Page 86 of The Perfect Stranger

“Having you underneath me…” I whispered. “Listening to you scream with my face between your legs. The way your back arches while you come. None of that was manipulation. I fucking loved every part of it, as did you.” My hard cock pressed against her ass. “And I would do it all over again if it meant I could taste your pussy and have you wet for me.”

“Get off me!”

“You look so beautiful when I move inside of you.”

“Please, just get off me.”

My hand slipped between us, grazing her pussy from behind. “I intrigue you just as much as you intrigue me. Even in a situation as this…” sliding one finger in, she gasped, “…you still crave to feel me as much as I do you.”

“That’s not true,” she said, unconvinced, tears dropping on the pillow. “Why have you led me to my death?”

Rolling Nina onto her back, I straddled her legs. In case she swung again, I held her hands above her head swept my free hand along the back side of the bedhead.

“What are you doing?” she asked, confused.

“Shhh,” I warned before finding what I was looking for. Nina tilted her head and watched my every move. I pulled the bug no bigger than a thimble free before opening the side drawer and dropping it in.

I lowered my mouth to her ear and whispered, “Keep your voice low. There will be more of those and they’ll hear everything we say. Do you understand?”

Her eyes widened, cautious, nervous.

“Do you understand?” I asked again.

She nodded, beautiful brows frowning in question.

“I haven’t led you to your death. I have a purpose. A reason for being here. You can look at yourself as bait, but the fact is, very soon their eyes won’t be on you.”

“So why am I here?” she barely breathed. “A distraction?”

“In a way, yes. Keeping you alive is my number one priority, cariña. You will be walking out of this. But understand, I will not rest until this cartel is brought to its knees.”

“You’re a part of this cartel, why would you destroy it?”

“I’ve been in Special Forces for many years, specializing in bringing down terrorists and cartels. This one however, the department won’t touch. And it just so happens this particular one is on top of my kill list. For reasons I cannot divulge. But trust me when I say, they have what’s coming to them. I’ve never met Evan Jacobs, but I have reason to believe he did not have your best interests at heart. I also do not belong to a cartel.”

“Your tattoo? Of the Virgin Mary?”

“Merely to assimilate. I’ve been building foundations within the framework for two years waiting for Luis Santos to show his face. He’s my target. You and the promise of a paycheck, a hefty one at that, could well be what I need for him to crawl out from under his rock.”

“I don’t know how to break into the national security base. I—”

“Cariña, I don’t expect you to.”

“What? What am I doing here then?”

“They know you’ve worked on fraud related cases. They know you’re FBI. They know you can make things happen. Because of Garcia’s connections to the cartel, he inadvertently made you their target.”

“What did he have to do with them? I know he wouldn’t have been helping willingly.”

For the next few minutes I filled in the gaps.

Garcia and his connection with Evan Jacobs.

The case is known as the Narcotic Triangle between three rivaling cartels.

The missing money.

Garcia’s involvement.

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