What do you do when the woman you love is up for auction? Make sure you’re the highest bidder!
When her little sister disappears,
As the auctioneer calls for bids, she hears a voice from her past. Kaeden! The lover she ran out on in order to raise her little sister. He's found her again, and he has no intention of letting her escape a second time. He and his band of mercenaries will do whatever it takes to reunite the sisters and keep them safe.
One step was all it took to bring him right up to her face. His hand moved so fast, she didn’t see what was in it. The quiet snick of the lock was her first clue that he wasn’t going to just let her walk away.
She jerked her head around, her image in the mirror confirming what she already knew. He’d placed a tracer collar on her. Much nicer than the one she’d worn at auction, the delicate gold filigree circled her throat without any visible clasp. Just because it was pretty, didn’t mean she liked it. “Damn you! What the hell do you think you are doing?”
“Making sure I don’t have to put so much effort into tracking you down the next time. Do you have any idea how hard it was to find you? The team was just about ready to consign me to a padded room when we finally got a line on your location.” Kaeden crossed his arms and studied her. “I think it suits you.”
Of all the asinine things he could do, this had to be at the top of the list. The man was about as civilized as a grizzly bear. He simply had no clue. “It’s a tracer collar. It marks me as your property. You have no right to do this!”
“On the contrary, I have every right.” A satisfied smile lit his rugged features. “I purchased you for quite an exorbitant amount of money, and I actually have all the paperwork to prove it. You need someone to look after you, and it might as well be me.”
“The hell it will. I can look after myself, thank you very much.” She stomped her foot on the floor.
One raised eyebrow showed what he thought of that statement. “Really? In that case, why did I find you on the auction block? I don’t think you would have been happy if the other bidder had taken you home. He looked a tad too bloodthirsty to make a very good master.”
“I didn’t intend to let him take me home.” She’d forgotten how much of an asshole Kaeden could be when he disagreed with her. “I would have escaped once I was off the block.”
“Yeah. Good plan. I’m sure he would have been quite happy to look the other way.” He dismissed her argument with a decisive snap of strong white teeth. “Doesn’t matter. That collar stays on until I’m convinced you aren’t going to take off again. Running seems to be your answer to everything.”
“Oohh!” Anger goaded her into action, and she lifted her hand to slap that arrogant smirk off his face.
She hadn’t counted on his enhanced reactions, and he easily caught her wrists before she could connect. Forcing her arms down to her sides, he lowered his head and seared a punishing kiss across her lips.
She shouldn’t react. She shouldn’t. The last thing she needed was to lose herself in his arms. Again. She knew from past experience just how easy that was.
She held herself rigid for a few precious seconds while his hard lips moved over hers, his tongue sliding along the seam to demand entrance. Desire raced through her system as she struggled not to respond. Damn him, he knew the effect he had on her.
“You can’t force me.” She bit the words out between clenched teeth.
“I won’t have to.” The supreme arrogance in that statement sent a new surge of anger washing through her. The worst part was, he was right and they both knew it.
She held out for an eternity while his arms moved up to crush her against his unyielding body. He slid his hands up under her shirt, and the feel of his callused palms on her skin had her melting against his hard body. It was so easy, almost inevitable. All the damn man had to do was touch her and she turned into a melting pool of lust. Damn him to hell and back!
She caught his lip between her teeth and bit down, hard. The coppery taste of blood filled her mouth, but Kaeden just laughed. Picking her up, he threw her onto the bed and followed her down to straddle her hips. Grasping her arms, he drew them up over her head.
His eyes gleamed darkly as he stared down at her, and
Dee could feel the desire coiled tight in her belly. It didn’t take long for lust to replace the anger and she rolled her hips, rubbing herself against the hard bulge in his pants.
“Damn, woman. Have you any idea of the hell you put me through?” Kaeden stripped off his shirt, tossing it to the floor as he reached for the fastening at the waistband of his pants. “If you ever even think about taking off like that again, I’m going to whip you within an inch of your life.”
“Yeah, right.” The hurt in his voice made her feel just the tiniest bit guilty for the way she’d run out on him. “Shut up and get those damn pants off.”