Page 10 of Love Fire

“That’s not how we do it.” Technically, Draconis Fire has no legal right to make arrests, but she doesn’t need to know that.

“Okay, then how do you,” she takes a long pause as she licks her lips. “Do it?”

Is she trying to flirt right now? She must think she has spotted a weakness in me. But that was just a momentary distraction caused by her beauty. It won’t work, not today, I have a job to do.

I press her harder into the wall, getting my whole body closer to her’s. She smiles a little as I do. OK, maybe it will work on me. I instinctively flex my muscles so she can feel them against her curvy body. Her smile grows a little more.

I start leaning into her more and more. It’s taking all my energy to not do anything else. My mind wanders to the thought of taking her right now. Stripping her naked right here to reveal what’s underneath.

God, all I can think about is fucking her right now. Her scent and beauty are intoxicating. It’s what I want, it’s what I need. The only question is how I’ll do it first. I could bend her over, or take her up against the wall, or I could use her mouth to-

NO! I need to focus. I have a job to do. I’m not throwing away all I’ve worked for just to fuck some human drug dealer.

“You’re coming with me.” I finally lean away from her and quickly slap some handcuffs on her before my more animalistic instincts kick in again. I grab her duffel bag full of drugs and drag her outside.

“Come on,” she begs as I shove her into the back seat of my car. “I’ll do anything if you let me go.”

I slam the door closed before I have time to consider the offer. I then hop in the front seat and angle the rearview mirror so I can keep an eye on her. It’s time to begin the long drive home.

We ride in silence for a while. I occasionally take a peak in the mirror to make sure she isn’t up to anything. I’ve got to admit, she still looks good handcuffed and shoved in a back seat. Her arms being forced behind her back just accentuates her curves. I need to get home before I give in.

“So,” she breaks the silence. “What’s your name?”

Typical - trying to bond with your kidnapper so they’ll feel bad and let you go. Not going to work on me. I don’t respond.

“How long have you been with Draconis Fire?”

I don’t respond again. But I do take another moment to admire her in the mirror. The stress must be getting to her because she is covered in sweat. Her tan skin glistens, making her all the more alluring.

“Have you ever-?”

I turn on the radio and crank the volume as loud as it goes. It drowns out her questions for the rest of the drive. I can’t risk getting carried away and answering a question. The less she knows about me the better. Especially since I know so little about her.

I mean, I assumed she was just some average street dealer. But she had a lot of Iridescent on her. That’s far from low-level. So, who the hell is she?

11

ERIN

Shit, how the hell am I going to find a way outta this one?

I’m staring holes into the back of Brent’s head. I should have known when I first saw him that he’s a Draconis Agent. How could I not have put two and two together when he almost caught me the first time? He was way too interested in what I was doing and was even bold enough to mention that he saw the money. I glare at him through the rearview mirror cursing the way he made my blood race when he pushed me up against that wall.

Fuck all if I wouldn't have let him take me. I’m shameless.

Thank the night nothing happened though. It would have been horrifying to sleep with someone on my father's payroll. Of course, I don't know that for certain yet but either way, my chances of getting out of this unscathed have plummeted to negative five. He's either working for my father or working for Draconis. At the moment, I’m not sure which I’d prefer.

Either way, he can’t be trusted. No one can. My best bet is going to be to speak as little as possible. I need to gather information. I tear my eyes away from him. Fuck him and his impossibly hot body and his devastatingly fulL lips.

I’m not an idiot.

The beautiful ones are the most dangerous.

My arms are starting to ache from the awkward sitting position by the time we pull up to a large black gate. The estate we drive into has a massive mansion sitting in its center. Well damn, I think I’m being kidnapped.

“Draconis Fire really has changed hasn't it,” I say sarcastically.

He glares at me but says nothing. Getting out of the car and walking over to my side. His large hand reaches behind me hooking onto my closest arm as he helps to lift me out of the door.

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