share that if you’ve been captured.”
He leans down to bite the place where my shoulder meets my neck. I can’t help but arch into him, and the zing of pain makes me moan. What a messed-up situation. What a terrible time to find someone hot. “Consider me captured,” he murmurs.
“You’re telling me that you joined the army?”
“I’m telling you that I joined the army, yes. Before we met.”
I push him away, for real this time, and he finally moves. The clearing doesn’t give me nearly enough room to pace. I rub my hands on my arms, but the dawn is still too cold. Or maybe the cold is coming from inside. “And the diamond?”
“My mission. I was pulled into a special counterterrorism task force. The person who wanted the diamond, the person who financed the theft, had ties to a cell in Paris. I had to steal the diamond and make it believable in order to gain access to him.”
I blink at him. “What’s a terrorist doing in France?”
“They’re everywhere, sweetheart. At least they were eight years ago.”
“That’s what you’re doing now? Tracking terrorists? Tricking them into thinking you’re one of them? Finding out their secrets so you can put them behind bars?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t believe you. God, you’re as bad as Adam. Lying about being part of Interpol.”
“He’s not lying about that. As to where his true loyalties lie, that’s still a question. I’m not even sure he knows the answer to that.”
I feel torn between two men, pulled apart at the seams. It’s like they’re tugging and tugging with every lie, with every attempt to make me trust them. And in the end, I’m the one who unravels. “You know what? Fine. He’s an Interpol agent. You’re a soldier. Have a nice life.”
With that I turn and stomp away from him. I’ve only taken three steps when a weight slams me onto the grassy forest floor. The breath whooshes out of me, and I cough my indignation into the dirt. He’s gentle as he turns me over, righting my clothes and tucking a wild piece of hair behind my ear. “You’re not going anywhere,” he says, sounding almost regretful. Almost, but not quite.
“Why do you care where I go? I’m not holding your diamond in my backpack?”
He’s leaning over me, his powerful arms flexing in the bloodred light. “Did you think I gave a fuck about that? I could have taken it from you at the crepes place if I really wanted to. I could have sent men into your goddamn hotel room. I kept coming back to you because I couldn’t stay away.”
“You stayed away from me just fine for eight years,” I retort.
That crooked smile again. It’s lethal. “Which one makes you angry? That I used you to hold the diamond? Or that I left you once I did?”
“Both,” I say, snarling the word. I feel like one of those vicious mermaids he mentioned. And he’s a dragon, holding me down with his talons, keeping me away from water.
“I’m not staying away now,” he says, nudging me between my legs. Somehow he’s settled himself there. As if he belongs. As if he’s come home.
I buck my hips, but it doesn’t dislodge him. “I hate you.”
“No one gets me hot, Holly. Just kissing you was better than the sex I’ve had since then.”
My eyes close in bitter defeat. Tears leak out of my eyes and stream down my cheeks. It’s what I wanted then, what I’ve wanted for so long, and I hate that. “Do it, then.”
“You’re going to ask nicely.”
It makes me want to hurt him, even as I surrender. I reach up as if I’m going to kiss him, and he bends down to meet me. And I do kiss him. Once. Softly. Before biting down on his bottom lip. He grunts in pain, and I taste blood. His hips roll against me. It’s made him harder.
“Ah, sweetheart,” he says on a rough laugh. “You’re going to beg before this is over.”
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Elijah
Eight years ago, I walked away from the most beautiful girl in the world.
I don’t bother telling her that because she wouldn’t believe me. And anyways, it’s not precisely a compliment. I walked away knowing that other men would kiss her and fuck her.
Damned if I’m going to do it again.
I saw you. I wanted you. And I take what I want. It doesn’t have to be more complicated than that, Holly. I said those words to her once, but they were just a