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while it shouldn’t have surprised her, scared the hell out of her.

“I, uh…”

“Don’t lie to me, Marisol.”

She swallowed at the way he said her name and tried to take a step back. When she

did, her butt hit the counter and he simply advanced on her. He leaned forward and

placed his hands on the edge of the counter, caging her in and forcing her to arch her

back against him. She gasped when she felt his hard cock press against her lower

abdomen.

“I’m waiting for an answer.” There was a slight rise to the pitch of his voice.

“I…” She couldn’t say it. The words refused to come. Nervously, she tried to shift

her weight, and when she did, her purse clattered to the floor. She darted a quick glance

at it and couldn’t help the surge of nerves that shot through her.

Stephan narrowed his eyes and looked at her purse then at her. Her lungs squeezed

as he stared at her. Without giving her a chance to react, he snatched it off the floor and

jerked it open.

“What the fuck is this?” he thundered. He withdrew her gun and stared at her.

Unable to meet his gaze, she focused on the floor. She couldn’t explain it to him and

now she’d screwed up her one chance to take down Perez. Her throat seized as she tried

to fight the sudden onslaught of tears coming.

A stray tear slipped down her cheek. Before it even reached her chin, Stephan

cupped her jaw and tilted her head upward. Anger radiated from him, but his

expression was a little softer. And a lot less intimidating.

“Why do you have a gun?”

She took a deep breath. “I came here to kill Antonio Perez.”

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Her shallow breathing and the blood rushing in her ears were the only sounds she

heard and they seemed to permeate every crack of the otherwise silent room.

The hand that embraced her jaw slid around until he cupped her head in a harsh

grasp. It didn’t hurt, but it left no room for doubt who dominated the room. He opened

his mouth, but a familiar male voice called his name from the hallway.

It was Perez.

Marisol froze, unsure what to do, but Stephan stripped his shirt off then grabbed

her by her hips and lifted her onto the counter. She barely had time to blink before he’d

spread her thighs wide, forcing her dress up to her waist. She had no choice but to wrap

her legs around him.

“I saw him go in here, boss,” someone said.

Stephan covered her mouth with his in a possessive claiming. His kisses were harsh

and angry and incredibly passionate. As he stroked her tongue with his, her fear gave

way to desire. His fingers threaded through her hair on either side of her head so she

clutched onto his shoulders. Her panties dampened when he shifted and ran one of his

hands up her thigh, trailing under her dress and under the thin strap of her panties.

The sound of the door opening tore them apart.

“Get the fuck out of here!” Stephan barked.

Through a haze, she made out the figure of Perez and someone else, probably one

of his bodyguards. The door shut immediately, no doubt because they realized what

Stephan was doing.

“Meet me in twenty minutes,” Perez shouted through the door.

Stephan grunted something inaudible then resumed his assault on her mouth, but

not before locking the door. As his tongue rasped against hers, she moaned and locked

her ankles behind his back.

With each stroke of their tongues, his cock surged against her pussy. He pulled his

head back and muttered a string of obscene curses. She was sure he was going to yell at

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her or haul her out of there, but instead, he grappled with his belt until his pants slid

down his legs.

His very muscular legs.

“What are you doing?” she whispered.

“I’m going to fuck you.” That deadly edge was back to his voice, but it was laced

with something else.

Desire.

Need.

Hunger.

The command of his voice and the man behind that voice caused her pussy to

flutter uncontrollably. She started to slide off the counter so she could shimmy out of

her thong, but he stopped her.

He covered her mound with his hand and pushed the flimsy material of her panties

to the side. Without any warning or foreplay, he buried his cock inside her with a hard

thrust.

Her inner walls stretched to take him but he didn’t give her any time to adjust. He

kept his gaze locked on hers as he pulled out of her then slammed into her again.

In and out. In and out.

Her pussy spasmed each time he drove into her. She wanted to look away from his

penetrating gaze but she couldn’t. His dark eyes seemed to have some sort of hold on

her.

While he didn’t make a move to take off the rest of her clothes, he palmed one of

her breasts through the silky material of her dress. She hadn’t worn a bra and the dress

was thin. Her nipples were already hard, but they pebbled painfully under his insistent

teasing. He tweaked and rubbed her in erotic little strokes. It was as if an imaginary

string was attached to her aching nipples and pulsing clit. Each time he touched her, her

clit throbbed.

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She was so close that even a little more stimulation would push her over the edge.

“I’m so close, Stephan,” she moaned.

Her words had the opposite effect of what she wanted. He drove into her. Hard.

Then he remained buried, balls-deep and refused to move.

She tried to roll her hips against his but he simply grabbed her and held her in

place.

“What are you doing?” she rasped.

“Why do you want to kill Perez?” he demanded.

“You want to know
now
?” His cock was buried to the hilt and ripples swelled

through her pussy like the aftereffects of an earthquake. If he’d just move a little, she

could come.

“Tell me,” he whispered before leaning forward and grasping her earlobe between

his teeth. He pressed lightly and tugged.

His breath was hot against her neck. She arched her back against him, but he

remained immobile inside her. Scorching, singing heat radiated from him with

unbelievable force. She could actually feel the warmth coming off him it was so potent.

It was a wonder he didn’t catch fire. “I can’t.”

He shifted his hips and pulled out of her by a couple inches. She immediately

mourned the loss. “Tell me, she-wolf.” His voice was still a whisper.

She was so close to climax. Her body hurt. It ached. And she just needed release.

And she desperately needed to tell someone her secret.

“Tell me or I walk out of here,” he rumbled.

