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  Avery’s back hit the soft mat with a breath stealing thud and she found herself face to face with Max. His expression was a mixture of need and joy that should have been impossible, but she completely understood. This was real. No fake trappings of civilization, just two animals battling for dominance. She lifted her head and nipped his lip.

  The kiss he answered with was an exquisite claiming, brutal and wild. She clawed at his back as if trying to climb inside him. He held her hair in a rough grip, moving her head how he wanted as he explored every inch of her mouth. When they broke apart, their breath was coming in loud pants.

  “Why were you down here, Wildcat?”

  Fuck, how could he be asking that question now? Her brain was working on a one word basis. Mine. More. Now. Want. She tried to focus and remember her mission. It didn’t change if they knew who she was.

  “Curiosity.”

  He bit down on the juncture where her neck met shoulder and her body spasmed in both pain and pleasure. “And what were you doing in the server room?”

  “Nothing.” She gasped as his tongue licked along the bruise he had caused.

  He sat up and gripped the front of her shirt in both hands. The pull and tear as he managed to not only rip apart her shirt, but her bra also, had gooseflesh rolling over her skin in excitement. It didn’t matter if he believed her, as long as he didn’t stop what he was doing.

  He bit down on her collarbone, then her breasts. The marks he left behind on her dusky skin would last for days and she would love looking at them, reliving this moment over and over. Never before had she enjoyed herself so perfectly. Her past lovers had been tame, their idea of rough sex a cute slap to her ass upon request. She needed this, needed him.

  Lightning sparks of pleasure and pain forced a scream out of her as he bit each nipple leaving them wonderfully throbbing and aching for more. The world spun for a moment and before she understood what he was doing, he had her kneeling up and facing away from him. His powerful arms pinned her arms to her side as they wrapped above and below her breast, trapping her back to his chest. Strong legs pressed against her thighs as he knelt behind her immobilizing her legs as well.

  Max bit her ear. The pain helped bring her mind back into focus. “What were you doing in the server room?”

  It was obvious he knew something, and it was tempting to confess everything. It had been so long since anyone had been on her side the urge to share her problems was like a giant lump sitting in her stomach. But she couldn’t. Trusting people was how she got into this mess. Believing in the system that claimed to take care of their own. How fast had their belief in her gone when she had been accused of being dirty?

  Not one person had believed her story. Not one person had fought on her side or even doubted for one moment that she was guilty. Co-workers and friends all stopped answering her calls. Gave her dirty looks at the pre-trial hearings. She was alone in the world, and it was better that way.

  She snarled. “I was just looking around.”

  Avery threw her weight to the side and pulled her knees up, trying to get some leverage. The frustrating man’s only reaction was to hold her tighter, constricting her breath. His hand slid down, she thought to steady her hips. Too late, she realized he was slipping his hand into the pocket of her skirt that held the USB drive.

  She bucked, but it was useless. The sight of him snapping the device in half between his fingers enraged her. With a scream she ducked her chin and bit down on the arm pinning her chest in place. His snarl made her laugh, and he pulled her head back by her hair with the hand that no longer held her precious data.

  “Biting me only turns me on more, Wildcat. Now tell me why you tried to hack our computers.”

  She felt her own excitement starting to drip down her thighs. This whole encounter was messed up on a level she couldn’t even start to break down. He was the enemy, so she should not want him to use the large cock she felt pressing against her ass to fuck her until she passed out. She could blame it on the fantasies of the last year, but the truth was she had always been wired slightly off normal.

  Where other women dreamed of sweet men who cuddled and talked about their feelings, she had wanted someone to match her strength and fire. What was the point in choosing a partner who was weaker than herself? Every man she had dated in the past, even if they had been willing to be in charge, had wanted her to make herself something lesser rather than stepping up their game and being something better.

  Max had out thought her, out fought her and at no point had he tried to make her be less. He seemed to revel in her strength. Could she trust him with even a small portion of her secrets? Would he help her? If he did, would he really help or just try to sideline her while he tried to take over?

  Out of options, she felt a small part of the wall around her heart crumble. Telling him the truth was a wild chance, but what did she have to lose? “I need the information you stole from Mitchell Thomas to prove I didn’t kill my partner.”

  The arm around her chest loosened and she felt light brushes over her sensitive nipples. She couldn’t look down to see what he was doing because of his grip on her hair and that made the sensations more intense. He circled one then the other, the touches getting firmer and she could feel her heartbeat in each nipple as they tightened painfully, aching for a stronger touch.

  “What do you think is in that information?”

  She paused, not wanting to admit she wasn’t sure what she wanted to find. His rough palm slid down her stomach and pulled her skirt. It caught for a second on the bandage covering her tattoo, then slid the rest of the way up so her soaked panties would be fully exposed. Her arms were free now and she could have fought him, but she didn’t want to. What she wanted was for him to slip his hand inside her underwear and ease the ache that was now a pulsing pain centered around her core.

