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She wouldn’t say it. No matter how much I messed with her.

And I hated it. Hated that she was so much stronger than I had given her credit for. Hated her for that desperate ambition and loved her for it at the same time. She was stubborn and irritating and sometimes a damned mess, but she was incredible.

“Read to me,” I howled. And she did. Her words jagged with each panting breath. But neither of us paid attention. None of it made sense. But no matter how much I twisted and pulled at her nipples and clit, teasing my cock against her dripping pussy lips, she read those words like her life depended on it. Because she wanted to prove me wrong, to show me she was capable, even when it came to this. To show me she was so much more than that.

And she did. Every damn time.

I smacked my palm down on her pussy and she jumped back onto me, pushing her ass into me, wanting so badly to take everything.

“Fuck it,” I growled.

I pressed her head into the book, then slammed into her, giving in to what we both wanted. Her walls squeezed around me and she drooled on the book, moaning into that empty room. And I couldn’t stop myself anymore. I knew what I wanted, and it was all her. I came inside of her, then pulled out, letting my come drip down her legs.

“Now,” I said, smirking as she gathered herself together. “Finish closing up.”

“You’re leaving?” she asked.

That glow on her face made me want to shove her up against the wall and do it again, but I held back.

“Two words,” I said. “And I’ll drop everything to worship you right now.”

And that’s when I realized it.

I wasn’t there because of work. I wasn’t there to prove to myself that I could control her. I wasn’t there to teach her who she truly was.

I was there because I would do anything for her.

Her eyes sparkled up at me. My throat ached. I needed to get out of there now. I had to remove myself.

“I’ll call you,” I said.

“You better,” she said. And I was there, back in that college bar, looking at her while she tried to prove herself to me. All I had wanted was to fuck her like I had fucked other women. To prove to myself that she was nothing.

But now I was falling in love with her.

As I opened the exit door to the parking lot, a man backed away from Fiona’s new car, shuffling out of sight. I rubbed my forehead as I made sure she was still inside.

“What’s wrong?” Fiona asked.

“Work,” I said. “I’ll see you later. Lock up.”

I closed the door, then removed my gun with a silencer, and found the man waiting around by the entrance, getting another view inside. The best course of action would have been to let him kill Fiona, watch where he went, and see if he would take the corpse back to Roth.

But I wasn’t going to let anything happen to her.

I pulled him into a headlock, dragging him toward mySUV. He struggled, shoved his elbow into my chest, throwing his gun into my chin.

I should have kept him alive. We could question him.

But he was threatening my girl.

I put a bullet in his temple.

Peace washed over me. I had to deal with a corpse, but she was safe. I called one of my men to tail her back to the apartment, then took care of the Hatchcom scum.

Back at the farm, one of the recruits checked; sure enough, the man was Hatchcom Focus, one of the few soldiers they had left.

Letting them get close to Fiona in any capacity wasn’t acceptable. It was time to put an end to this.Now.

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