“He killed my entire pack and it’s my fault. I want him to pay for what he did.” The

words tore from her chest with a sob.

He tensed for a split second and some foreign emotion rolled off him. She couldn’t

place what it was, but before she could even think, he pushed into her and he didn’t

stop.

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His thrusts were rough, shaky, and she couldn’t catch her breath before an orgasm

rocked through her. Her pussy milked him with ferocity as she exploded. Not wanting

to give anyone a show, she bit into his shoulder to keep from crying out. Pleasure

emanated out of her every pore as the climax erupted through her.

His corded muscles bunched underneath her teeth but he didn’t push her away or

show pain. Instead, his grip on her hips tightened and his thrusts increased. He moaned

low and deep, but he didn’t cry out either as he emptied himself, shooting long, hot jets

of semen into her. Clutching onto her hips, he kept thrusting until he was completely

sated.

She pressed her forehead to his bare chest, unwilling to look him in the eye. To her

horror, tears started leaking from her eyes. Stupid, stupid tears. She swallowed against

the lump in her throat and tried to force herself not to cry, but it was no use.

The harder she tried to control herself, the more she cried. She bit her bottom lip so

she wouldn’t sob, but Stephan wouldn’t let her go. He cupped her face and feathered

kisses all over her. Across her jaw, her cheeks, even her nose. The sweeping motion was

sweet and unexpected and it wrenched even more tears from her.

“Don’t cry,
kardia mou
,” he murmured over and over.

She wasn’t sure what the endearment meant, but every time he said it, her stomach

did a strange flip-flop. Swiping at her errant tears, she met his gaze. “Do you hate me?”

His jaw ticked as he shook his head. “Never.”

An awkward silence descended on the room and she suddenly realized how

exposed she was. Glancing down, her breath caught at the sight they made. He was still

buried inside her and both their juices covered her thighs. Her underwear cut into her

skin from being shoved to the side.

He must have understood her discomfort because he slowly pulled out of her and

began cleaning her. Once he was finished, she tried to adjust her dress but her hands

were too shaky. She’d just admitted her darkest secret to him and he hadn’t said

anything about it.

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Thankfully Stephan was still a gentleman. He helped adjust her clothing before

hooking an arm around her waist. He opened the door, then when he was sure the

hallway was empty, he stepped out into it and dragged her with him.

“What are you doing?” she whispered.

But he didn’t answer. As he strode down the hallway she had no choice but to keep

pace. Instead of heading back toward the party, he led her down another hallway that

emptied into what she guessed was a foyer. Two large faux Corinthian style columns

encased a sturdy looking front door.

A few men with guns stood casually by. When they saw Stephan they nodded at

him but didn’t make a move to stop them as he opened the door. Her breath hitched

when she saw the same tinted SUV from the night before. He opened the back door and

practically shoved her inside. “You’re going back to my place. I’ll see you later.” He

turned toward the window and muttered something in a foreign language to the same

driver as the night before. The young wolf responded then rolled the window up,

giving them privacy.

Stephan leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. Her mouth still tingled

from his previous more demanding kisses and the change of pace was unexpected.

“I’ll see you later.” His voice was hoarse and raspy. Without giving her a chance to

respond, he shut the door and the driver pulled away a second later.

Glancing out the back window, she couldn’t help the sinking sensation forming in

her gut. He didn’t seem as angry as he had earlier, but she really didn’t know him well

enough to make that observation. A shiver snaked down her spine so she wrapped her

arms around herself and leaned back against the leather seat.

There wasn’t much she could do now other than wait.

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Stephan barely contained the rage flowing through him as he walked back inside

Perez’s house. He had to play this carefully or he was going to rip the man’s throat out

and ruin the entire operation. He was used to schooling his features, but the thought

that Perez had hurt his mate was about to send him over the edge. It wasn’t something

she’d have lied about. Stephan might not know the details, but the truth had been

written in every line and curve of Marisol’s body.

The moment he entered the house, Perez, his men and two of Stephan’s teammates

were waiting for him. “Everything all right?” Perez asked with a smirk on his face.

“It would have been better if someone hadn’t interrupted me.” His voice was dry.

A lecherous grin spread across Perez’s face. “I’m glad you’re having a good time,

but now it’s time to get down to business.”

“Agreed.”

“I want to talk to you privately.” Perez glanced at his personal guards then at

Stephan’s men before returning his gaze to Stephan. “Just the two of us.”

Stephan nodded. “That’s acceptable, but if you try to double-cross me, I’ll cut your

heart out.”

Perez cleared his throat, but nodded. “This way.”

Stephan fell in step with the other man as they headed for one of the many hallways

in Perez’s mansion. He kept track of how many turns they made until they stood in

front of a steel door that seemed out of place among the oak-paneled pictures and

ornate crown molding lining the hallway.

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When Perez placed his hand on a biometric scanner, Stephan could feel the fucking

energetic charge rolling off the other man. Just what the hell was behind this door that

had him so excited?

As they stepped into a laboratory of some sort, Stephan frowned as he scanned the

room. When he saw two naked women strapped down behind a glass window, his gut

roiled. “I don’t deal with slave girls. I thought that much was clear.”

Perez snorted. “These aren’t whores. They’re…werewolves. And I’ve managed to

duplicate their abilities in regular humans. We will be able to create super soldiers.”

Stephan’s heart rate increased.
Was Perez testing him?
“Is this some kind of fucking

joke? Werewolves? I thought you were serious about doing business with me.”

“I am! This is why I called you in here alone. Watch.” He picked up something that