  “Mitchell found out I was an undercover Federal Agent. He and that bastard Mateo set me up for the murder and to be kidnapped and raped. The job they did wasn’t some quick scam. I hope there is something. Maybe the woman they used to pose as me, maybe the real source of the fake account found in my name. Anything at this point would be useful.” Her last word was gasped as he finally slid his fingers down through her slit.

  His light touch was perfect and maddening. He swirled around her clit and heat built as her pussy clenched wanting something inside her. She squirmed, trying to get the friction she needed to push her closer to climax.

  “Why didn’t you just ask for our help?” His fingers slid down just sliding inside her entrance.

  She laughed, her breath hitching as he started fucking her with his fingers at a frustratingly slow pace. “Why would a bunch of criminals want to help me?”

  “Pot.” He nipped her neck. “Kettle.” He bit down hard on her neck, the ache shooting down her spine.

  Her mind raced as she realized just how stupid her words were. He was right. She was judging them without knowing them, like so many others judged her. Hell, she really was a criminal now. Breaking in and stealing files from both the District Attorney and the FBI agent had required the commission of several crimes. She had killed the two women in jail. It had been self-defense, but that didn’t make it any less of a sin. She moaned as he began pushing deeper inside her, his grip on her neck and hair keeping her pinned and at his mercy.

  His complete control over her body let her mind float, and she felt all the emotions of the last year washing over her in waves. She hated being alone without backup. Working for the DEA had given her, if not a family than a safety system. She hadn’t realized how much she missed that until now. She leaned into Max’s body, enjoying for just this moment not having to do anything but feel what he was doing to her body.

  His grip loosened, and she felt his tongue do a gentle sweep up her neck. “You’re going to let me help you.”

  She jerked as his two talented fingers found her G-spot and began stroking against it. An orgasm like she had never felt started building deep in
side her. “You’ll give me the information?”

  He nipped her earlobe. “If we have it. But I’m going to help you clear your name.”

  “Why would you do that?” The crazy things he was doing to her body weren’t making it easy to concentrate. She needed to understand what he was offering.

  “Because you're mine.”

  The words made no sense, but she felt them deep in her bones. Pleasure built like an ache along her spine. Logic and reality were inconsequential. She needed to come, and she needed him to make the stress of the last year disappear.

  “If I’m yours, why aren’t you fucking me?”

  His growl vibrated down her spine as he pushed her down onto all fours.

  “Be good, Wildcat.” His breath was warm against her back. “Or I’ll leave you hot and wanting. Only good girls get to come.”

  She bucked against him, frustrated at how easily he held her pinned.

  “Of course, I owe you a punishment for coming down here so your choice. No orgasm or you stay on your knees like the naughty girl you are and let me spank you.”

  She tossed her head, throwing her hair over her shoulder so she could glare at him.

  “Can’t you multi-task? If you want me to let you spank me, you better be fucking me at the same time.” She wanted to feel him inside her, not play some stupid game. Most men would give up on playing games when sex was on the table. Avery wasn’t sure if she hoped Max would be like all the rest, or if for once she would find a man who would live up to his promises.

  Chapter 10

  I haven’t lost all my marbles yet, but there’s a small hole in the bag somewhere.

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  Max loved her fire. The way she challenged him even from her knees had his cock so hard it pushed painfully against his jeans. Claiming her as his wasn’t logical, but it was real. He reached around the front of her, undoing the button of her jean skirt. With a yank he pulled both it and her panties down to her thighs, using the material to hobble her.

  She bucked, and he caught her arms behind her back. Her snarl was exciting as hell as he eased her forward and pinned her face down on the mat. He wanted her like he had never desired a woman before. But he had to be sure she wanted this too.

  “I’m going to spank your ass till it’s cherry red, then fuck you till you’re seeing stars. You don’t want this, you say stop. But no other word is going to make one difference in the outcome.”

  “Fuck you!” She tried to twist out of his grip, but he kept her pinned. Her struggles only revved up his desire. She was perfect in this moment, wild and raw. Her fight, her desire, the unique blaze that was her soul was everything he could want in that moment. All that was left was for him to earn her submission.

  His hand came down on her ass with a satisfying crack. “Those definitely weren’t the right words.”

  Time lost meaning as he spanked her. She twisted and cursed, but never once asked him to stop. He could feel the anger and pain that she was finally able to release through her screams. Tears, he somehow knew she never let herself shed, slid down her cheeks as she gave it all over to him. Max knew what she needed. The physical pain allowed her an outlet for the emotions she kept bottled inside.

  He was careful to spread out the blows, pushing her body’s responses higher. When she started arching up into his blows rather than trying to avoid them, he knew it was time. Her ass and upper thighs were a beautiful deep red that meant she was going to remember his touch for days. He had avoided the taped off area around her tattoo, not wanting to damage the beautiful artwork that connected them.

  Holding her down with one hand, he slipped off his jeans. She panted against the mat lost in the high of the endorphins from his spanking. He wrestled her skirt and panties off her legs, loving the pool of her cream below her pussy that showed she was enjoying this as much as he was. He lifted his hand, running a light touch down her spine. There it was. True submission. She held still for him without a fight, wanting what only he could give her.

