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his mouth and took her breast, his teeth rolling her nipple and then sucking the soft weight into his mouth.
    â€œ
Fuck.
You’re so tight. Like a scorching-hot fist.” He bit the words out around her breast.
    She couldn’t answer, couldn’t say a word, because almost immediately the heat began to build. Hotter than before. A firestorm this time, and with every stroke jolting her body, slamming deeper and deeper, the pleasure spread, overtaking the pain, pushing her high. So high. Terrifyingly high. Still, she went willingly, her nails scoring down his back to find his hips. Trying to pull him deeper. Lifting her hips to meet the pounding of his.
    Then he reached between their bodies, his thumb finding her clit, and she exploded a third time. She opened her mouth to scream again, but no sound emerged. Siena was too stunned by the fierce flames and the consuming hunger that had engulfed her. By the pleasure that was unlike anything she’d ever experienced.
    He thrust three more times while her body gripped and strangled his, forcing him with her over the edge, milking every last drop of his seed from him. Taking him deep inside of her. They lay locked together on the floor in his foyer, breathing ragged, sweat on both bodies. Her jeans were completely off, her camisole torn. His jeans were around his ankles. Her top remained pulled down, exposing her breasts, and when he lifted his head, his mouth nuzzled her there. At the touch, another wave of fire rushed through her and bathed his cock in hot liquid.
    Without warning his face changed completely. He’d been looking at her with soft eyes and suddenly, his eyes changed. Went hard. Alert. He rolled fast, taking her with him, even as he slid out of her, his hand coming to rest beside a table. He reached up, ripped a gun from beneath the table and half lifted up on his other hand, his body between her and whatever he’d seen or sensed. She started to lift her head and he slammed her back to the floor.
    He fired his weapon three times in rapid succession. She heard his shots as two other shots came at them simultaneously. One bullet hit the wall behind them, just over her head, the other the floor in back of her. She heard something very heavy hit the floor with a thud.
    Elijah rolled completely off of her, gliding smoothly to his feet, jerking his jeans up, the gun steady as a rock when he did it. She lay in shock, hardly comprehending what had happened until he moved. Stepping away from her, he kicked a gun away from the outstretched hand of a man in a dark coat. The intruder lay in a pool of blood, not five feet from her.
    She gasped and scrambled backward on all fours. Elijahsearched for a pulse. Evidently he found none because he turned toward her. The look on his face terrified her. He crossed to her in three long strides, reached down and yanked her up by her arm, fitting the muzzle of his gun to her temple.
    â€œGive me a reason not to blow your fuckin’ head off. Setting me up. Fucking whore. Did you think I was so stupid I wouldn’t figure out what you were doing? Distracting me to let that bastard get to me?” He shoved her away from him and transferred his hold to her hair, his fist buried deep, all the while swearing in Spanish. Over and over. Harsh, dirty, ugly words.
    â€œElijah.” She whispered his name. A protest. She had no idea what he was talking about. Worse, her brain wouldn’t work. She was in shock. A dead man was only a couple of feet from her. She’d just had sex for the first time in her life—violent sex—mind-blowing sex, and now he was accusing her of aiding the intruder in some way.
    â€œWhat?” he snarled, dragging her back through the foyer by her hair.
    She cried out and tried to grab at his hand. His fist was buried deep, right next to her scalp, and the pain brought tears to her eyes. His grip was brutal and there was no escaping it as he dragged her by her hair to the front