She comes.
I feel it—the clench and pulse around my cock, the way her whole body shakes—and it drags me over the edge with her. I bury myself to the hilt and spill inside her, my vision blurring with stars, my hand tightening on her neck until some distant part of my brain screamstoo hard, too hardand I force myself to let go.
We collapse together.
For a long moment, the only sound is our ragged breathing. My body is still thrumming, that post-orgasm haze making everything soft and distant. I’m not thinking clearly. I’m not thinking at all.
Which is why I don’t see it coming.
One second she’s beneath me, satiated and spent. The next, her elbow drives into my throat with surgical precision.
I choke, rearing back instinctively, and she’s already moving—twisting out from under me, bare feet hitting the floor, sprinting for the door. She’s a slippery little thing, she knewexactly which moment I’d be at my most vulnerable and shewaitedfor it.
Fuck!
I lunge after her, naked, throat burning. She’s almost at the door, then her hand closes on the knob.
Before she can open it, I grab her around the waist and slam her into the wall.
She fights.Fucking hell, she fights. Elbow to my ribs, heel scraping down my shin, her whole body twisting and writhing as she tries to break my grip. But I’m stronger than any human on this planet and I’mfurious.
“You—” I spin her around and pin her against the wall with my forearm across her collarbone, pressing just hard enough to make breathing difficult. “That’s what this was? You fucked me so you couldescape?”
She’s panting, naked except for the sweat cooling on her skin, and even now—even with my arm on her throat and rage boiling in my chest—some sick part of me notices how beautiful she is. How fucking fierce, like a lioness.
“Can you blame me?” she gasps out. “You’re holding me prisoner. What did you think I was going to do, justacceptit?”
“I thought—” I stop myself. WhatdidI think? That she wanted me? That she needed me the way I needed her? That for five fucking minutes, we could pretend none of this was happening?
Idiot. You goddamn fucking moron.
“You used me,” I grind out. “Again.”
She has the decency to look half guilty.
“I used the opportunity,” she says quietly.
“Same difference.”
I stare at her for a long moment—this woman who keeps finding new ways to make me feel like a fool. Who fucks me like she means it, pockets her orgasm, and then tries to run thesecond I let my guard down. Who makes me want to break her and protect her in equal measure.
You should have seen this coming,the cold voice whispers.She’s an agent, a spy, an assassin. This is what they do. They lie for a living.
But I didn’t see it coming. Because some utterly pathetic part of me wanted to believe it was real.
“Back to the bed,” I say, releasing her.
She doesn’t move.
“Now, Mia.”
For a second, I think she’s going to fight again. Her body is coiled, ready, those sharp eyes calculating distances and angles. But she must see something in my face that tells her it won’t work—that I’m ready this time, that I won’t be caught off guard again.
She walks back to the bed. Sits on the edge. Doesn’t try to cover herself.
I pull on my pants with jerky, furious movements, not looking at her. My throat aches a little where she hit me. My ribs throb where her elbow connected. She didn’t hold back.
Good,some twisted part of me thinks.At least that was honest.
