Page 45 of Wilde and Deadly

“And now you know,” she shot back. “Happy?”

“Ecstatic,” he growled. His eyes blazed, his fingers flexing at his sides. His breathing was rough, uneven, like he was fighting something inside himself.

Then, all at once, he stopped fighting.

His grip on her wrist tightened, hard enough to steal her breath, and he yanked her against him. Before she could react, his mouth crashed down on hers in a bruising kiss. Rowan gasped in surprise but quickly melted into him, her free hand fisting in his shirt as she kissed him back with equal fervor.

The kiss was all teeth and tongues, a clash of anger and passion. Davey’s hands roamed her body roughly, pulling her impossibly closer as if he could erase the lies and betrayal with the force of his touch.

She slid her hands up his chest and around his neck, fingers tangling in his hair as she pressed herself against him. The pain from her injuries faded to a dull throb, overwhelmed by the heat of Davey’s touch. She bit his lower lip, drawing a growl from deep in his throat.

Suddenly, Davey broke the kiss and spun her around, pinning her against the wall with his body. He delved a hand under the oversized t-shirt and stroked between her legs.

“You’re going to tell me everything, Ro.” His breath was hot against her ear, his voice low and dangerous. “Every detail about this contract, who might be behind it, and why they want me dead.”

“I don’t know much,” she gasped, arching against him as he teased her clit. “The job came through an anonymous broker. All I know is that someone powerful wants you out of the picture before you can fully take control of Wilde Security.”

He shoved a finger into her as if punishing her, and then another, and a third until she was stretched and her knees nearly gave out from the intense mix of pleasure and pain. His fingers curled inside her, finding that spot that made her see stars.

“Not good enough,” he growled. “I need names, Rowan. Who’s the broker?”

She gasped, struggling to form coherent thoughts as he worked her mercilessly. “I don’t…I can’t...”

He stilled his hand, denying her the friction she craved. “Try harder.”

Frustrated tears pricked her eyes. “Dammit, Davey. I don’t know names. That’s the whole point of using brokers.”

His thumb circled her clit, sending jolts of pleasure through her core. “Then give me something I can use. Anything.”

She racked her brain, desperate for information that might satisfy him. “The money…it came through a shell company. Kryos Solutions.”

His fingers resumed their torturous rhythm, drawing a moan from her lips.

“Kryos Solutions,” he repeated, his voice a low rumble against her ear. “That’s a start. What else?”

She tried to focus through the haze of pleasure and pain. “The... the contract. It specified you had to die before the end of last year. Before you officially took over Wilde Security.”

His hand stilled again, and Rowan bit back a frustrated groan.

“Why?” he demanded. “What changes when I take over?”

“I don’t know,” she gasped. “But it must be significant if someone’s willing to pay this much to prevent it.”

Davey’s free hand came up to grip her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze over her shoulder. His blue eyes were dark with a mix of lust and anger, and she could feel the hard ridge of his cock against her ass. “What else?”

She shook her head, barely able to form words. “Nothing... that’s all I know. Please, Davey...”

He nipped at her earlobe. “Please, what?”

“Let me come,” she gasped and reached down between her legs, desperate to finish the job herself. “God, please let me come.”

He slapped her hand away, and his eyes bored into hers, searching for any hint of deception. “How much?”

“Two million. Half up front, half when the job was done.”

His jaw worked soundlessly for a moment. “Jesus. Christ. Where’s the money they already paid?”

“I donated it to a women’s shelter. I never wanted it.”

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