Mine to Have (Mine 5)

When she stared up at him, she wasn’t seeing the deadly lover who’d saved her before in Miami. She wasn’t really sure who she was seeing at all.

Michael Laurent?

He’d just rattled off too many other aliases for her. The guy had spent his life undercover. Who was he, really?

And did it even matter?

Because right then, she was so freaking happy—she threw her arms around him and held him as tightly as she could. Tears wanted to fall from her eyes, but Elizabeth blinked them away. “I was so afraid you’d die.” She would never forget those terrifying moments on that chopper. She squeezed him even tighter. “Oh, God, I was scared—”

And he was kissing her. Kissing her hard and deep and wild. Kissing her like Saxon—her Saxon. He lifted her up against him, held her easily, and the tight band around her heart—the band she’d carried for two, long weeks—finally seemed to ease.

Her hands were around his neck. His hands were on her hips. He was walking with her in his grasp, still kissing her, still driving that wonderful tongue of his into her mouth, and she wanted to devour him right then and there. She. Wanted. Him.

Saxon put her on the desk. Shoved paperwork aside and pushed right between her legs. The skirt she’d been wearing hiked up, and his hands—those rough, callused hands—curled around her thighs.

“Fucking missed you…” he rasped against her mouth. “Missed…fucking…you…” His right hand rose and curled around the crotch of her panties.

It felt like everything was moving at super speed, one hundred miles an hour—two hundred—and she didn’t care.

Saxon. Saxon!

He ripped her panties out of the way. Tossed them aside. Then his fingers were pushing into her sex.

Her hands slammed down behind her on the desk. Her head tipped back as she tried to gulp in some desperately needed air. Her heart was thudding in her chest and her sex—it was closing greedily around his fingers.

His thumb pressed to her clit. Stroking her so perfectly. One night, but he’d learned her body’s secrets. He knew exactly what to do in order to make her—

“Not yet, baby,” he said as he pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses to her throat. “I need to taste you first. All of you.”

Then he was on his knees before her. His hands pulled her to the edge of the desk. Her skirt was up high, exposing her fully to him. Saxon glanced up at her. Licked his lips. Then he put his mouth on her sex. No hesitation. Just taking. With his tongue and his mouth and his fingers.

Pleasure hit her, slamming through her whole body as the orgasm rolled over her and had her gasping his name—and pressing her sex even closer to him.

The contractions of her sex wouldn’t stop. The pleasure wouldn’t end and he was rising. Unzipping his pants. Positioning his cock and then driving hard into her.

Her breath caught at that deep plunge. And time finally just—stopped.

No more super speed. There was only stillness. A moment frozen as she stared into his eyes. Elizabeth saw the need, the dark, fierce passion reflected in his stare.

He bent his head and kissed her. Her hands rose and curled around his shoulders even as her legs locked around his hips. She wanted to hold him as tightly as she could. To never let go.

The pleasure hadn’t ended, and when he started thrusting, moving in a rhythm that was hard and demanding, a moan pulled from her lips. Her sex was swollen and sensitive, and every movement of his body had her aching.

He was kissing her neck again. Kissing that spot along the column of her throat that made her quiver.

“Couldn’t…let you go…” Another hard thrust. “Fucking…couldn’t…” And, if possible, he got even bigger inside of her. He’d stretched her so much that there should have been pain, but there was only pleasure.

Only Saxon.

He withdrew, plunged deep, and she opened her mouth to scream because the release was that violent.

“Bite me,” he ordered her. “Now.”

And instead of screaming, she found her cry muffled against his shoulder.

Then she felt him coming inside of her. Hot jets that told her—

“Saxon?” Her head lifted.

His eyes were a burning darkness. So complete and total. “Mine,” he whispered.

He kissed her once more.

***

It wasn’t the first time that Victor had been in a maximum security lockup. And he knew it wouldn’t be the last either.

He sat at the narrow table, his hands in front of him, no weapon at his side, and he waited for Luther Bates to make his grand entrance into the room. He knew the devil would want a deal. There was no way the guy would just smile and say, “Sure, buddy, I’ll call off the hit. The woman will be free and clear. No problem.”

Because shit like that just didn’t happen in Victor’s world.

There were only two good things in Victor’s world…those were his two friends. His only family. Jasmine and Saxon. He’d do anything for them.

And that’s why the hell I’m here. Saxon wants the hit taken off Elizabeth, so I’m going to make a deal with the devil.

The door opened. The prisoner shuffled in, moving very slowly because his hands and feet were shackled. The garish orange garb he wore made Luther Bates look even paler…or maybe that pallor was due to the fact that the guy was being kept in solitary confinement for twenty-three hours a day.

Luther had used a shiv on a guy one week before. Even in prison, he still had to be a bad ass.

“What the fuck do you want?” Luther demanded.

There was a guard at his side.

“A few minutes of your time,” Victor murmured, “and by the way, you’re welcome for the little break from solitaire.”

The guard pulled out a chair for Luther. The fellow didn’t shove the prisoner down. If anything, he was too solicitous as he seated Luther. A quick glance showed Victor that there was plenty of fear in the guy’s eyes. Right. The fellow would know that Luther’s reach went far beyond the prison walls.

“I don’t know you,” Luther said as his beady eyes swept over Victor. “And trust me, asshole, you don’t want me as an enemy.”

Victor pulled out his FBI identification and put it on the table.

Luther frowned then said, “Oh, so I guess you’re already my fucking enemy.” His face twisted with disgust. “Like I don’t have enough of you dumbasses breathing down my neck every single day—”

“Maryann Ward.” Deliberately, he threw out the name of Elizabeth’s mother.

Luther’s eyes narrowed. “Why are we talking about t

he dead?”

“Because you took out a hit on her.”

The guard shuffled back a few feet.

Luther glanced at the guard, then turned his suddenly sly stare back on Victor. “I think you’ve got some bad information, Mr. FBI Agent.”

It was Victor’s turn to look at the guard. “Leave us alone.”

“I-I’m not supposed to—”

“I’m an FBI Special Agent. The prisoner is shackled. You don’t have anything to worry about.” Victor pointed to the door. “Stay right on the other side, if that makes you feel better.”

The guard was sweating. And wavering.

“Go,” Luther growled.

The guard scrambled to obey. When the door clanged shut behind the man, Luther sighed. “We’re lucky the kid didn’t just shit his pants.”

“He’s terrified of you.”

Luther grunted. “Yeah, cause he’s smart. He should be scared.” Luther paused and his green stare swept over Victor. “And you should be scared, too.” He leaned forward and looked at the ID that was still on the table. “Agent Monroe.”

“I don’t scare easily.”

Luther cocked his head as he studied Victor. “How long you been with the FBI?”

“Long enough.” Victor wasn’t in the mood to be interrogated. “Maryann Ward,” he said again.

“That woman was a lying bitch. Made me think she wanted me, gave me some bull about finally leaving her husband and running away with me.” Anger flashed on his face. “I trusted her with all my secrets, and she betrayed me.” His shackles rattled. “I don’t take any betrayal, not from anybody.”

“Is that why you put out the hit on Maryann and her family? To pay them back for the betrayal?”

Luther smiled, and it was a chilling sight, “I don’t know anything about a hit.”

Yes, he did. “That hit is still in place,” Victor said, using all his self-control to keep his voice flat and emotionless as he leaned forward. “A kill order went out on Maryann Ward, on Stan Ward, and on their daughter, Elizabeth.”

Because he was watching Luther so closely, Victor saw the guy’s eyelids flicker, just a bit.