Master of Secrets

by Sienna Snow

  “Since when did you have time to make friends with a Solon agent, especially Briana Amici?”

  He lifted a brow and smirked. “I should have expected you to know Bri. And to answer your question, I have worked with Bri on multiple cases over the years. You have to remember, I’m Interpol and German, not American CIA. We tend to make more friends than enemies when working with other agencies to reach our end goal.”

  “Fuck off.”

  “We have more problems to add to everything.”

  “You are just full of good news today.” I took a deep breath. “Spit it out.”

  “There is no way Trevolo is going to believe she is an ordinary capture, daughter of a rival or not.”

  “What the hell are you talking about?”

  “You saw the video just as everyone else did. Only someone who is trained in combat would know how to make the moves Ana made. Trevolo isn’t an idiot. Plus, the way she kicked up that blade and stabbed Chase was some serious James Bond shit.”

  “Lara Croft,” Ana’s weak, hoarse voice said. “Or Selene from Underworld. You could pick a female badass to describe me, not some stupid British Secret Service agent.”

  She leaned heavily against the door leading out of the bedroom. Her face was flushed, and she gripped her side in the spot with some of her worst bruising.

  I rushed to her, scooping her into my arms.

  “I’d lean more toward Selene. She is a German death dealer, after all. We Germans are very badass.”

  I shot Sebastian an annoyed glare and cradled Ana’s head against my neck. “You scared the shit out of me.”

  “I’m sorry.” She nuzzled into me. “I scared myself too.”

  I brought her to the couch and sat, keeping her on my lap. I closed my eyes and said a quick prayer of thanks and then leaned back.

  I was not letting her out of my sight from now on. Damn woman got into trouble even when she was doing as she was told. Her safety was virtually nonexistent on this godforsaken island.

  “I want to get her off this island as soon as possible. Use your connections or something. Right now, you’re Trevolo’s favorite lapdog.”

  “I am no one’s lapdog.” The humor on Sebastian’s face disappeared. “Trevolo is going to have Ana and you watched nonstop the second he learns she’s awake. The only way to keep her safe is to play our assigned roles.”

  “The bastard is going to expect me to share her. Whether she’s recovered or not. It’s fucking out of the question.”

  “Do you really believe I would hurt her? You’re lucky I scare the shit out of the others as much as you do and no one challenged my bid.”

  “Are you boys really discussing me as if I’m not here?” Ana shifted, trying to sit up, but I held her down.

  “Dammit. Stay still—you have a fucking head injury. I won’t let you get hurt again.”

  She jabbed me with her elbow in the gut and slid from my hold, cocking a hand on her hip.

  “Fuck. What was that for?”

  “Do you see this?” She pulled down the shoulder of my too-big-for-her shirt and exposed the small, jagged scar marring her shoulder. “I went back to work within days of this.”

  I clenched my jaw. She’d been shot. She shouldn’t be out in the field, she should be back in Vegas, running her family’s empire.

  “I highly suggest that if you don’t want to die, you stop that line of thought.” Sebastian grabbed Ana’s wrist a second before she landed a punch to my face.

  She winced from the strain. She was no way near recovered or able to handle this operation.

  “Dammit, Ana.” I reached for her, but she scrambled toward the other side of the couch.

  “I’d refrain from touching her. You saw her Selene moves.”

  “Fuck off, Weber.”

  Fire flashed in Ana’s amber gaze and my cock jumped. I should have my head checked but her temper turned me on. Always had.

  Makeup-less, she looked so much younger than her twenty-six years. But no less beautiful. I resisted the urge to haul her toward me and kiss her.

  “I’m not helpless, Ian. I know how this game is played.” Ana’s attention went to Sebastian. “Since I overheard you say you knew Briana, I assume they know what’s going on here?”

  “I’m not sure what you’re talking about,” Sebastian hedged and then when Ana glared at him, he said, “Yes, she’s aware. Your whole team is. Hence the reason they set a deadline to get you off this island.”

