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  “I...” A lifetime flashes past me in the span of seconds. This powerful silver fox with the wolfish expression was my first lover. After falling for each other at Frasier Academy, the Highland boarding school we both attended once upon a time, we stole away for a weekend to France. Maybe a cramped bed at a dodgy inn isn’t the most romantic place for two teens to lose their virginities, but it was for me and Max—because it was us.

  Before words like duty and mission replaced hope and love.

  “Right. Well. You and I are going to have some serious catching up to do.” He mutters the understatement of the year before glancing at his Rolex with a frown. “But that little reunion will have to wait. We’re going to be late if we don’t leave now.”

  It’s only then that I register the tic in his jaw. The quiet, suppressed fury.

  He is seriously pissed about this situation, and I can’t blame him.

  The room seems to spin, but I don’t falter or faint.

  He disappeared at eighteen, breaking my heart into a million tiny pieces. It wasn’t until ten years later, well after I became Agent Z, that I discovered the full story of what happened to him. He had been recruited by the Order, as well.

  I should have stayed away. But just over three years ago, I emailed him from the Hong Kong office, a short, perfunctory message on an arrest for a sex trafficker from Belgium.

  He responded, asking a few clarifying questions, and we struck up a conversation of sorts.

  And against every bit of my common sense, I eventually asked for a meeting. He had no idea I was Lora from Frasier Academy. He just knew me as Z. And I made damn sure he never saw my face. At my request, he wore a blindfold to every one of our meetings. I wore one, too. Mostly. It was for protection. So we couldn’t betray each other if we ever fell into the wrong hands.

  And so we began our torrid little affair.

  In this way, I was able to have my lover back. He never recognized my voice or my body. I had more curves with age and made sure when I spoke to him it was only ever in a husky whisper.

  I deceived him.

  Now he knows the truth, and I don’t have time to explain. Tonight we are assigned to a job where we are to revel in desire, where I’m to serve his every command. And from the way his nostrils flare as he opens the door, holding it for me, I realize that I’m about to be literally and figuratively fucked.

  “Ready, Princess?” X asks.

  But his expression is hard. I would bet he doesn’t take deceit lightly. If the tables were turned, I’d be hell-bent on revenge, and I wonder with a tinge of both fear and desire if he feels the same.

  “Of course, Your Highness,” I drawl. “Lead the way.”

  X

  My molars crush against each other as we slip into the Jaguar limousine; any more pressure and they’ll shatter. The driver, a junior agent who can barely grow peach fuzz, closes the door behind us before reappearing again in the driver’s seat.

  “Pardon me for saying so, but I’m quite looking forward to this assignment, Agents X and Z. Your missions are legendary, both of you.” His enthusiasm is mixed with his northern English accent. “I mean, X, that time you drove a Rolls-Royce onto the top of a train and then had to jump off? With an Edenvale prince in the car with you, no less!”

  I open my mouth to cut him off, but the bloke barely takes a sip of air before rambling on again.

  “And Agent Z—you wing walked from one plane to another, entered the aircraft from the storage hold and landed the beast after both the pilot and copilot had been poisoned. And you got them to the hospital in time to save them!”

  I raise a brow at this, turning my attention to Lora. I mean—Agent Z.

  The woman who has been fucking me—and with me—for years.

  “That was you?”

  She simply shrugs.

  The rook—the Order’s name for agents in training before they earn their crow’s-feather tattoo—opens his mouth to speak again, but I press the button to close the soundproof partition.

  “Thank you. That will be all for now,” I say as the tinted glass slides shut, his eager young profile disappearing before he can protest.

  The kid doesn’t realize this gig isn’t all about catching bad guys. It’s about learning that the world isn’t black-and-white, but merely shades of gray.

  And the scantily dressed woman beside me is the grayest of gray characters.

