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I clench my jaw. “Confident, much.”

“What’s your record, Lola?” he asks, ignoring my sarcastic response.

I remain still, my focus straight ahead. “What are you talking about?”

“Orgasms in a night? What’s your record, because whatever it is, I’m gonna smash it.”

I force a swallow, and my palms slick with sweat despite the chill in the night air. “Stop, Draven.”

He nibbles my earlobe, forcing me to draw in a ragged, juddering breath.

“You won’t say that when I’ve got you naked beneath me.”

“You don’t even like me. You’ve made that very clear.”

“I don’t need to like you to fuck you.”

I spin around, my insides twisting with a longing I don’t understand. Draven brings out dark desires I’ve never had before. The kind I wouldn’t have thought myself capable of.

“See, that’s where women and men are different. I do need to like you to fuck you, and I don’t. Like you, that is.”

He bends his head and catches my bottom lip between his teeth, his tongue sweeping along the inside. “Liar. If we were here under different circumstances, you’d fuck me right this second in this dirty alleyway. You’d let me slide my thick cock into your hot, soaking pussy, and bang you until you couldn’t see straight.” He breathes in through his nose. “I can smell your desire, Lola. I meant what I said. We get Kiera back and then you’re mine. I promise it’ll be a night you’ll never forget.”

He dots kisses along my jawline, pausing at my ear. “And for the record, I do like you, and you like me, so let’s stop lying to each other.” He gently cups my chin, tilting my head back so he can stare into my eyes, the intensity in his gaze making me weak at the knees. “Everything will be okay, Lola. Trust me.”

A ribbon of lust winds its way around my stomach, but I avert my gaze, unwilling to let him see the effect his words have on my mind and emotions—my body. His self-assured, cocky attitude might be a turn-off for some, but not for me. The things that annoy me the most about him are also the traits I find most attractive. I like our spats and get off on how roughly he handles me. Our verbal sparring turns me on in a way no other man has ever achieved. Yet the rare moments of tenderness are my undoing.

Before I can answer, the sound of a lock scraping reaches us, and I freeze, my eyes trained on the warehouse to the left. Shala appears, followed by two of his security team—the same guys we argued with in the club. There’s no sign of the third man who’d accompanied them here, though. One of the guys locks up, pockets the key, and gets in the driver’s side. Shala climbs into the back of his car with the second security guard, and it pulls away, disappearing around the corner.

“Game on,” Draven murmurs, making a move.

“Wait.” I grip his forearm. “Let’s call it in. We need backup.”

“Not yet. We don’t even know if the women are inside. Shala could be keeping anything in there: drugs, guns, stolen vehicles, even his mama’s birthday present. You wanna explain to the FBI why we called them unnecessarily?” Draven reaches into his jacket and pulls out a handgun. “Stay here. Let me have a scout around.”

“No,” I insist through gritted teeth. “You promised you’d do this my way. It’s my career on the line if this all goes wrong.”

His nostrils flare as he drives out a harsh sigh. “For fuck’s sake, all I’m gonna do is go around the far side of the warehouse and check things out. I’ll be back in five minutes. If the women are here, then we’ll call it in.”

Before I can counter, he breaks cover and darts around the side of the warehouse.

Goddammit!

Chapter 15

Draven

While skirting along the edge of the warehouse, I make sure to stay in the shadows. There aren’t any windows on this side of the building, nor the front opposite where Louise and I had waited.

A smile tugs at my lips. There’s no doubt her anger will build while I’m gone, and I fully expect payback when I return. I can’t wait. The idea of a raging Lola turns me on. The angrier she becomes, the harder my dick gets. I hope the women are being kept here, for their sake, for Lola’s, and selfishly, for mine. I’m desperate to fuck her, but when I get her into my bed, I want no distractions, no mind wandering, no guilt.

It occurs to me that behind Louise’s rants is an element of concern for me, and that my welfare matters to her. I rub a fist against my sternum, uncomfortable with the thought she might care that much, yet touched at the same time.

Forcing my mind back to the job at hand, I draw to a halt, holding my breath as I peer around the back of the property. Damn. The third man we’d seen outside Shala’s club is leaning against a wall smoking a cigarette, the tip glowing orange in the pitch black. He shifts his weight, rests one foot against the wall, then blows white plumes into the night air.

I estimate there’s ten feet between us, which is too far to try and take him down with a surprise attack, and using my gun will only attract more attention. I need to get through that door, though. Only by checking the inside of the warehouse will I know whether we have enough intel to call in the cops.

Bending down, I pick up a rock, throw it, and wait. Sure enough, I hear the unmistakable sound of a gun being cocked, then footsteps coming my way. I slip my own gun into the back of my jeans.

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