening me," he says, his eyes meeting mine. His hips roll slightly and I cut off my own sigh, biting my lip so hard I taste blood.
"Pen and paper," I say. "Draw. Now."
He picks them up, and I lean back slightly to give him space--but that just gives him an opportunity to put the notebook down on my chest. His left hand holds the pen and he starts to write, his wrist flicking against my nipple through my shirt, making my whole body throb.
"Right..." he says. "You're lucky I have a photographic memory. It's just like...this."