  “What’s the ETA?” Ana asked.

  “A week.”

  “Okay.” She inhaled deep. “So that means Trevolo will want to collect on the auction for third.”

  “Yes.” I pushed the tray in her direction to distract her.

  Immediately she picked up a fork and shoveled a bite into her mouth. We’d talk about the details later. I was positive she knew Sebastian was the winner to be my third, especially after the conversation about Sebastian hurting her.

  Ana devoured the food, barely taking time to swallow. The one thing Ana never shied away from was food. She loved a good meal, and I was glad it hadn’t changed.

  “I have to say it’s refreshing to be around a woman who likes to eat.” Sebastian offered her a bottle of water. “Probably accounts for your fabulous curves.”

  I had the distinct urge to punch Sebastian. He’d said that on purpose to piss me off.

  It used to annoy me the way he’d flirt with her when we were in college; however, I’d let it go because Ana seemed oblivious. Now it was a different story. He was going to get a taste of what was mine.

  “Thanks.” Ana shot a look between me and Sebastian and shook her head. “That’s the one positive of this damn island. The chef is top notch.”

  Sebastian’s watch beeped. “That’s my cue to head back to the main house. One question before I leave?”

  I lifted a brow and waited.

  “How do you suppose we spin your badass Lycan slayer abilities?”

  “Easy,” Ana said, in between bites. “Nora Shah is an avid supporter of mixed martial arts and trains on the regular with some of the best in the world. Her father believed each of his children should learn some type of extracurricular activity. So instead of something acceptable to elitist Indian society like piano or sewing, she picked taekwondo. If Trevolo investigated Nora thoroughly enough, as we should assume he has, then it shouldn’t surprise him that I have the abilities I do.”

  Both Sebastian and I stared at Ana as if we were seeing a different woman. Then Sebastian broke the silence with a booming laugh. “Damn, Ana, you really have all the answers.” Sebastian looked at me. “You better marry her before I steal her from you.”

  “Don’t make me kill you, Weber. Get out. I want to be alone with my bride.”

  The smirk on his face said he was fucking with me. If he wasn’t my best friend, I’d rearrange his face.

  Sebastian rose, moving to the door. “See you at the house later. Trevolo mentioned something about special entertainment. It should be interesting.”

  Chapter Twelve

  Anaya

  * * *

  Adrian remained quiet for a few minutes after Sebastian left, seemingly lost in thought and giving me enough time to finish eating.

  “Are you okay?” I asked when I couldn’t take the silence anymore.

  “Yes.”

  “So, I take it Sebastian won the auction.”

  “Caught that, did you?”

  I’d caught a lot of things. He’d been so lost in his discussion about me that he hadn’t even noticed I had heard the majority of his conversation with Sebastian.

  A slight crease formed between his brows.

  “Are you going to be okay with it?”

  He didn’t answer and asked, “Are you okay with it?”

  “I don’t have a choice.” Two could play this evasion game.

  He glared at me. “It will only be one time.”

  “You’ve shared women before.”

  It made me
a little crazy, knowing he was expert on this threesome thing. How many women had he shared with Sebastian or another man? Was I really looking for an answer? No. Definitely not.

  “They weren’t you.” He turned. “I’ll be right back, finish eating.”

  Okay, great conversation. I set my fork on the plate and stood. A wave of dizziness hit me but calmed just as fast. I padded my way into the bedroom to hear the water running in the bathroom.

  The scent of lavender hit my nose and I realized Adrian was drawing me a bath.

  As I stepped into the bathroom, I found Adrian holding the edge of the counter near the sink. His head was bowed and his eyes closed.

  I stepped behind him, slipping my hands around his stomach and startling him.

  “How the hell do you do that? You’re the only person who can sneak up on me.” He turned, catching me around the waist and pulling me against him.

  I dropped my head to his chest, inhaling his comforting scent. “Years of practice.”

  “Ready for a bath?”

