MadetoBeBroken by Lyra Byrnes Page B

but she couldn’t
take the chance of locking the sat phone away and have Alexi hear it ping. If
he was back; she dared not check.
    Finally the screen brightened without making a sound. She
sent up a silent prayer of thanks that Western Oops at least had that much
foresight.
    “Message rcvd need geomap asap more info want $$$ worth
Coco.”
    More information—he had to be kidding. She wrinkled her nose
in disgust. Templeton had to use her success as an opportunity to be vile and
condescending. She slid the phone back on its shelf, covered the gap and shut
the armoire door just as the floor behind her creaked.
    The thin cotton clothes were plastered to his body. Every
ridge and muscle was visible, his hair damp.
    “What are you doing?” His voice was low and dangerous.
    “Nothing. Were you in the lake?”
    “What are you doing?”
    “I told you ¼ ” He
grabbed her jaw with his free hand and lifted her head.
    “You are lying to me, krahsniy . We had a deal.”
    She tried to keep her voice from shaking, not from fear, but
desire. He looked incredibly hot all wet and breathing heavily, his sharp
cheekbones highlighted by the morning rays of the sun. As for fear—what was the
point? It was no secret that they were still enemies and always would be.
    “I was checking the arsenal,” she said as coolly as she
could. “To see if everything was in good condition in case I need to use it.”
    He let her go so fast she nearly dropped to the floor. “Are
they?” he asked gruffly.
    “What?”
    “The things in the closet. The whips are oiled, the leather
bends just so? Cuffs nice and tight, yeah?”
    Every nerve of her body was on guard. “Everything seems in
good shape,” she said cautiously, “but there’s nothing in there I would use.”
    He opened the door and peered inside. She prayed he would
not paw around and find the hidden door.
    “So you lie to me again. Two times, I think.” She said
nothing. “First, ‘I am doing nothing’. Second, big lie hides behind little lie,
but I will have it from you.”
    He strode to the armoire and bent into the dark space. “What
is so useless here? This—oho, yes!” He tossed the short lash over his shoulder.
“Feathers, paugh! Stupid. Oh this is very hot, very useful.”
    He brought out the two funny cuffs that were too big for a
wrist but too small for a waist, then threw them back inside.
    She hadn’t realized she was holding her breath until he
again emerged, the spreader bar between his hands. She must have dropped it
while fussing with the hook.
    “I have every right to protect myself,” she answered hotly.
“I’m here as a professional, not your fucking girlfriend or your whore!”
    “And as a professional, you made a deal, and that was to be
my whore. For every lie you tell, every truth I give.”
    Coco licked her lips. It was as if he could read her mind,
sense her every primal need and most baroque desire.
    “Bend over the table.”
    “No.”
    That exquisite smile bloomed slowly across his face, as if
he had been given a wonderful gift. It was more terrifying than his glower, and
Coco bolted for the door.
    His powerful hands caught her by the shoulders and shoved
her roughly over the wooden table, face-first. She tried to raise herself, but
he yanked down her panties and she fell again.
    “Let me go, you sick bastard!”
    She lifted her leg back to kick as the cuff clamped shut
over one ankle. A chuckle sounded in her ear. Alexi seemed perfectly relaxed
and at ease. He spread her legs and buckled on the second cuff.
    “Struggle, krahsniy . It only makes me harder.”
    He smoothed his hands over her back, her scar, the globes of
her ass and tops of her thighs. At his touch, her pussy swelled and throbbed.
One arm was trapped beneath her torso and she pinched her nipple, rolling it
between thumb and forefinger. She whimpered, sighing.
    “So white, like ivory. Are you fragile, little bird? Will
you break if I stuff my cock in your ass?”
    “No,