Clay isn’t sure kidnapping a woman for her own protection is a wise thing to do. Still, it’s what his boss ordered, and as a mercenary, he’s accustomed to following commands. Protecting one petite woman should be an easy task, but once Ebony arrives at his secluded home he realizes outside enemies aren’t the only danger threatening her. His lust and overwhelming desire to hear her scream his name as she orgasms beneath him might prove too potent to resist.
As if being the daughter of a notorious criminal wasn’t hard enough Ebony is forced to face some harsh realities. If she can believe her kidnapper and the father she once thought dead, her life is in danger. She’s currently the target of people trafficker’s intent on selling her into slavery. Her ex-husband isn’t just a crazy lunatic who thinks she’s hiding millions from him, he’s a serious threat and possibly wants her dead. And, while dealing with all the above, she’s trying to resist her attraction to the man who’s holding her hostage. Nobody’s life can be this crazy. Can it?
As Clay battles to convince Ebony he’s telling her the truth, danger creeps perilously close to the isolated property he thought no one would ever find.
This is the first of a few Mercenary Heat Novellas that will be part of the series. The storyline runs concurrently with events in Tempting Marcus. It can be read as a standalone novella.
Talk about a feisty little pixie. Clay suspected some form of resistance the moment he noticed she was out of the bed but that? No way. And those nails of hers—once he got out of here, he’d have to check how badly she’d lacerated his ears.
As she stared up at him, terror filling her expression, he momentarily regretted the position he held her in. As he’d secured her beneath him, her back pressed onto the bed, spreading her legs was an intentional maneuver. The last thing he needed was for his sac to take another blow. It still ached from the last impact she’d nailed him with.
The short, sharp, puffs of breath she expelled drew his attention to the rise and fall of her chest. Her nightshirt sat askew, the swell of flesh exposed. Her hair splayed out behind her, her tongue moistening what he now noticed were lusciously biteable lips. Clay closed his eyes, taking in a few steadying breaths of his own. He could do this. Despite his cock swelling in encouragement for him to take advantage—seduce her with a passionate kiss and embed himself inside her—he needed to remain professional and composed.
“Are you going to rape me?” Her question both startled and offended him. Assuming she’d registered his erection as he landed on her, Clay eased his hips back.
“No! What the hell kind of man do you think I am?” he snapped. “I’m here to protect you.”
“Well, you have a funny way of showing it. You and your out-of-tune buddy KIDNAPPED ME!”
She had a point, and the fact she now started thrashing about underneath him again, trying to free herself from his grip, only proved making her see sense regarding the matter might be more difficult than he first thought. While he held onto her like this, looming above her, she would never believe he meant her no harm. Nor would she be in an emotionally sound position to listen to his explanation.