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“I already promised Holly.” Kostya leveled a stare, and I understood what he was saying. A promise to Holly was sacrosanct. “Tiara will be safe until we’ve finished this.”

“And how are we going to finish this?” I looked at the men in the room. “Do I even want to know what the brain trust in front of me has planned?”

“You’re not gonna like it,” Eric remarked dryly. Whatever they planned, they must have informed Eric when he went outside to meet them. “I, for one, think it’s a batshit crazy idea and too dangerous.”

“She already suggested it,” Alejandro interjected.

“Which you still haven’t told us how you know that,” Ten interrupted from behind me. I did a double-take at the sight of Wilford purring in his arms.

“I worked on a task force with the Rangers a few years ago,” Alejandro explained. “I made good friends. One of those friends gave me a heads-up about what happened during her interview and the one with Francesca Mendoza.”

Eric sneered. “Oh, that’s fucking great. Law enforcement leaking information like a sieve!”

“Yes, but what’s new?” Kostya ignored Eric’s outburst. “Nisha, how far are you willing to go?’

I held his questioning gaze. He meant Kiki. “To the very end.”

Wilford made a noise behind me, and Ten lowered him to the ground. The back door suddenly opened, and Ilya appeared with a bruised and bloodied man with hands zip-tied behind him. He shoved the man across the living room. “Look what I found!”

“Take him upstairs to the second bedroom,” Kostya ordered. “I’ll need to get my bag from the car.”

The man Ilya had captured started to plead and cry, and I stood there absolutely shocked. I glared at Eric. Had he known? Is that why he had been so tetchy at dinner? He didn’t want me to find out that Ilya was outside hunting a man. A man who probably wanted to kill me.

“Come on.” Ten grabbed my hand, brooking no refusal, and tugged me toward him. “We need to talk.”

As he led me across the cabin, I suspected there wasn’t going to be much talking happening at all. When I stepped into the bedroom we had claimed as ours, he shut and locked the door behind us. He walked to the faux vintage radio on the dresser and flicked it on, turning up the volume. Otis Redding began to croonI’ve Been Loving You Too Long, and I couldn’t help but think that was fate.

Ten’s mouth crashed down on mine. Whimpering, I clutched at his arms, desperate for purchase as I tried not to fall. He slid one arm around my waist, hauling me up tight against him. The other cupped the back of my neck, holding me right where he wanted me as he plundered my mouth.

The smell of him, the taste of him, intoxicated me. My head spun, and I wondered if this was what Beyoncé meant when she sang about being drunk in love. “Anton.”

“Do you want me to stop?” He kissed my cheek and my neck, and I gasped at the sensation of his teeth scraping over my pulse point.

“No. Don’t.”

“I need you.” He walked me back toward the bed. “I need to be inside you.”

There was something primal in the air. Ten exuded raw sexual lust, and I wanted him to take me, to ravish me, to find satisfaction in my body. Even though his hands were gentle, he wasn’t careful with my clothing. He tugged and jerked and yanked until I was naked from the waist down, wearing only my faded and well-loved Alicia Keys tee.

“On your knees,” he urged, and I scrambled to comply. My pussy throbbed, and my breasts ached as Ten stroked my bare ass and ran his hands along my thighs and hips. His fingers skimmed along my slit, and he groaned at the wetness he encountered there. “Look at how ready you are for me, Nisha.”

I hit back a cry of pleasure as two of his thick fingers thrust into me. He worked them slowly in and out while the fingers of his other hand played with my clit.

“I promise when this is over, and we have more time, I’ll make this up to you. You can sit on my face and drown me with your pussy juice.” He gave my ass a playful slap. “But I can’t wait anymore.”

My face burned. The way he said such filthy things, the dirty compliments he gave me, made my pulse pound. He was wild and wicked, and he wanted me. He craved me. He needed me.

“Touch your clit for me.” Ten unbuckled his belt and lowered his zipper. “Be a good girl and get yourself close.”

I managed to shift my weight to one knee and rubbed my fingers over the pearl hidden there. It was so sensitive, and I knew without a doubt that Ten was going to make me lose my damned mind once he got inside me.

He dragged the head of his cock through my folds, slicking his skin with my arousal. He pressed into me, and I buried my face in the covers, refusing to let anyone else in the cabin know what we were doing in there.

But Ten didn’t want quiet. He wanted me to make noise. He wanted everyone to know he was laying claim to me and that he could satisfy me like no one else.

His first thrust drew a soft cry from my lips, the second a gasp, and the third a keening wail. I didn’t know how, but he felt bigger inside me, thicker and longer than this morning. Maybe he was more excited, more amped up, or maybe he just really got turned on by the sight of my bare ass slamming against his thighs.

I couldn’t hold myself up with one hand and rub my clit with the other. His thrusts were too powerful, and it took every bit of my weight to push back and meet them. Otherwise, I was going to slide across the bed.

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