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lips. Her clit was engorged, throbbing. So desperate that
as Kira played the temptress on Ian's nipples

she rubbed the desperate knot of flesh against his thigh
where she straddled it.

Hard male hands bunched in her hair as she moaned, rocking
against his thigh and nibbling at the tight

flesh before licking the hard little point.

Her clit raked over tough, hair-spattered flesh and her
juices dampened his thigh. The world began to

recede as pleasure began to rock through her.

"You're like silk and satin, Kira." His hard,
gravelly voice was a different stroke of pleasure. "Silky

mouth, satiny pussy. Wet and sweet for me."

 

She whispered a cry over his chest as she began to move
lower. She had to taste him. Needed to fill her

mouth with the male strength and hunger beneath her.

"I love touching you." The breathless words
whispered past her lips without thought. "I love feeling you

like this. So hard and powerful."

She licked at his hard abdomen, raked her teeth over it,
skirting the throbbing head of his cock as his

hands pulled at her hair.

Tiny streaks of fiery sensation exploded along her scalp as
his hips flexed and the engorged cock head

stroked along her cheek.

Oh, she knew what he wanted, what she wanted. All of it.
Every sensual touch of pleasure wrung from

both their bodies.

Her tongue peeked out, raked along the crest, and a
muttered groan left his lips. The hard stalk of flesh

throbbed and pounded with need as she moved lower.

She licked over the tight flesh, but didn't linger. As she
moved between his thighs, her gaze fastened on

the tight, hard spheres that had drawn up tight beneath the
hard shaft.

Dark blond male hairs stroked her chin as she placed her
tongue at the line that separated his balls from

his cock. He jerked beneath her, a low groan vibrating in
his chest as she licked sensually, enjoying the

male taste against her lips, power and lust and salty
spice.

"Kira, baby, you're pushing control here." His
voice was so husky, so raspy it was like sandpaper in the

sensual silence of the room.

"Should I restrain you?" She smiled as she laid a
kiss at the base of his cock, then let her teeth rake the

area with the utmost gentleness.

He almost snarled in pleasure. The sound had her womb
spasming as her pussy clenched with the need

to surround his cock.

"Maybe I should restrain you," he groaned.
"You couldn't destroy a man's control then."

"If you restrained me, I couldn't do this." She
laid her lips along the side of the tight sac, opened them,

and sucked the flesh into her mouth. Her tongue stroked,
probed, and her mouth suckled sensually as his

thighs tensed beside her face.

He liked it. Hell, he might even love it.

Using her suckling mouth, the gentle rasp of teeth, and her
lashing tongue, she explored the violently

tense sac, feeling the ripples of response in the hard
length of his cock and the muscles of his thighs.

"You're going to mess me up with this," he
protested, but the hard hands in her hair held her to him.

"Hell, you're going to knock yourself out of getting
that sweet pussy ate. Do you want to do that?"

"You can dine later." She smiled against his
balls. "This time, it's my turn."

She moved higher, licking along the tight flesh of his
erection until she reached the crest. Until she could

 

surround it with her mouth and suck it in. Her tongue
played, she sucked, moaned, and felt her pussy

gushing with slick dampness.

The taste of precum against her tongue had her moaning in
hunger. The feel of his hands pulling at her

hair, his muscles tightening further beneath her, warned
her that his control would end soon.

She looked up at his face, saw the sweat beaded on his
forehead as he stared down at her, small rivulets

moving along the side of his face as his jaw clenched, his
teeth bared.

She tongued the hard cock head, sucked it deep and felt it
throb at the back of her throat before her

own body forced the end of her play.

If she didn't have him inside her, she wouldn't survive. If
she didn't feel the thick, iron-hard flesh filling

her, then she might implode from the pressure.

"Come on, baby," he groaned as she moved up his
body, one hand moving from her hair to grip her

thigh and move it over his body as she straddled his hips.
"Give us both what we need."

She whimpered as the engorged crest tucked between the
swollen lips of her pussy. Gazing into his

eyes, she felt her juices wash from her body, coating his
cock head, preparing it to stretch and possess.

"You know what's going to happen," he warned her
tightly. "I can't take you easy."

"If I wanted easy," she panted. "I wouldn't
have followed you."

His hands gripped her hips as he suddenly shifted, his hips
plunging up, driving his cock halfway inside

her as her back bowed and a throttled scream left her
throat.

"Fuck, feel how tight you are, Kira," he snarled.
"So tight and hot over my cock you're burning me

alive."

Her head tossed, her lips parted to draw in air as she
locked her eyes with his.

"Not enough." She could barely breathe for the
pleasure, the hunger. "Not enough."

She could feel the perspiration running over her breasts,
feel her juices flowing through her pussy as it

stretched to accommodate the girth filling it.

"I have more, sweetheart," he crooned roughly.
"God, do I have more for you."

He retreated, pulled back, his hands tightening at her
hips. As she felt him gather to plunge inside her

again, she tightened the muscles of her pussy and thrust
down.

