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sexual match. A rare find. But she wasn’t his. This wasn’t real. When the mission was over, they’d go their separate ways, never to cross paths again.
    In all the years she’d worked undercover, she never wished for the con to be more real than she did at that moment.
    Fine spy she was.
    Mission log: Day one.
    Failed.
    Reason.
    She fell in love with her partner.
     
     

 
    Chapter Six
     
    Who was Alayna Devlin?
    A foot of space separated them from where she lay beside him on the mattress. Part of him felt as if they were on opposite sides of the Grand Canyon while at the same time she was inside him.
    The idea was madness. All he knew was they shared a need for revenge and a good fuck. Okay, a phenomenal fuck. If he were being honest, the best fuck of his life. But fucking was all it could be.
    Her cries as she came…as she begged…
    Damn.
    She probably didn’t even know she said please over and over again before he made her come.
    A tiny voice stirred in the back of his mind, telling him that he was delusional, and that he knew her. Somehow he knew the heart of the woman lying beside him, but he punched the fucker back down and reminded himself of the present. They were on a mission, and the night before had been a game. A test. Could they play their roles, and the answer had been a resounding yes. That was all.
    The bright glare of the Las Vegas sunshine filtered in through the thick windowpane onto Alayna’s sleep softened face. Marks of his possession covered her body. He’d been rough on her, rougher than he probably should have been. The little vixen had begged for it, pushed him to beyond reason, and with the scent of her sex in his nose, he found he’d do anything to give her what she asked.
    He should have taken more care, but damn if the sight of his whisker burns on the curve of her breast didn’t have blood rushing back to his cock. The urge to roll her on to her stomach and take her from behind raced in his veins. He was an animal around her. A filthy, perverted animal who wanted to see how depraved he could make her. The only thing stopping him from doing that was the suspicion she’d ask him for more. They had a mission, and it was not to see how many ways he could make her come. Taking out Korovin was their only priority. But afterward…
    No. They had no afterward. Ever.
    “Are you going to stare at me all morning, or get me breakfast?” she asked with her eyes still closed.
    “Why should I be the one getting you breakfast?”
    “You are my Dom and it is your responsibility to take care of me. And I’m hungry.”
    “Well as my submissive, you’re supposed to take care of my needs. But if you’re really hungry, I got something for you right here.” He grabbed the base of his cock and aimed the heavy stalk in her direction.
    “No thank you. I’m a vegetarian.” Her lashes fluttered as she tried not to smile.
    For a former CIA spy, he expected her to be serious all of the time, but he’d already come to the realization Alayna was anything but ordinary. She was warm, and had a dry sense of humor. Feminine softness covered a rigid core of determination. He wanted to hug her to his chest. She had demons. He knew she did.
    “Where did you get this?” he asked and ran his finger along the scar hidden beneath the fall of her bangs. He had noticed another along the slender line of her jaw, close to her right ear. Still more crisscrossing marks decorated her ribs. 
    Her lashes fluttered again. “Car accident. Punctured lung. Lost my spleen. Some broken bones. I lived.” She shrugged then laid her palm on the words scrawled over his rib cage.
    For He Today That Sheds His Blood With Me Shall Be My Brother.
    Her gaze flicked to his shoulder buried into the mattress. There he had a skull resting over an ornate cross bearing a seat of wings with the words Force Recon Ready .
    “I like your tattoos,” she said. “The artist does good work.”
    Messaged received. She didn’t like talking