Master No (Masters and Mercenaries, #9)(43)

He would blister her backside if she walked out of here alone. He wanted her to himself. The thought made her heart pound. It made her * soft and ready for him. He was willing to protect her, to take care of her. It did something for her.

She nodded and brushed her lips against his. “I promise, Master.”

His lips quirked up. “And I promise you’re going to have a good time tonight.”

He kissed her again, winked, and then walked away. Faith couldn’t help but watch that man’s super-fine muscled ass. It really was a thing of beauty.

There was nothing cold about that man. Her sister was wrong. Ten Graham was exactly what he seemed to be—a lovely man with dominant, protective instincts.

And she was rapidly falling for him.

“So why don’t you tell me more about Theo,” her sister said, patting the seat beside her.

Faith groaned. “I’ll tell you all about Erin, who’s going to kick your ass if you keep flirting with her man.”

At least she wasn’t the only one losing her head over a boy.





CHAPTER SEVEN



“It looks good, doesn’t it?” Theo asked as he joined Ten. There was a stupid happy-puppy grin on the younger man’s face that told Ten he’d probably gotten lucky at some point this afternoon.

“It’s certainly more high tech than it was before. Tag invested a lot of money in this place. Makes a man wonder where he got it.” Ten looked out over the playroom floor. Tag really should thank him for the whole Ace incident. Ace had been a sleeper planted by a man working with the senator. He’d blown up Tag’s first club and damn near killed a bunch of the team, but Ten had to admit the new Sanctum was a work of art.

And so was Faith McDonald. He’d caught a glimpse of her walking into the women’s locker room with Erin at her side. Her dark hair had been in a ponytail, but he’d given her strict instructions that it was to be left down this evening.

Tonight she was utterly under his control. He made the decisions. He chose what they would do and how they would do it, and she would comply.

He had to admit it was enough to get his dick going.

“I don’t know,” Theo said, shaking his head. “Tag makes good money through the company. Big brother is wealthy, if you know what I mean.”

Ten snorted. The kid was na?ve. “I’ll eat my leathers if this was financed through his profits from McKay-Taggart. I always thought he gave up Charlotte’s money too easy. Bastard. I blame the Brits. They were eager to close the case and split that ten million. I bet Charlotte had double that put away.”

“I don’t think Ian would lie to you,” Theo said solemnly.

Fuck yeah Ian would lie. He would lie to protect his wife and family. Those millions would give him a whole lot of security. If he really was honest with himself, he’d known it at the time. He’d signed that deal and wished Tag and Charlotte well.

Maybe he was the na?ve idiot.

No matter what Tag had spent and how he’d gotten the money, Sanctum was impressive as hell. The building was three stories tall, with a bar lounge and locker rooms on the ground floor. Above was a dungeon built for play, and finally privacy rooms and aftercare centers.

He meant to have Faith in one of those privacy rooms by the time the night was through.

“What’s the plan?” Theo asked. “Should Erin and I stay close?”

“I need you two to scene. Something hot. Faith likes to watch, from what I can tell. I’d like to spend some time alone with her.”

“You won’t hurt her, right?”

He sent Theo a look that had sent many junior operatives fleeing for their lives. “No. Obviously I’m not going to hurt the girl. I need her. I’m going to f*ck her and make her mine. You knew this was going to happen.”

“I guess I thought you would like her more than you do.”

Like? It was a ridiculous word. He didn’t “like” Faith. She was the target. He didn’t like targets. Of course he didn’t normally crave the target, either. “I’m going to make sure she survives this mission. That’s all I can promise you.”

He glanced at the clock above the bar. She wasn’t scheduled to meet with him for another twenty minutes. Apparently it took subs longer to get ready than Doms. Probably all that pretty corset stuff had something to do with it. He’d rather have her naked.

It did give him time to clear up a few things. He spotted Damon Knight in the lounge. The big Brit was sitting with the Russian and another man. Kai Ferguson. Damn. Ten liked to avoid Kai. There was something about the man he found a bit unnerving. Like Kai could see right through him. Still. He had a mission and he needed information the Brit had.

“Is Case going to be here tonight?”

Theo shook his head. “He’s tailing the sister. The last I talked to him, he was hanging out in the parking lot of an expensive steak house on Lemmon. He’s getting shots of everyone Hope McDonald is meeting with and he’ll try to identify them by morning. I think it’s awfully interesting she happened to show up in Dallas.”

Ten had spoken to Hope McDonald briefly. She’d made her disdain for him plain. She obviously wasn’t a big fan of the lifestyle. “Have we confirmed the conference she’s attending?”

“Yes, but she wasn’t on the attendee list before yesterday morning. I think she came here to see Faith. The question is was she being an attentive big sister or is there something else going on.”