It is, however, strictly forbidden to have feelings for each other.
I can’t do one without the other at this point.
Which means I am doomed.
When you don’t know who you can trust, reality distorts. It twists and oozes,
disintegrating and reformulating to meet whatever needs its masters demand.
Just like me.
Just like Kina.
Except everything is different now that we know who we really are.
But there’s a second reality, you see.
This one can’t be manipulated.
It just is. Solid and true, it takes our mission, our training, our orders,
turning them into nothing but secrets and lies.
And this new reality means my old reality is trying to kill everything I love.
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breath makes my breasts push out, the air moving down and up, his hands sliding
from my shoulders to my elbows, wrapping me in an embrace from behind as he
nuzzles my neck, his deep inhale and sigh of pleasure a low rasp, the sound of
a man in deep need.
sound I crave. Knowing I make Callum’s throat react with that rumble is a
move to my hips, then lower. Mouth on my ear, he whispers “Here,” as he slips
the jammer into my front pocket. “Cameras.” I slowly turn to face him, pressed
against his body as I slide the band over my wrist.
pounds everywhere–the crook of my elbows, my temples, in my eyeballs, at the
center of my tongue–but it beats hardest between my legs, the rush of desire
more overpowering than I’d ever imagined. In all our training, we were taught
that sex is a weapon. Desire is used to manipulate. Atavistic impulses are a
biological imperative to use against another person in order to gain the upper
told us it could feel so damn good, though.
around, his mouth crushes mine, fingers digging into my hair, palms cupping the
back of my neck, his body grinding into mine. I didn’t come here for sex, but I
have a feeling I’m not leaving without it.
sure I could leave without it, at this point.
writes romantic suspense with hot bikers, intense undercover DEA agents, bad
boys turned good, and Special Ops heroes — and the women who love them. Meli
rode her first motorcycle when she was five years old, but she played in the
ocean long before that. She lives in New England with her family.
Kina has so many questions with no answers and her confusion is further increased by her lack of clarity about what had just happened. The one thing she does know if that she trusts Callum but when it comes to anyone else on the compound she has concerns which only makes the ordeal that much more difficult.
Kina and Callum knew the consequences of developing feelings for each other, but some things are worth the risk. The suspense, secrets and twists continue to escalate and leave you wondering what the future could possibly hold for this couple.
The second installment of the trilogy is filled with so much emotion, so much intrigue and so much to still be revealed that leaves you captivated until the last page.