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by lots of rooms.
She stopped when there were still several feet between
them, and raised the whip, pressing the tip lightly against his
chest. "That depends on how rough you like it." She let her
gaze slide down to his hand. "That gun real, or is it a toy you
bought along for us to play with?"
He licked his lips. "What do you mean by play?"
She raised her eyebrows, and slid one hand up her thigh,
pushing up the skirt and touching herself lightly. "Cold metal
inserted in warm places can give a delicious thrill."
He made a strangled sort of sound, and tried to step
forward. She pressed the whip harder against his chest.
"Naughty boy. You paid to be spanked and dominated, not
the other way around."
His breathing was becoming more and more rapid, and the
scent of his desire swirled around her. Despite her utter
distaste for the man, she couldn't help being a little aroused
by what she was doing. Maybe this was a game she could
play with someone she liked.
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Grey, for instance.
She smiled at the thought, and in that moment, awareness
surged, a firestorm that burned through every nerve ending.
Eryn?
The voice was groggy, the question uncertain, but it was
Grey, there was no doubt about that. The surge of desire and
relief was evidence enough of that.
Here. She formed the answer in her mind, hoping he could
read it. She'd never attempted mind communication before
hadn't even been aware she was capable of it. She slapped
the whip against the guard's hip and added in a stern voice.
"Strip, and do it quickly."
Strip?
Just taking care of guard number one.
By fucking him?
The question had a note of fury that made her smile.
You say that like fucking him would be a bad thing.
You are mine! The words reverberated through her mind
so loudly, she couldn't help wincing. Yet they also made her
heart race and her feet want to do a cheerful little dance. She
was his.
Was it only a day ago those same words had made her
furious?
I'm only joking, Grey. I'm merely getting him naked so he
thinks he's going to hit the jackpot. When I get close to him,
I'll Taser him unconscious.
So what the hell are you wearing that makes him think
he's going to get lucky?
Think leather, think dominatrix.
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There was a long pause. I don't think thinking about that is
a good idea.
She had to restrain her grin. Hang on a moment. Got to
take care of the guard.
She slid the tip of the whip down the guard's chest, and
lightly flicked it over his cock. He shuddered and swallowed.
"Nice," she said, sliding the whip down his shaft and lightly
toying with his balls. "Very nice. Turn around."
He did, his breathing so hard his whole body shook. Yet he
was still a little wary tension rode his shoulders, and he
watched her over one shoulder. He still had the gun. She had
to be careful.
She stepped closer, resisting the urge to wrinkle her nose
at the stale smell of him. Forcing a smile, she met his gaze as
she rubbed her studded bra across the width of his back.
"Like that?"
His thick groan was answer enough. She snorted softly.
"I'm not convinced." She stepped back and slapped the whip
against his bare butt. "Spread your legs."
He did. Quickly.
"What do you want me to do, little boy?"
He gave another thick groan. "Rub your breasts up and
down my back."
She gave him another slap with the whip. "I didn't hear
the magic word."
"Please."
She slapped him again. "I don't believe you meant it. And
who gave you permission to look at me?"
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"Pretty please," he repeated, his words a shudder of
excitement as he turned his head away.
She smiled grimly and reached back, wrapping her fingers
around the Taser.
"Get ready," she whispered, slipping the whip between his
spread legs, caressing him even as she pressed the Taser
against his back. He didn't make a sound, simply collapsed.
She caught the gun from his nerveless fingers, then stepped
back so he could fall.
"Guard number one down and out," she said softly, more
for Jack's benefit than Grey's.
She took one strip of leather from her waist and quickly
hog-tied the guard. Then she shifted shape, and began
weaving her way through the many rooms that separated her
from Grey.
Well done, Grey said. But I doubt the second guard will be
as dense as the first.
What can you tell me about him?
He's big. And a horse shifter.
Yum. I've never had a horse shifter before. I'm told they
rather live up to a stallion's reputation.
Damn it, Eryn, enough.
His voice held that note of fury again, and she felt like
laughing. If he was reacting so readily to her teasing, he did
indeed care.
So, does this sudden sense of propriety mean you intend
to explore our relationship further?
Not if you continue to talk about fucking other men.
I'm a mutt. Mutts have sex on the brain.
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I'd rather this mutt concentrate on the business at hand
me.
I'm here because of you. And I'll do whatever it takes to
get you free. But could she have sex with another man while
Grey was watching? Deep down, she knew the answer was
no. Grey was the only man she wanted inside her.
What else can you tell me about the guard?
His name is Leon Harvey. He's ex-military, and hired help.
So he has no loyalty to our killer?
No. And the killer's name is Marcy Jones. Though he
prefers Marshall.
So he is officially a she?
Officially, yes.
Mentally?
A male who hates his feminine side.
So does he really want acceptance? Love? Or was that just
a line you were spinning to get me off the track.
No line. And don't forget babies.
She frowned. So why is he slicing these women up the way
he is if he wants babies? Surely, as a male, he could find a
woman to impregnate?
His male side is sterile.
So if he wants kids, he has to rely on the very part of him
he hates?
Yes. And the anger he feels is taken out on women who
are similar in looks.
Which also explained how he was getting into the bars. He
was going there as a fertile woman, not a sterile man.
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She trotted through yet another doorway and entered a
long corridor. The tang of cigarette smoke began to taint the
air, along with the faint stench of burnt flesh.
Silver, she thought. They'd chained Grey with silver. Which
would explain why he hadn't escaped. It would also stop her
from freeing him. Silver burned, and stopped, shifters of any
race. She swallowed the rising sense of sick fury and asked,
Your guard a smoker?
Yes.
Then I must be getting close. She hesitated, sniffing the
air. The scent of man was coming from the left of the
doorway ahead. The scent of desire and raw masculinity from
the right. Did Ms. Marshall and Leon say anything to each
other before Marshall left that would help me get close to this
man?
I was out of it a lot of the time. Grey hesitated. He was
going on about a special form of torture he had planned for
me before he kills me, but that's really it.
I think he was planning to drag me back here, torture me,
then kill me, while you watched.
He phoned you, didn't he?
Said he was you.
You weren't fooled. He sounded oddly proud.
My hormones weren't fooled. She shifted shape. I'm about
to enter. Don't react.
If you look as good as I think you do, that's going to be a
little hard.
Oh, I expect you're going to be more than a little hard by
the time I've finished with you.
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