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“Are you sure you really want to play this game with me?” Dom asked, his lips so close to her ear she could practically feel them “I promise, I’m much better at it than you”

She couldn’t blame the frost in the air for the state of her nipples or the liquid heat curling in her belly Daooey and pliant Or was it?

She let herself go slack The two seconds when shockShe slipped underneath his aret a few steps ahead of Dospan, pivot and fire while on the run One Two

Sorabbed her by the hair and jerked her back Pain shot through her, and she lost focus for a heartbeat It was all the ti her around until the Mercedes was at her back and he blocked her in froly little amount of effort on his part, he twisted the Glock out of her fingers and flung it across the drive Her scalp ached, but she wasn’t about to give hi it

“Going so soon?” he asked

“The co”

Does of his full lips Bastard He knew He knew she was pissed off, deter turned on at the sahs together It was official—she’d finally cracked Ten years on the run, and her brain picked thishis thick biceps straining against his suit jacket Sweet mama

He glowered down at her “Let’s get one thing straight You’re not going anywhere without me It’s not safe”

“And you’re safe?” He radiated danger the way her stove emitted heat

“Without a doubt”

He wasn’t here to hurt her, she believed hiuys They had been instru her out of the country when the Fjende took power in the coup, but after they got her on the plane to America, she’d been on her own Why had they coed? “Who are you?”

“Dominick Rasmussen, international financier and playboy” He smiled, but there wasn’t any joy in it “I spend most of eles, Sydney, and Madrid”

“No, who are you really?” Was he the Resistance’s leader?

“Batman, remember?”

Frustration spilled over This was her life, not a war game The hts set on her, the next in line, when her father’s aide had thrown hi her life She wouldn’t dishonor their ive ”