became something other than fake. He’d wanted to throw her down and sink into her hot, tight pussy in front of everyone in the hotel, mission be damned. He wanted to thrust into her until the searing hunger that permeated his veins had dissipated.
Even when he knew bystanders were watching, he couldn’t push her away. She was like a drug against his lips, pure honey and sunlight, everything he knew he’d never deserve.
When Sophie pulled away from him, it had taken all his strength not to follow her, to pull her back and work his tongue into her mouth. To kiss a line down between her beautiful breasts and taste her hot, tight slit.
Aidan forced himself to think about something else. Anything else. He took stock of the girl he had to deliver to his boss. Fists clenched, leaning forward, she strode toward an unknown destination with more bravery than he m ight display under the circumstances. He’d never been captured before and, if she was anything like him, she was scanning the alleys for an escape.
They were only three blocks from his car. If he could get her there, he thought maybe he could get her all the way to Oliver in London. Flying would be simpler, but her agency would watch the skies once word got out that she was missing.
He shook himself. He was still acting like she was Veronica. But that wasn’t possible.
She was too young. Too sweet.
She deserved better than what he’d given her.
Behind the college girl exterior—and who could believe that she had already graduated?—was someone braver than he could have imagined. With no training, she’d stood up to his abuse. Maybe that was what made her kiss like a stimulant to his starve d system; he’d never liked weak women.
“Aren’t you young to be a teacher?” Aidan slowed his steps almost imperceptibly, though he knew it was stupid. Still, he was rewarded when she matched his pace. They walked more slowly through the closed vendor stalls and light trickling from covered windows, together in the dim glow of the streetlights.
“Do you honestly expect me to converse with you? Because you’ve already tortured me once tonight.”
Unexpectedly, her tart reply brought a smile to his lips. “Yes, I expect you to talk to me. I expect you to do and answer everything I say, Sophie, until the day you’re free of me.” Guilt settled in his chest, but Aidan knew that dealing from a position of power was his best bet.
“Who decides when and if I get to be free?” She stopped dead in the middle of the street and turned to him, depriving him of the excellent view her toned ass provided in the stiff jeans.
“Why?”
“I’d like to know the name of the person who has my life in their hands.”
“A name won’t matter much. If you’re not who I thought, then there’s less to worry about.”
“But not nothing.”
“No,” he admitted. “Not nothing.”
She laughed bitterly and turned around, slamming into a passerby who muttered a comment about useless tourists before stalking away. Sophie blushed and Aidan thought, ridiculously, that she was beautiful.
“So this person might not want me dead. Maybe. Thanks for the comfort. I guess it doesn’t matter to you, though, because your life isn’t at stake.”
It occurred to him that somewhere between the kiss and their argument in the middle of a crowded street full of strangers who didn’t care enough to listen that her life did matter. At least a little. “You’re right,” he said. “It doesn’t matter. And that means you need to move your ass before I decide you’re not worth the trouble and leave you here.”
“Then leave me.”
“With a hole in your head?”
She shot him a look of furious hat red, then began to walk again, moving slowly down the street.
Aidan dragged her toward a car, picking up his pace. He removed keys from his pocket and popped the trunk, throwing her suitcase in next to the bags already occupying the space above the spare tire. Sophie stumbled a
Even when he knew bystanders were watching, he couldn’t push her away. She was like a drug against his lips, pure honey and sunlight, everything he knew he’d never deserve.
When Sophie pulled away from him, it had taken all his strength not to follow her, to pull her back and work his tongue into her mouth. To kiss a line down between her beautiful breasts and taste her hot, tight slit.
Aidan forced himself to think about something else. Anything else. He took stock of the girl he had to deliver to his boss. Fists clenched, leaning forward, she strode toward an unknown destination with more bravery than he m ight display under the circumstances. He’d never been captured before and, if she was anything like him, she was scanning the alleys for an escape.
They were only three blocks from his car. If he could get her there, he thought maybe he could get her all the way to Oliver in London. Flying would be simpler, but her agency would watch the skies once word got out that she was missing.
He shook himself. He was still acting like she was Veronica. But that wasn’t possible.
She was too young. Too sweet.
She deserved better than what he’d given her.
Behind the college girl exterior—and who could believe that she had already graduated?—was someone braver than he could have imagined. With no training, she’d stood up to his abuse. Maybe that was what made her kiss like a stimulant to his starve d system; he’d never liked weak women.
“Aren’t you young to be a teacher?” Aidan slowed his steps almost imperceptibly, though he knew it was stupid. Still, he was rewarded when she matched his pace. They walked more slowly through the closed vendor stalls and light trickling from covered windows, together in the dim glow of the streetlights.
“Do you honestly expect me to converse with you? Because you’ve already tortured me once tonight.”
Unexpectedly, her tart reply brought a smile to his lips. “Yes, I expect you to talk to me. I expect you to do and answer everything I say, Sophie, until the day you’re free of me.” Guilt settled in his chest, but Aidan knew that dealing from a position of power was his best bet.
“Who decides when and if I get to be free?” She stopped dead in the middle of the street and turned to him, depriving him of the excellent view her toned ass provided in the stiff jeans.
“Why?”
“I’d like to know the name of the person who has my life in their hands.”
“A name won’t matter much. If you’re not who I thought, then there’s less to worry about.”
“But not nothing.”
“No,” he admitted. “Not nothing.”
She laughed bitterly and turned around, slamming into a passerby who muttered a comment about useless tourists before stalking away. Sophie blushed and Aidan thought, ridiculously, that she was beautiful.
“So this person might not want me dead. Maybe. Thanks for the comfort. I guess it doesn’t matter to you, though, because your life isn’t at stake.”
It occurred to him that somewhere between the kiss and their argument in the middle of a crowded street full of strangers who didn’t care enough to listen that her life did matter. At least a little. “You’re right,” he said. “It doesn’t matter. And that means you need to move your ass before I decide you’re not worth the trouble and leave you here.”
“Then leave me.”
“With a hole in your head?”
She shot him a look of furious hat red, then began to walk again, moving slowly down the street.
Aidan dragged her toward a car, picking up his pace. He removed keys from his pocket and popped the trunk, throwing her suitcase in next to the bags already occupying the space above the spare tire. Sophie stumbled a
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