freedom. He understood that. He’d even understood when she said—
You know what they’re like. They suffocate me. You .
They had. His parents had always kept tight tabs on their children. Because of who they were. Rich, powerful, one of the most influential families in Boston.
I’m eighteen now, and I can do what I want .
He’d just shook his head at her.
It’s not like I’ll really be alone anyway . A sly twist of her lips. She’d dropped the necklace and the charm fell back to her sternum. Frowned at him. My boyfriend’s gonna meet me on the trip. Trust me, if you come, you’ll only get in my way .
Only there hadn’t been a boyfriend. She’d just been telling him that story.
There’d just been Maria.
Then there’d been…nothing.
“I’ll kill you…”
Cadence’s eyes flew open at the low snarl. Her heart was racing, and battle-ready tension had slipped instantly through her whole body as adrenaline spiked her blood.
“I know what you did.”
She was reaching for the gun she’d placed on the nightstand when she realized the low snarl she heard was Kyle’s voice.
“ I’ll kill you… ”
Instead of grabbing the gun, she flipped on the lamp. A small pool of light spilled into the room, and she saw Kyle’s tense body.
He was on the floor. Chest bare, the blanket she’d given him shoved to the side. His eyes were closed and his body twisted, shaking.
Nightmare .
Apparently, Kyle killed people in his nightmares.
That’s a lot better than what happens to me .
Cadence slipped from the bed. Eased down onto her knees next to him. “Kyle, wake up.” She made sure to keep her voice low and soothing.
He didn’t wake up.
But his movements seemed to become even more frantic.
“I know ,” Kyle growled. “You’ll pay.”
“Kyle, it’s just a dream.” Sweat covered his broad shoulders. Dampened his hair. “Wake up.” Her voice was louder.
When he still didn’t respond, Cadence reached out to him.
Mistake .
He grabbed her wrist and yanked her toward him. Kyle rolled, twisting their bodies, and when Cadence sucked in a sharp breath of surprise, she found herself flat on her back, with Kyle above her, holding her down with his body.
His fingers were chained around her wrists, pinning them to the floor.
His eyes were open. Blazing. On her.
“What the hell? Cadence?”
His lower body was pressed to hers, his legs between hers as his hips thrust against her.
She stared into his glittering eyes, too aware she only had on a thin pair of jogging pants and a loose T-shirt. Not sexy, but…
The clothes sure didn’t seem like very much protection right then.
“You were having a bad dream,” she told him. Why was her voice a whisper?
He blinked. Kyle seemed to realize exactly where he was and what he was doing.
But he didn’t let her go.
Did she want him to?
No .
His hold tightened on her wrists.
“You seemed upset.” Her voice was coming out far too husky. Seductive. She didn’t mean to sound that way. “I was trying to wake you up.”
“I’m up.”
Yes, he was. All of him. The hard ridge that pressed against the juncture of her thighs was growing longer, bigger, with every passing second.
He leaned closer toward her. “Why aren’t you telling me to get the hell away from you?”
Because…she had a few dark secrets of her own.
Rough, hard, wild. Pinned down by Kyle .
That wasn’t supposed to happen. Cadence licked her lips and tried to make her voice sound stronger. “Get the hell away from me.” Those were the words he wanted her to say.
Only she didn’t want to say them.
What she wanted to say…
Kiss me. Make me only feel you. Strip me. Make me scream .
That wasn’t what an FBI agent was supposed to say to her partner.
The things she wanted weren’t what she was supposed to feel.
“You don’t mean it.” He seemed surprised by her words. “I can tell.”
Her voice had been hungry with a need she’d denied for so long.
“But you said
You know what they’re like. They suffocate me. You .
They had. His parents had always kept tight tabs on their children. Because of who they were. Rich, powerful, one of the most influential families in Boston.
I’m eighteen now, and I can do what I want .
He’d just shook his head at her.
It’s not like I’ll really be alone anyway . A sly twist of her lips. She’d dropped the necklace and the charm fell back to her sternum. Frowned at him. My boyfriend’s gonna meet me on the trip. Trust me, if you come, you’ll only get in my way .
Only there hadn’t been a boyfriend. She’d just been telling him that story.
There’d just been Maria.
Then there’d been…nothing.
“I’ll kill you…”
Cadence’s eyes flew open at the low snarl. Her heart was racing, and battle-ready tension had slipped instantly through her whole body as adrenaline spiked her blood.
“I know what you did.”
She was reaching for the gun she’d placed on the nightstand when she realized the low snarl she heard was Kyle’s voice.
“ I’ll kill you… ”
Instead of grabbing the gun, she flipped on the lamp. A small pool of light spilled into the room, and she saw Kyle’s tense body.
He was on the floor. Chest bare, the blanket she’d given him shoved to the side. His eyes were closed and his body twisted, shaking.
Nightmare .
Apparently, Kyle killed people in his nightmares.
That’s a lot better than what happens to me .
Cadence slipped from the bed. Eased down onto her knees next to him. “Kyle, wake up.” She made sure to keep her voice low and soothing.
He didn’t wake up.
But his movements seemed to become even more frantic.
“I know ,” Kyle growled. “You’ll pay.”
“Kyle, it’s just a dream.” Sweat covered his broad shoulders. Dampened his hair. “Wake up.” Her voice was louder.
When he still didn’t respond, Cadence reached out to him.
Mistake .
He grabbed her wrist and yanked her toward him. Kyle rolled, twisting their bodies, and when Cadence sucked in a sharp breath of surprise, she found herself flat on her back, with Kyle above her, holding her down with his body.
His fingers were chained around her wrists, pinning them to the floor.
His eyes were open. Blazing. On her.
“What the hell? Cadence?”
His lower body was pressed to hers, his legs between hers as his hips thrust against her.
She stared into his glittering eyes, too aware she only had on a thin pair of jogging pants and a loose T-shirt. Not sexy, but…
The clothes sure didn’t seem like very much protection right then.
“You were having a bad dream,” she told him. Why was her voice a whisper?
He blinked. Kyle seemed to realize exactly where he was and what he was doing.
But he didn’t let her go.
Did she want him to?
No .
His hold tightened on her wrists.
“You seemed upset.” Her voice was coming out far too husky. Seductive. She didn’t mean to sound that way. “I was trying to wake you up.”
“I’m up.”
Yes, he was. All of him. The hard ridge that pressed against the juncture of her thighs was growing longer, bigger, with every passing second.
He leaned closer toward her. “Why aren’t you telling me to get the hell away from you?”
Because…she had a few dark secrets of her own.
Rough, hard, wild. Pinned down by Kyle .
That wasn’t supposed to happen. Cadence licked her lips and tried to make her voice sound stronger. “Get the hell away from me.” Those were the words he wanted her to say.
Only she didn’t want to say them.
What she wanted to say…
Kiss me. Make me only feel you. Strip me. Make me scream .
That wasn’t what an FBI agent was supposed to say to her partner.
The things she wanted weren’t what she was supposed to feel.
“You don’t mean it.” He seemed surprised by her words. “I can tell.”
Her voice had been hungry with a need she’d denied for so long.
“But you said
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