  “God yes.” I hadn’t realized how cruddy my body felt until he asked the question.

  “Then let’s get you in there.” Immediately he slipped his shirt over my head and threw it on the floor.

  He clenched his jaw as he studied the bruises on my face.

  Cupping his cheek, I said, “I bruise easily. You’ve always known this. They fade just as fast.”

  “I wasn’t there to protect you.”

  “This isn’t your fault.”

  “On that matter, we’ll agree to disagree.” He walked me toward the tub. “Step in.”

  With Adrian’s help, I climbed into the giant jacuzzi that could fit five people with bubbles almost overflowing the rim.

  As I settled in, I picked up a cup sitting on the ledge and poured heated water over my head and face. Slowly the heat seeped into my skin and my muscles began to relax.

  “Aren’t you getting in with me?”

  “Are you sure you want me to?”

  That was a dumb question, but I knew he was filled with guilt for what happened. The man had no idea this wasn’t the first time I’d had my ass kicked. I’d keep that bit of information to myself or he may have an aneurysm.

  I handed him a shampoo bottle. “Get in and wash my hair for me.”

  He watched me as if weighing whether to obey.

  I lifted a brow and shook the bottle. “I’m waiting.”

  He heaved a deep sigh and pulled his shirt over his head. “Stubborn woman.”

  Holy fuck, the man really was the stuff of fantasies or hot cop calendars.

  “Stop looking at me like that. I’m not going to do anything but help you bathe.” His pants went next. God, I loved how he always went commando. He wasn’t aroused by any means, but his cock was still a sight to behold. If only I had the energy to wake it up. With my mouth.

  “Scoot up.”

  He stepped in behind me, setting a leg on each side of me and his cock resting on the curve of one butt cheek.

  He washed my hair, massaging my scalp and rinsing it. He really had magic hands.

  Picking up a nearby washcloth, he poured some soap on it and began to wash my body. By the time he was done, my nipples beaded and clit swelled.

  My breath was coming out in short pants.

  Adrian’s cock responded to the change in my breathing, growing hard and thick along my spine.

  “Ian,” I moaned.

  He set the washcloth on the side and gripped the edge of the tub, dropping his head back.

  “I’m not going to fuck you until you’re healed.”

  “Please.”

  “Ana, I can’t hurt you.”

  It was crazy. He’d spank me, dominate me, fuck me every which way possible but the possibility of intentionally inflicting unnecessary pain on me was unbearable to him.

  “Fine.” I leaned back against his chest, making sure the length of his cock slid between my folds.

  His hands grabbed my hips, staying me. “Stop it.”

  “Ian, please.” I grabbed one of the hands on my hips and pressed it between my legs. “I need you.”

  “Ana, you don’t understand. I’ll hurt you. I don’t have the ability to go gentle.” His fingers began to trail up and down my slit.

  “I’m not fragile.” I lifted up and impaled myself on his fingers and gasped.

  “Dammit, Ana.” He pulled out and plunged back in. “I’ll pleasure you, but my cock stays where it is.”

  “Between my legs.”

  “Ana.” His tone was warning me but he continued to work my pussy, thrusting in and out as his thumb circled and teased my clit.

  I gripped the back of his neck, arching up so I could grab his hot, hard length with my other hand.

  “Fuck. Yes. Like that.” He bucked up into my hold.

  I pumped him in time to the rhythm between my legs.

  “Come, Ana. Come for me.”

  As if on command, my body clenched down, ecstasy clouding my mind. My pussy contracted in hard ripples, leaving me lost in pleasure.

  When I finally came down, I realized my fingers still held Adrian’s cock and his breathing was erratic.

  “I’m so going to paddle your ass for this.”

  “You do realize that completely goes against what you said earlier about hurting me.”

  “There is a difference. When I paddle you, it ends with you coming all over my cock.”

  “I can’t argue with that.”