Their cries mingled, wove together, as the force of each
movement plunged his erection to the hilt inside

her.

There was no stopping her now, and there was no stopping
him. Straining, thrusting upward, he fucked

into her with hard, powerful strokes and she moved with
him, riding him hard, pushing herself to take all

the pleasure she could gather.

His hands bit into her hips. Her clit rasped against his
pelvis as she leaned forward, her hands bracing on

 

his chest, and a second later, everything inside her
exploded.

She screamed his name, because she couldn't hold it back.
She heard her name echo around her as she

disintegrated.

The orgasm was violent, clenching the muscles of her pussy
around his suddenly spurting cock as his

seed jetted inside her. Her womb spasmed, rippled, and
pleasure detonated there as well. Her clit burst

with sensation as her orgasm echoed and built throughout
her body until it exploded in one last fiery

conflagration and flung her into a world of star-studded
night and rapturous color.

"I love you," she cried, falling against his
chest as involuntary spasms gripped them both. "God help me,

Ian. I love you."

"Love you," he groaned, his corded body still
tight, his cock jerking inside her. "Ah baby, I love you."

Perspiration melded them together as the tiny aftershocks
slowly eased through both their bodies.

Exhaustion claimed her, dragging her eyes down, reminding
her of the sleep she had lost in the past days.

Just for a minute, she thought, letting it have her as Ian
held her safe and warm in his arms. She would

give in for just a moment.

Twenty-nine

THEY MANAGED A FEW HOURS'sleep then a quick shower at the
edge of darkness.

"I need you to dress soft," he told her as she
walked naked to the closet where her clothes had been

placed.

"Soft in what manner?" She looked back at him,
considering her options.

"Sorrell will check you for weapons." His
expression was heavy, tormented. "I want him to think you're

helpless, weak. He knows who you are, so he knows you're
smart. But he doesn't know you're deadly.

Let's keep him in the dark where that's concerned."

Kira nodded and moved into the closet. She chose a
butter-soft bronze sundress and creamy ultrahigh

heels.

Four-inch heels were sexy as hell, and these added another
element. Each heel contained a three-inch

razor-sharp dagger imbedded within it.

She couldn't carry a gun but the stretchy silk of the dress
would be easy to move in. It was short enough

to allow her legs a measure of freedom but long enough to
preserve her modesty.

Her panties were a thong, her bra lacy and comfortable.
When she finished dressing, she was the

epitome of helpless female.

"You're fucking dangerous," Ian growled as she
checked the daggers in the heels of the shoes before

sliding them on her feet.

 

"Smart." She grinned. "It wasn't easy
figuring out how to insert those daggers."

"Yeah, I can see that." He swallowed tightly.

Kira let her gaze flicker over his jean-clad thighs and
held back her smile at the evidence of the arousal

that filled his jeans.

"You need to get a handle on that hard-on, Ian,"
she murmured, sidling up to him, her hand smoothing

down his chest to the bulge in his jeans.

Her hand shaped it lovingly as his palm slid up her side
and cupped the undercurve of her breast.

"Be careful," he whispered against her lips
again. "Be safe."

"You watch my back, I'll watch yours," she
promised, returning the stroke of his lips against her own.

"We'll be okay, you'll see."

Her hand slid back up his chest until it pressed over his
heart. She felt the hard, steady thump and

strengthened herself with it. It was almost over. One way
or the other, the danger that stalked him, the life

that would have destroyed him, was almost over.

"Don't stand in my way," he warned her then.

Kira froze and looked at him, feeling the heaviness clench
her chest.

"What do you mean?"

"With Diego. Don't stand in my way, Kira."

She nodded slowly. It was her job to stand in his way, to
protect Diego, but as she gazed at Ian, she

knew she couldn't, she wouldn't do it.

Lives had been destroyed because of Diego. He saw the life
he lived as a game, an amusing pastime

where he made the rules and he directed the players; that
would never stop.

Teenagers had died because of whore's dust. He had made
millions off the underground rape videos his

men had made using the drug. Innocent women had committed
suicide, or lived with the knowledge that

their greatest pain was being salivated over by distant
watchers.

He had tortured Nathan, tortured him, found pleasure in the
battle the other man had fought to stay true

to his marriage vows.

He was a monster. It didn't matter that the monster loved
his son, because even that would be twisted,

used, and would ultimately destroy Ian.

Walking away wasn't an option for Ian. He would know he'd
had the chance to stop the horror and

hadn't taken it and it would destroy him in ways that
killing Diego never could.

"I have your back." She finally whispered the
promise, the vow. "No matter what you do, Ian. I have

your back."

 

The brooding pain in his gaze slowly eased away, his eyes
becoming flat, hard. This was the cartel heir,

the man who had proved he was strong enough, merciless
enough, to hold the reins of the Fuentes cartel.

All she could think was that DHS was damned lucky he was on
their side, rather than the enemy's.

He finally nodded in turn before walking to the dresser.
Drawing the Glock from the upper drawer, he

pushed it into the back of his jeans then collected the
extra clips of ammo.

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