  A possessive urge filled his chest with a heat that shot straight to his cock. He needed to claim her and mark her in the most basic of ways. He leaned down to her ear and with his last ounce of self-control whispered, “Do I need a condom, Wildcat? I’m clean and want to fuck you raw.”

  Her breath slowed for a minute, then caught as she processed his words. “I’m on birth control. I have an IUD and I’m clean. Hasn’t been a lot of opportunity to fool around while trying to stay alive.”

  “Is that a yes?”

  “Yes.” The word was as much a demand as consent.

  He bit her earlobe, growling in satisfaction. “Then run.”

  He gave her ass one last smack and loved the way she sprang up into a sprint. She was beautiful and someday he would enjoy truly chasing her, but tonight wouldn’t be that time. He couldn’t wait. Max tackled her before she got five steps and rolled with her on the padded floor. The minx managed to wrap her legs around him and as they tumbled. The feel of her wet pussy over his length was a temptation. The pleasure that shot through him was distracting and she somehow ended up on top of him.

  He arched back and then pushed his hips forward to slide into her hot depths. He gripped her hips and thrust up into her, not letting her take control. She moaned in time with his motions, and he felt her constrict around him. Her nails against his chest were sharp pricks that drove his passion higher. She clawed at him. He was sure she was unaware of the damage she was doing so lost in the sensations of their joining. Her hips bucked against him, and her raw scream filled the room as her orgasm clutched at his cock.

  He took a minute to enjoy the tight grip of her pussy spasming around him before he rolled them so she was pinned underneath him. This was where they belonged. Locked together in the most primal dance between two people.

  He pulled back and slammed into her depths, finally releasing his own control. His deep growls and her screams echoed off the walls. They weren’t people anymore, they were animals caught in the most basic of drives. Perfectly in sync with the natural rhythm of their bodies. Male claiming female. The strength of his body matching the fire of her soul to become something more than just individuals.

  Max’s orgasm started deep in his spine, but he was determined to see her break apart for him one more time. His Wildcat clawed at his arms and back like the wild woman she was. Each little hurt fueled his pleasure. He ground them together and bit the wonderful spot right at the side of the base of her throat.

  Her pussy gripped him in waves, and her screams turned to gasping moans. Only then did he let himself go. The pleasure was like a white supernova passing through his body. His arms trembled, ready to collapse, so he rolled them. Pliant and spent, she cuddled perfectly against his chest. Their breaths and hearts slowed as they both basked in the moment.

  A slow clapping filled the room, and Max looked up to see Hawk and the other officers at the edge of the sparring mat. Amused smiles on their faces.

  Hawk tossed a few towels in their direction. “Clean up. Bring her to my office. We need to talk.”

  Chapter 11

  When you’ve hit rock bottom there is only one way to go.

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  She had lost her mind. That was the only explanation for what had happened in the basement. Now she was being led like a prisoner up the stairs and to a meeting with a stranger. At least Max had given her his shirt to wear, but his distracting leather and pine scent was now wrapped all around her.

  It was tempting to try to run when they reached the hallway, but the two large men from the tattoo shop, Hannibal and Ink, blocked her path out of the Clubhouse. What the hell would these guys have to say to her? She didn’t believe for one minute they would want to help her. Men said a lot of things they didn’t mean when they wanted sex. Now that she and Max had fucked like rabid bunnies with an audience, all his big words would be worthless.

  They walked into a nice but overly masculine office. The man who had demanded their presence sat behi
nd a gorgeous oak desk. Pictures and memorabilia of all things military and motorcycle covered the walls. Several comfy looking chairs were arranged in front of the desk and scattered around the room. Behind the man in charge, who’s cut read Hawk, was an overly muscled man with a patch that said Sharp. The door thudded intimidatingly as Max shut it, locking the four of them alone in the small space.

  Sharp’s smile was teasing as he looked at Max. “You going to need stitches?”

  Avery felt her cheeks heat. Since Max was shirtless because of her, it was easy to see the red marks she had left on his chest and arms. He had put on his cut, but it covered little of the damage. To her embarrassment, a few of them were seeping blood. Memories of lashing out at him a few times were vivid in her mind, but she did not remember turning him into a scratching post.

  “I think I’ll survive.” Max nodded to the chair in front of him like he expected her to sit in it.

  It was tempting to refuse, but honestly she was exhausted. The energetic and mind blowing orgasms had been a release of so much more than sexual tension. She felt like she had gone through both a physical and emotional obstacle course and was trying not to collapse on the finish line. Most people got to snuggle and fall asleep after sex. Instead she was about to be questioned and God knew what else.

  She flopped into the chair. Pain made her wince as her bruised ass thumped onto the chair. Her whole body was covered in bruises from his bites. She hated and loved each mark.

  Sitting there barefoot, covered in the evidence of his dominance, put her off kilter. She should have taken the time to put on her boots. Clothes were her armor, and she needed as much as she could get right now.