A cryptic message from her brother leaves Rina Devargas with a secret and no one to trust…
Carrying the fate of a nation in a locket next to her heart, Rina’s life is turned upside down as her brother’s partner, McCall, moves into her home under the guise of keeping her safe. Though she surrenders her body to his dark desires, someone betrayed John, and until McCall gives her a sign, Rina can’t be certain that someone isn’t him.
Assigned to protect her, Connor McCall must gain Rina’s confidence the only way he knows how…
Having once shared a night of forbidden pleasure, McCall reawakens her submissive appetite for dominance. However, keeping his mind on the job and his hands off Rina proves difficult—remaining aloof from his feelings for her, even more so. He’s been down that road and paid a handsome price for it-the life of a fellow agent. With an assassination plot brewing and killers after Rina, will McCall gain her trust before it’s too late? Or will their dangerous desires ultimately destroy them all?
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This excerpt contains explicit sexual material and is intended for readers 18 years of age and older.
What came next stunned her, freezing her in place. McCall put his wine glass down on the counter, reached for her and brushed his lips against hers. Just a brief contact but it seared her down to her toes. Her bones felt as if they were melting and she could have sworn the ground shifted beneath her feet.
Move, her inner voice commanded, but not one of her muscles would obey.
McCall traced the seam of her lips with his tongue, an artist’s stroke painting the surface. A tiny sound whispered from her mouth. As if it was a signal he was waiting for, he captured her in a kiss so hot it burned her lips. His hands cupped her face, holding her head in place, while he fed on her, his tongue pressing inside and tasting the texture of her flesh.
She gripped his wrists but not to pull them away. She couldn’t have broken the kiss if someone paid her to.
Time stood still while he devoured every corner of her mouth, his fingers lean and hot against her cheeks.
When he lifted his head his silver eyes had darkened almost to black.
Rina felt dazed and weak.
He studied her face, his breathing uneven. “Two choices. Either tell me to leave or tell me where your bedroom is.”
She had trouble getting the words out. “Upstairs. Last door on the right.”