  Z stares out the window as we pull away from the curb, and I stare at her thigh-high black stiletto boots, the smooth-as-silk skin of her legs barely covered by the black netting of her—hell, I don’t know what you call it, but whatever it is, it shows off every dip and swell of her curves. Beneath it, she’s covered by a leather G-string and ruby-red pasties that form an X over each nipple as if she’s marked them just for me. Coincidence—or another one of Lora’s attempts to further toy with me? It doesn’t matter. She looks bloody fantastic, and though I would never admit it to her, it will require little effort for me to play my part tonight. We’re the same age, and if I saw her on the street I wouldn’t imagine she was a day over thirty. Whatever genetics are in her lithe body deserve a prize.

  Fuck her for fucking me all those times and knowing it was me.

  “You never struck me as the type who played games,” I say with practiced nonchalance. If she thinks I’m going to give her a big dramatic performance, she’s got another think coming. She’s played me with ice-cold precision for years, so I’m dialing the temperature to Antarctic levels.

  She rolls her eyes but doesn’t peel her gaze from the window.

  “And you said you loved me and disappeared without a trace,” she snaps. “Potato, po-tah-to, Max. You were playing your little spy games years before I was even recruited—years when I didn’t know if you were alive or dead. Don’t try to tangle with me or I’ll tie you in knots.”

  “X,” I say, my jaw tight. “I’m Agent X now. You want to know what happened when they ripped me from my life at Frasier? Max Vandenberg died a thousand deaths until nothing of him remained. All that’s fucking left is X.”

  She finally turns her head, her dark eyes meeting mine. “If you ever really loved me,” she says coolly, “you’d have known it was me even with the blindfold. But you didn’t. You never had a clue.”

  As if choreographed to her words, the car rolls to a stop.

  The driver knocks on the partition. I tap out Morse code in response, permitting him to open the partition.

  “King... Princess...we have reached our destination. Welcome to the Lion’s Den.”

  I straighten my spiked jacket over my T-shirt and open the door to the dark alley that hides the club’s entrance. I unclip the leash from my belt and turn to Z, tossing it onto the seat next to her.

  “Should be as easy as jumping from one plane to another,” I taunt. “Or as lying to a lover.”

  A muscle ticks in her jaw as she lets loose a soft growl.

  “Careful, love,” I tell her. “You’re the sub, remember? You need to sell it.”

  She sneers at me as her knees fall open and she clips the leash to a ring on the crotch of her G-string.

  I grab the free end and give her a slight tug, imagining the cool metal sliding against her folds.

  My cock goes rigid, traitor that it is. But I take satisfaction in Z’s slight squirm against the leather seat.

  “When I say come, you come,” I tell her, then lead her out of the car. It takes every ounce of effort not to allow my mind to wander to the dalliances we’ve shared over the years. The vise grip of her pussy on my cock. Goddamn it, she’d open so wide for me. She gave me everything except for the truth.

  For the seconds we stand next to each other, she leans close and whispers in my ear. “If we make it out of here alive, I’m going to kill you.”

  I chuckle, though I know it’s only partly a joke. Agent Z�
�s reputation with the blade is legendary. As is her talent for escape. No one can capture her.

  “I look forward to it, Princess.”

  And then I stride farther into the alley, the slack on the leash the determiner of how many paces she’ll walk behind me.

  Yes, we’re playing our assigned roles, but it also allows me to case our surroundings and for her to have my back should I miss anything.

  Not that I ever do.

  I count the doors, none of them lit, and stop at the fifth one—an indistinct black door recessed in the nondescript redbrick rear wall of the building.

  A camera above the door clicks and whirs as we approach. Then the door falls open, revealing a dimly lit stairwell.

  I wrap the leash around my hand and give it a soft pull.

  Z sucks in a sharp breath and my nostrils flare. Fuck. I capture the scent of her erotic aroma.

  “Tell me what’s on the other side of that ring,” I say, because it’s either that or throw her up against the wall and take her bareback, thrust my cock in her to the root, make her milk every last drop of come out of me and see if that gets my head on straight.

  She grits her teeth. “Make me.”

  Copyright © 2018 by Riley Pine

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