Owned By The Enemy

ter didn't fee

p in a dream she wasn

ndows. The sheets were cool silk against her bare skin, her muscles deliciously s

ic Ma

ead, the other loosely wrapped around her wa

art sq

ooking. The hard lines of his body, the tattoos that told a hundred stori

man who'd kidnapped he

had changed

et, n

the window. The city stretched endlessly below, al

of them, after every

r, sheets

ing a

low and scratc

rving despite herse

ly, stretching. God

bo

ate me. The next minute..." Her voice trailed, the heat of

've wanted you for three years," he finish

oftly. "You'r

he murmured, brushing a s

a while. Until his phone, l

gnor

imed

id gently. "It mi

lked back, picked

wned. "Wh

iately. Instead, he tu

ema

want this going publ

: Un

till image. Grain

ast night, tangled i

ood ra

etween th

Dominic said, his vo

to her mouth. "There

sion darkening as he scanned the email again. "This isn't paparazzi.

t. "Dominic... what if

rabbed a black T-shirt from the chair, pulling i

are you

this came from,"

t clinging to her skin. "You think thi

is-they know enough to know that

s when you meet

s gaze fierce. "Then they find out why

lipped. The t

what sh

the mornin

running traces on the email. Every few minutes, he barked instructions, pace

s. Not a lover, not the man from last night. This wa

en for a second, she saw the t

finally let himself collaps

ng?" sh

ttered. "They used a relay.

and over his. "Dom... we'll figu

ng with hers. He exhaled, long and

art st

espond, the pentho

. "Are you expe

ssion hardened

a tall, sleek woman in a red power suit, ev

othly. "You weren't

Dominic

s flicked to her - taking in the shirt she wore, the fact

"I see you've

-

d her arms.

said, stepping closer. "And,

. "Clara. Whatever you cam

About someone inside trying to take you down. And now I come he

stomach

back. "You don't need to worr

g. "Because when you burn, Dom, I burn too.

nough," h

-

ugh, too. "I'm no

"Sweetheart, that's a

Dominic's voice cut through

ared at him for a beat, then turned on

ator doo

haky breath. "So.

orcing her to look at him.

more than noise

e said firmly.

-

tween them, sha

ssed her, ever

d, hot, desperate. His hands pulled at her shirt,

ered as he lifted

rowled, mout

to a haze of touch and hunger. Papers scattere

hispered aga

hed, wrapping he

tenderness. This was need

nside her, she cried out, gr

y spinning outside the glass walls. Every thrust was a promise - tha

name. And he followed, burying his face in he

h, Liana whispered, "You realize we jus

Let them watch. Then they'll underst

-

hem saw the seco

ht. Or the world