Page 71 of The Sinner's Touch

“What do we have here, Agent Pretty Boy?” Donovan cocked his head and studied Kade. “That kind of rage only comes from someone who’s close to the victim. Who is she to you? Sister? No, I don’t think so. Girlfriend?”

Kade balled his fist.

“Definitely your girlfriend.” Donovan smiled, his eyes as bright as a kid’s in a candy store. “Don’t you want to know what I did to your girl? We’ve had so much fun together.”

“Shut the fuck up.” Viktor moved closer, and Kade took a step toward Donovan, his vision tinted red.

“Uh, uh, uh, Agent.” Donovan pressed the knife into the officer’s throat. To his credit, the man didn’t so much as make a sound when the blade bit into his skin and blood oozed from the cut. “You take one more step, and he dies.”

Kade stopped, but Viktor didn’t. He kept edging closer and closer, inching along the wall and staying away from the glare of the hallway light so his shadow wouldn’t appear on the floor.

“She has exquisite skin. Those cinnamon rosebuds of hers like to pucker up just so when you suck on them first and then use your teeth to pull them. She tastes so good. She felt even better when I buried my cock inside her. All that tight, wet heat. Her voice goes all raspy when she moans around my cock. Yes,Agent, we had so much fun while we waited for you. Best fuck I’ve had in a long time.”

Viktor pounced the same time Kade lost it and rushed the unsub. The officer stomped down hard on Donovan’s foot when Viktor forced the knife away from his throat, causing Donovan to relax his grasp enough for the officer to free himself and move just as Kade’s fist met the unsub’s stomach.

Donovan grunted and leaned forward, slamming his head into Viktor’s hard enough to make Viktor release him. Kade’s grin matched Donovan’s, and they slammed into each other, fists flying. It was a dance of punch and move, duck and swing. Donovan wasn’t a weakling. He fought as hard and dirty as any of Kade’s brothers.

Donovan’s eyes were cold, madness swirling in them as the knife swung toward Kade. He leaned back and followed it up with a swift punch to the man’s jaw, taking advantage of the forward motion of Donovan’s swing. What he didn’t count on was Donovan absorbing the punch and using Kade’s momentum against him. The hot sting of the blade entering his flesh barely registered as Kade let out a roar and grabbed the man by the throat, rage guiding him as he stared at the grinning madman who’d raped his wife. He choked him, following him down as Donovan’s legs gave out.

“Kade, let go!”

He ignored Bailey, ignored the futile attempts to pry his hands away from Donovan. He wanted to see the light leave the bastard’s eyes as he died.

“Kade, if you kill him, you’ll go to jail. Then what’ll happen to Angel? She needs you, and if you go to jail, you’ll have left her all over again.Let go.”

Kade tightened his grip on Donovan’s throat, his fingers digging in, but he couldn’t ignore Viktor’s words. He wouldn’t leave her again, and she needed him more than he needed tokill this piece of shit. He let go, and several officers rushed him, pulling him away from the unsub.

Angel watched, horrified as they fought. Gagged as she was, there was no way to tell them he was lying, that he hadn’t penetrated her. She saw the rage turn to blind madness in Kade’s eyes. They struggled, and she twisted, ignoring her pain as she tried to see what was happening. When the two of them fell to the floor, she struggled harder. Kade would kill him. Then she’d lose him all over again. Her eyes begged Viktor to stop him. He leaned down and whispered something to his brother. What, she didn’t know, but Kade released the man they called Donovan. Her whole body sagged in relief. He hadn’t killed him. Thank God.

Kade turned toward her, shaking off the officers holding him, and took several steps, but he stumbled. He looked down at his shirt, and she followed his gaze. Several dark red spots were blooming across the fabric. He was hurt. The crazy man must have stabbed him.

“I’m coming,moye serdtse.” Kade took several more steps toward her, his face going white as more and more blood soaked his shirt. He was trying to get to her, and Angel started thrashing. She needed to make them help him. She couldn’t lose him. Not again. One of the officers rushed to her, taking the gag out of her mouth.

“Viktor!” she screamed.

Viktor hurried toward her but stopped when he saw his brother, who looked pale and began to sway. He cursed in Russian and barely caught Kade before he fell. “Get EMS in here now!” Viktor yanked Kade’s button-down shirt open and gasped. He took off his own shirt and pressed it down on one of the wounds.

“Viktor, is he okay?”

Viktor’s eyes met hers, and she knew. It was bad.

No. God couldn’t be this cruel to her. He’d just given Kade back. He couldn’t take him away. Not now.Please, don’t take him.

“I’m good,” Kade said and tried to sit up. His brother held him down.

“Stay still, fucker. I can’t get this bleeding to stop if you keep moving.”

The officer finally got her cuffs off, and she fell off the bed, not caring she was as naked as the day she was born. She crawled over to Kade and took his hand, ignoring the pain every movement caused.

“I’m sorry,moye serdtse.” Kade’s grip on her hand weakened, and he coughed. “I tried to get here in time.”

“You did, though. He lied. He didn’t rape me. He was about to when his alarm went off. You saved me, Kade. You kept me safe.”

“He didn’t?”

“No. He didn’t. I swear it on our son’s memory. He didn’t rape me.”

Kade coughed again, and a small trickle of blood leaked out of the corner of his mouth, causing her and Viktor to flinch.

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