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I was on fire almost instantly, my core already ignited.

“Don’t worry, little pet. If you’re very good, you’ll be provided with all the ecstasy you desire.”

Exhaling, I dragged myself out of the vision. It seemed so real, as if I could reach out and touch them. I hadn’t indulged in a fantasy so spectacular in several months.

As soon as the elevator doors opened, I took long strides towards my suite, fighting to get the card into the slot. All of a sudden, I wanted to write down my lurid thoughts. I was used to writing songs, had dozens of them in reserve that I planned to record, but this was different.

This was much more personal.

Once inside, I flew into the bathroom, stripping off my clothes and struggling into the thick terry cloth robe. Then I headed for the kitchenette, yanking a wine glass from the cabinet and filling it with merlot. After taking a sip, I realized the only paper I had with me had been prepared for musical notes, not a story.

What the hell? I’d put the thick pad to good use anyway.

I yanked a pad from the credenza where I’d placed some of my things, taking it and the wine into my bedroom. With the light on, I flopped on the bed. After another sip of merlot, I placed the glass on the nightstand.

Then I began to write furiously, my pussy aching after only a few minutes. Perhaps I’d meet up with Hunter, exploring something naughty. My thoughts drifted to Cain, my nipples aching. I slipped my hand under the robe, rubbing then twisting my nipple. What was so wrong with having a sexy fling with a bad boy or two?

I eased back on the pillow, rolling my other hand down the robe, sliding the two sides apart. As I rolled my palm around my bare mound, I envisioned both men together. Desire roared through me, and I flicked my finger across my clit, biting my lower lip to keep from making a single sound. The moment I closed my eyes again, a flash of an image shot across my mind’s eye. It was different, certainly not as deliciously filthy as the earlier one.

For some reason, the swarm of butterflies I’d experienced earlier turned into a raging group of biting fire ants. I jerked up, my body shaking.

Why did I have a terrible feeling that Jillian’s warning was one I should listen to?

And that she knew more than she was telling me?

The ugliness of danger was stronger than it had ever been before, as if I should know them from some point in my life.

Hissing, I grabbed my wine. Several years of my life were missing, an accident. My parents had told me nothing about the circumstances, but for some crazy reason, I knew it was important that I remember them.

But why?

CHAPTER 13

Cain

Soon…

The single word texted from a burner phone that had likely been tossed had changed my mood entirely.

To say I was wired would be a serious understatement.

If the implied threat was meant to send me cowering into a corner, it had provided the opposite effect.

I was ungodly enraged. Anything could set me off, and something had.

After dealing with the prick who had Rose’s life in the palm of his hand, I was hungry for blood. I considered myself to be a tolerant man most of the time. However, when I got to a certain point, people knew to stay out of my way. Even looking at me sideways could be grounds for termination or worse.

“You’re on edge. Again.” The words were said as I strolled into the outer room, my righthand man waiting for me. Brock Carter was the only person in my employ, and one of three in the world who could get away with tossing out basic insults.

He had his arms folded but threw his hand out, his palm pressing against my chest to stop me from barreling into the room where the jerk who’d almost killed his wife was being held.

“Don’t do this, Brock.” My snarl was laced with venom. At this point, there were two methods of soothing the anger and settling the darkness furrowing inside like a rancid infection. Unfortunately, brutal sex was off the table. I wasn’t in the mood to pretend I gave a damn about a woman long enough to get my rocks off.

The second was just as enjoyable, albeit messy. I wanted to peel away every inch of skin from the bastard who’d dared attack a woman. I’d done it before, but this time it would be personal.

Exhaling, he didn’t budge. He simply shook his head. “I wouldn’t be doing the job you hired me to do if I allowed you inside that room right now. You’ll kill him and that jerk still needs to provide for his family. He’s all they have.”

“Who gives a fuck?” I backed away, taking a deep breath and holding it.

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