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orgasm.
    “Quite frankly, I could make you do whatever I wanted,” Esteban continued. His finger lifted again and the sensations doubled, leaving me panting and writhing. I wanted the pleasure, wanted completion, but he left me hanging, unfulfilled, to the point of pain. But underneath the physical delight, my mind twisted, knowing this was wrong. That I was helpless. I bit my lip, trying not to scream.
    Esteban cocked his head. “I could leave you like this. Send you back out to your wolf so needy that you’d fuck him in front of me if I asked. I wonder what he would think of that?” He bared his fangs. “Would he be pleased?”
    I managed to shake my head.
    “Then do you understand me? In my domain, you will do things my way?”
    I bit my lip harder, hard enough I tasted blood. Blood that suddenly tasted way too good. I fought to still my body and nodded.
    “Good.” He smiled and there wasn’t the slightest hint of anything human or kind in the expression. “What a pity Marco found you first. We could have fun, you and I.”
    Not any sort of fun I wanted to have. I dropped my eyes, still fighting the need screaming at me to go to him and do whatever he wanted if it meant satisfaction.
    Then just as suddenly as it had started, the sensations died. My heart still pounded and it took me a minute to unscramble my brain as my nerves tried to figure out what the hell had happened to all those very pleasurable feelings.
    I lifted my head, reluctantly. “No FBI, got it.” My voice was steady.  Just.
    Esteban laughed. “Very good, Ms. Keenan. I begin to see what Marco likes about you. When can you start?” He leaned back in his chair like he hadn’t done anything wrong.
    I dug my fingers harder into the leather as my wolf raged with the need to strike back. If I wanted to, I could rip the arms clean off the chair and take a swing at him. But that wouldn’t end happily for anyone. I was under Marco’s protection, yes, but Marco was a long way away and there were probably any number of vamps of Esteban’s lineage in the club tonight.
    None of whom would hesitate to hurt me or Dan if Esteban ordered them to do so. So I had to be sane about this. Play things his way. Besides, Esteban’s little display of power—and the fact he hadn’t had to thrall me to make me feel what I’d felt—had awakened a healthy dose of fear. I’d had a vampire take over my mind and make me feel things against my will before but I’d never expected to have one do that to me when I was still in control.
    I wanted out of there.
    Fast.
    So I had to do the job. I reached for my best locked down auto-pilot professional mode and kept my face neutral. The icy sour smell of my fear hung in the air around me but I couldn’t let fear rule me. Esteban’s pleased smile told me he smelled it too.
    Do the job. Get out of there. Get him out of my life for good.
    I ignored his smile and thought about what he’d told me. If he was like most clients, now that he’d admitted his problem, he’d want the problem solved. Immediately.
    The accountant part of my brain understood the urgency. I’d be pretty unhappy to discover someone had waltzed off with ten million dollars of mine. And, quite frankly, all parts of my brain were pretty keen to get Esteban out of my life ASAP. “I’ll check my schedule tomorrow and then set up some initial meetings. Is there someone I should deal with?”
    “No. This goes through me.” He leaned across the desk, opened a heavily engraved silver box, and withdrew a business card. “You can reach me with these.”
    He held the card out. I reluctantly leaned forward to take it, not sure what would happen if he actually touched me. Thankfully, the cool brush of his skin didn’t ignite another firestorm.
    All the same, I pulled back quickly, pretending to study the card. It was heavy white stock, slick and cool to the touch. There was no name, just a single dark red E in the right hand corner along with a single cell