  Adrian

  * * *

  Ana and I arrived in the main house a little before nine in the evening. I’d avoided the formal dinner on purpose, knowing Trevolo would try to use it as a way to separate me from Ana. His house rules said slaves dined with other slaves. I wasn’t going to have anyone else thinking they could touch her. No matter how well she’d defended herself, her current condition would leave her completely helpless.

  “Stop worrying.”

  “Ana, don’t defy me. Remember, you’re my slave. Don’t let anyone think you feel more for me than as your master.”

  “What makes you think I feel anything at all?”

  I glared at her. “Because I know you better than any other person on this earth.”

  “Whatever.”

  “Just for the record, I feel the same way about you.”

  She stared at me with surprise.

  Before she could respond, I pulled her into the hallway leading to the lounge.

  The closer we got to the room, the sounds of music and sex grew louder. The second we crossed the threshold, Ana froze. Half of the room was engaged in some form of sexual activity. Women between the legs of some of the guests, sucking their cocks, while others were being fucked in every position imaginable.

  It was hedonism at its finest.

  Sebastian sat at the bar, seemingly unfazed by the activities going on around him. He caught my stare and smirked, then turned to say something to the bartender.

  Ana wrapped her arm around mine. “What the fuck is that?”

  “Trevolo is sharing his harem of slaves for the night as a thank-you for attending the auctions.”

  “Did you ever participate in this?”

  I remained quiet, knowing she may lose her shit if I told her the truth. A truth I was positive she’d already figured out.

  “I take that as yes.” Then she said in her father’s native language of Gujarati, “He was all pissed off about me sleeping with another man for my assignment and he’s probably fucked most of Trevolo’s harem. Men and their fucking double standards.”

  It took all my effort to keep a straight face. Her outrage was comical.

  My sister, Penny, was trilingual, speaking Greek, English, and her mother’s tongue of Gujarati. I’d thought it unfair she could talk about me behind my back, so I took lessons. Now I was really happy I had.

  “No man wants his woman sleeping with another man. Even if the woman doesn’t believe she still belongs to him.”

  “As I sai
d, double standard.” She paused and tilted her head, realizing I’d spoken to her in Gujarati. “Shit, I forgot you learned because you thought Penny, Henna, and I were talking about you when we were kids.”

  “Are you laughing at me? I was ten—who knew what you girls were saying.”

  “The only person we talked about was your crazy mom.”

  “I didn’t need to learn a new language to figure that one out.”

  I felt the question she wanted to ask but didn’t. How was I handling my mother and her drama? She probably didn’t know that I had cut all ties with her and I had people monitoring all her communications so she kept her antics at a minimum.

  “Sir. Master Trevolo asks you to join the group in the lounge.” An attendant approached us and gestured for us to take the steps into the main area.

  We walked past a man who groaned out his climax as he held a woman’s head down on his cock.

  I scanned the room and found Silas Finn in a corner with his favorite harem girl, Victoria. She was his preferred slave for every visit, and from the way she was kissing him while she rode him, I’d say the feeling was mutual.

  Then I spotted Trevolo half-naked with a blonde bent over a back table as he fucked her. She was still dressed for the most part. There was a group of men near them jacking themselves off.

  I guided Ana toward Sebastian, but her focus was on Trevolo. “She’s his main mistress. He fucks all the women in the harem, but she is the one he prefers.”

  “But what about Ele?”

  “She isn’t someone Trevolo will share with anyone. Well, only as a last resort.”

  “We take Ele with us,” Ana said, switching back to Gujarati.

  “That’s the plan,” I responded and then went back to English when we neared Sebastian. “Not interested in partaking in the fun?”

  Sebastian lifted a brow. “I’ve bought a night with the prize. I have no need for anything else.”

  “I couldn’t agree more. Who needs anything but the bride?” Trevolo came toward us.

  He was zipping up his pants, and a server brought him a bowl to wash his hands and a towel. I glanced over his shoulder to see his mistress climb onto the cock of one of the men who’d watched her, while she took another in her mouth, and a third pressed into her ass.