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Something possessed me, something dark and evil.

While I’d tasked her to do something vitally important for me, I’d return the favor.

Before I left, never to see her again, I’d ensure her child was returned to her arms.

Forever.

CHAPTER 6

Christine

Dreams were annoying as hell.

Especially when they contained sexy rogues who were impossible to catch.

I opened my eyes, still in the throes of shadowed seduction. I could almost feel my dream date’s hands caressing my skin, whispering soft words.

Soft words in…

Spanish.

“Fuck.” I hissed and jerked up in bed, shaken to the core. I wasn’t only dreaming about a dark and dangerous stranger awakening the bad girl inside of me. I’d had my own. I glanced at the door. It was still partially cracked.

Just like he’d ordered me to do.

Kruz.

The sexy Spaniard who’d left my poor life in shambles. My God. I’d slept with the man. Okay, not technically. No, I’d fucked him instead. What in the hell had I been thinking? I curled over, holding my stomach. I could still feel him inside. The moment I shifted against the scratchy, cheap sheets, I could also feel the sting of his hand against my backside.

I should feel violated, enraged, and terrified.

Then why was the memory fueling the most delicious images in my mind?

He’d dared spank me.

I’d been horrified at first.

Enraged.

I’d wanted to lash out at him, issuing a slight scream from the pain lashing through me. But as my body seemed to enjoy doing, she’d betrayed me with a strangled moan.

A goddamn moan.

What the fuck had been wrong with me? The initial shock had defied me with turning into delirious desire.

Kruz had sensed what I’d needed. He’d taken advantage of my nervousness and horror of being kept hostage.

And the connection between us that defied logic.

No, I couldn’t allow myself to think that way. I’d been raised better. I had scruples, morals. I considered myself a decent human being.

If he hadn’t left, I was going to force him to go. And I refused to be coerced into offering him any assistance. If he wanted to ruin Tonya’s life, he could take her hostage.

Not this girl.

Fueled by another wave of anger, I tossed back the covers, half expecting to find he’d ripped off my clothes in the middle of the night.

He hadn’t.