The Dom Who Loved Me (Masters and Mercenaries #1)(69)

He slammed his cock in. He came up on his knees, his hands on her thighs forcing them apart so every inch of her * was exposed and open to him. Sean looked down, and Grace knew what he was doing. He was watching his dick plunder her *. He was watching as he f*cked what he felt belonged to him. He pounded into her. His face flushed, and his breath came out in ragged draws. He pushed up into her, hitting that magic spot. Her * came alive, and she went flying. Sean’s thumb dragged across her clit, sending her into spasms of pleasure. She barely heard his strangled groan as he held himself against her and flooded her with his come.

He pushed into her even though she could feel his dick softening. It was as though he didn’t want to lose the connection. After awhile, he slumped down, holding not an ounce of his weight off of her. His face found the crook of her neck, and he lay cradled against her body.

“Mine.” She heard the whisper, felt the possessive kiss he bestowed on her neck.

But she wasn’t. And she wouldn’t be again.





Chapter Sixteen


Sean watched through the two-way mirror and thought briefly about what a complete pervert his brother was. How many people had a room with a two-way mirror and a viewing area in their homes? Ian Taggart did. He found it useful when training Doms and subs. Now Ian had moved out all of the sex toys and installed a very boring looking table with folding chairs. It looked like the set of any procedural room on television, right down to the nervous-looking suspect and the overbearing interrogator.

Except Grace didn’t really look nervous. She looked tired and withdrawn as she sat, coldly ignoring everything Ian said. Eve was sitting in the room with them, but she was watching Grace rather than participating in the interrogation. He’d watched as Eve’s face went from wary to concerned to downright sympathetic. The profiler of the group seemed to think Grace was an innocent bystander. Anxiety started to pulse through Sean’s system, making him edgy and restless.

What if he was wrong? What if he was allowing his past to color the current situation with Grace? If she was innocent, then he had a lot of apologizing to do.

There was a fine tremble in her right hand as she lifted it to her neck. She was reaching for something. Damn, she was reaching for the necklace he’d given her. In the few days she had worn it, it was obvious she’d become used to playing with it, possibly rubbing the little heart between her thumb and forefinger. It would have given her comfort. Now she reached for it, and it wasn’t there anymore. It was still outside, lost in the muddy yard. He would find it, fix it, get it back to her.

And she would potentially throw it right back in his face.

Her hazel eyes seemed focused on some point behind Ian’s head. Her mouth was tight, and the little lines around her eyes seemed so much more pronounced than usual. Sean wondered when she’d last eaten something. He’d pushed her hard, and now Ian was doing the same. He wanted nothing more than to walk into that room, haul her into his arms, and take her home. He would feed her and bathe her and cuddle her against him while she slept. He wanted this whole thing done with.

“She doesn’t seem very helpful.”

Sean felt his stomach tighten. Mr. Black. He’d shown up just after Sean had escorted Grace out of the dungeon. Sean had showered with her and taken care of her pink backside. He’d gotten dressed and was ready to go find her some clothes when Eve had brought him a bag. Someone had driven out and found Grace a skirt, shirt, and fresh underwear. Probably Adam, since the sizes were perfect, but Sean was grateful anyway. The whole time he’d taken care of her, Grace had just stood there like a doll, listless and lifeless. She was in a complete post-scene plunge. She followed all of his instructions, but she wasn’t with him. She was someplace else, someplace where she didn’t have to deal with him. He needed to smash through that wall.

“Maybe she doesn’t know anything,” Adam said.

Adam, Jake, and Liam stood in the back of the small viewing room. Sean had done his best to tolerate the man. Jake had asked him to be understanding. There had been some talk about something Adam was going through, but Sean didn’t care. If Adam made a move on Grace again, he was a dead man.

“I doubt that, Mr. Miles. The evidence is clear.” Black stood beside Sean, not bothering to look back at Adam. His cold eyes were clearly fastened on Grace Hawthorne. Black didn’t try to hide his identity this time around. He was dressed in an expensive, probably hand-tailored suit to match his expensive shoes. His dark hair was fashionably, though conservatively, cut. He was attractive but bland, the kind of man it would be easy to look past. His brows lifted quizzically as he turned toward Sean. “You got a look in his safe box? Taggart said you were the one who found proof I was fudging the truth.”

“You were lying. It’s what you do.” Sean still didn’t trust the man. He never would as long as Mr. Black worked for the Agency.

Mr. Black merely shrugged. “It’s a living. Did you find out what he’s trying to steal this time?”

“Something from the Bryson Building. How long has Parnell been doing this?”

Black chuckled, but the sound was oddly cold. “Parnell? Sorry. I still think of him as Wright. I was his handler, you know, though he was always a stubborn one. Damn fine agent, but then the rogue ones usually are. He’s been at this for at least three years. He faked his death five years back. It took me a little time to track him down. I never thought he would involve his brother. He didn’t have a close relationship with his family. His father was somewhat rough with him. No close family ties is one of the reasons we recruited him. He’s smart and cautious. We need to handle him carefully or he’ll run.”