The angel beneath me stirs, and my eyes move down, tracing the lines of her collar bones down to her perfect breasts. Fuck she’s perfect. Blood races to my cock, aching to be inside her.
It would be so easy…
All I would have to do is slide those thighs apart and slip my hard cock into her tender little hole. I bet that little cunt would be slick in an instant when she felt me stretch her open. Taking her would be easy, but lasting longer than ten seconds after not touching a woman for this long? That would be impossible.
A growl rises up through my chest, and I reach down and grab my bulge as it continues to expand. It actually hurts now, pressing against the metal of my zipper.
There’s something so innocent about her face. The agency trains you to observe people, deduce who they are, and when I look at this angel, I know instantly that she’s a virgin.
She’s pure. Unclaimed.Icould be the one to take her.
I haven’t felt a desire like this ever in my life. Sure, I’ve lusted over women, but this goes beyond that. There’s something about her that is like a piece I’ve been missing. And I need it. Desperately.
Just as I’m about to lose control, her lips move, and she whispers, “Damon…”
My body freezes. Every muscle goes taut.
“What?” I growl. But she can’t hear me.
“Damon…Vale…”
My knife’s in my hand in the blink of an eye. I haven’t held it in years. I’m not that man anymore. But hearingthat namebrought it out of me, and it feels just as familiar as it used to.
This is impossible. How could she know Damon Vale? I put this girl at twenty years old, twenty-two at the most. I waschasing that bastard when she was still in high school. It’s been three years since I escaped here, and no one from the agency or his family has found me.
I was relaxing by the fire when I heard her car crash. I spotted her with my binoculars as she stumbled out onto the road, and like that, I was on my snowmobile racing down to save her. Did I make the wrong decision?
This girl…she could be a spy. Shit, she could be an assassin. They could have found me and sent her after me. Maybe she had a plan to play me, or maybe the car crash was a part of it. Put herself in a vulnerable position to lure me out. When you’ve been in spec ops as long as I have, you know never to underestimate your enemy.
I saved her life. I brought her here into my home where no one but me has been since I arrived. But now I’m faced with an impossible decision.
Clean up her wound, make sure she survives, or deal with this potential problem the way I was trained…
I bring the edge of the blade up to the soft skin of her delicate neck. It’s still red from the chill. Her body is still shaking, causing her beautiful breasts to jiggle like they were made for me.
My eyes move up to her angelic face. So tender. So vulnerable.
“Goddamn it…” I hiss under my breath, pulling the knife back.
No. I can’t do it. But I also can’t let her leave. Not until I know the truth.
I stand up, cock throbbing between my thighs, and stare down at my hostage—my potential assassin. And then I go to the closet where I keep the rope.
3
AVERY
My eyesopen heavily to a blur of a room. Something flickers to my left. I’m warm, not frozen.
But what about the crash? Swerving not to hit the baby deer. Falling out of the car and into the snow. I blink away the blur and look around. A massive stone hearth with a fire, gorgeous wood planking, glass walls.
Am I dead? Is this heaven?
I try to stand but can’t. And not because I’m exhausted or injured but because I’m tied to a chair.
“What the…?”
I yank hard with both arms, and a surge of pain shoots through my wrists as the ropes bite into my skin.
