Mason’s eyes widened, and his thrashing went ballistic.
She remained quiet, uncertain where Tommy was going with this lie.
“I want my payment in advance.” Tommy turned his cruel glare on her. “Undress.”
Her heart stopped, and her limbs turned to ice.
What was he doing?
I make decisions and do things that sane people would never fathom.
That conversation had been deliberate. He was warning her. Testing her.
Was this a test?
He reclined in the chair and lowered his zipper. The fly opened, exposing the thick, swelling root of his cock.
Sex was the destination. In front of Mason, Van, and Luke, he expected her to undress and ride his lap.
I live a crazy, filthy, dangerous life.
His team lived openly in their sexuality. They had monogamous partners now, but they hadn’t started that way. Tommy had watched Luke fuck Vera in California. Van had fucked half of the guys. They weren’t shy about sex. If she was going to live with them, this couldn’t be a sticking point.
It wasn’t. Not for her.
She looked at Mason, taking in his traumatized misery.
This wasn’t a test. It was punishment. Revenge. Tommy had set this up for Mason, the man who destroyed her trust and continued to harass her for the next decade.
She reached down deep and searched for something, a scrap of a feeling inside her that wanted to save Mason.
All she felt was heat. Fire. A burning desire for justice.
An eye for an eye.
“I watched you fuck another woman.” She stepped toward him and removed her shirt. “Do you know how that feels to watch someone you love betray you so cruelly?” She unbuttoned her jeans and kicked them off with her shoes. “I’ll show you.”
She stood before him in a black bra and panties. A matching set. Lacy and sexy. She’d chosen wisely when she dressed this morning. But she hadn’t selected her underwear for Mason. She was interested in one reaction, and it was searing a line of fire down the length of her back.
Pivoting, she found his eyes in the mask, and oh, Jesus, they smoldered.
Luke and Van kept their guns and their attentions on Mason as she made her way to Tommy. She circled his chair, savoring the track of his gaze. It stayed with her, turning his head until she stepped out of view behind him.
Bending over his back, she brought her hands around him, caressing his sculpted chest, dragging up the shirt, and exposing all that glorious muscle.
He moaned as she touched him. He slumped down in the chair as she reached lower, slipping her hand into the V of his open fly. Soft hair, swollen root, he was so hard, so long and thick. It took some adjusting and a lift of his hips to wrangle him free.
A muffled cry sounded from the couch, drawing her gaze to the tears leaking down Mason’s cheeks. He was hurting. The emotional sort of suffering that stabbed deep.
She didn’t rejoice in that. Didn’t torment him with a smile. She might’ve been vindictive, but she wasn’t inhumane.
Straightening, she walked around the chair, eyes locked on her man. He sprawled with a casual confidence that watered her mouth and soaked her panties.
His cock lay on his thigh, twitching as his golden stare violated every inch of her body.
She climbed onto his lap.
He did the rest, his hands roaming, pulling her close, and tugging aside the crotch of her panties. His mask prevented kissing, but his eye contact sealed their intimacy. He watched her as he guided himself into her body. He didn’t look away as she gripped his corded neck and struggled for breath. He held her gaze as he lanced into her and broke into a hungry rhythm.
She was on top, but he controlled everything. The speed, the thrust, the tempo of her pulse. He owned her, dominated her, and brought her screaming and writhing into blissful completion.
With his forehead against hers, he grunted into her cheek, exploding, spilling himself into her with a deep, rumbling growl.
Mason was full-on sobbing behind her.
As she started to lift, Tommy palmed her backside, holding her to him.
“Thank you,” he whispered, too low for Mason’s ears.
His jealous-possessive nature had needed that bit of revenge. She’d needed it, too. For entirely different reasons.
Mason wouldn’t bother her anymore, and he would think twice before cheating on another woman.
“Thank you,” she whispered back.
She rose from his lap and quickly dressed while Tommy strode toward a weeping Mason, his wet cock hanging out of his zipper.
With a grip on Mason’s hair, Tommy shoved him toward his semi-hard dick. “Lick me clean.”
She froze, and Mason went wild.
“Nah, I’m just playing.” His laughter sobered into cruel authority. “You will never taste heaven again.”
Her lungs released a sigh.
She was done here. No more torment.
Luke and Van stepped forward, guns trained as Tommy cut Mason free from the rope.
“You won’t talk about this.” Tommy tossed Mason’s clothes to him. “You hired us after all.”
Free of the rope, Mason yanked out the gag and scrambled to pull on his pants. “I didn’t—”
“Don’t talk. Not a word. If we catch wind of you blabbering about what you witnessed here, we will find you. And we will kill you.”
Half-dressed, Mason gathered the rest of his things and backed toward the door. His tear-soaked eyes jerked from the rifles to her, his expression ugly with accusation.
“Don’t send any more men to watch me.” She stepped beside Tommy and placed her hand and her cheek against his muscled arm. “I’m keeping this one.”
Tommy let Mason go. He stood at the door and watched her ex sprint toward his car and speed away. Van and Luke grabbed her bags and carried them outside.
“You knew Mason was coming.” She touched Tommy’s tense back.
“We’ll be watching him for a while.” He turned and searched her face. “You’re not running.”
“If you’re trying to scare me, you’ll have to try harder.”
He grinned, blinding her with his gorgeous sex appeal. “We’re going to war with an unknown enemy from Cole’s world. Does that scare you?”
In a few minutes, they would drive to Tommy’s property in the desert. There, Cole would activate the GSM bug he’d removed from her house and lure in the threat. The team would be in position. They would be ready.
“Yep.” She shivered with excitement and fear.
Fear was good. It affirmed she was alive.
He leaned in and brushed his lips against hers. “It’s going to be complicated.”
“Then you definitely need me there.”
“To dominate it?” He kissed her, lingering, controlling her breaths.
“We’ll dominate together.”
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The DELIVER series concludes with COMPLICATE (#9)
Cole’s story.
But it’s not his beginning.
The story of Cole, Danni, and Trace starts in the TANGLED LIES trilogy.
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