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Authors: LS Silverii
Shadow Ops: Danger's Passion (Kindle Worlds Novella) (A Shadow Ops Novella Book 3) (10 page)
LS Silverii is a highly decorated law enforcement officer from Cajun country with over 25 years of heart-racing experience.
Danger’s Passion is the third and final in a trilogy written for CJ Lyons’ Shadow Ops Kindle Worlds. The romantic suspense series takes you behind the badge and across country to experience the raw rush and romance of true alpha heroes.
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His chamber was dark. The murmur of death metal music rumbled low in the background. Justice liked his room cold—cold enough to hang meat. He heard her struggling. The sound of flesh tapping against the icy, bare wall told him she’d been secured. A light was dialed to cast a glow over her stretched frame. Justice watched her struggle to tiptoe over the sawhorse that sat split between her thighs. She fought to keep the strain off of her wrists hung from suspended cuffs. They twisted against the stainless steel chain links.
“What are you going to do with me?”
Justice ignored her question. He remained in the shadows and watched—pulse quickened. His thumb and middle finger sandpapered each other. It was a tick or a habit or an involuntary technique he’d developed to keep his mind in the present. He had the habit of drifting back into combat or other traumatic events that provoked a violent reaction inside his body and mind. A simple act like rubbing his fingers together stopped the psychological drift.
“Answer me, damn it. I came here for you. This is how you treat your treats?” She curled her ass forward as her exposed pussy touched the sawhorse.
Anger streaked through him—who the fuck was she to order him. Justice was highly trained, but also highly volatile. One step closer to the breach of shadows and his breath turned to smoke as it mixed with the cold air and yellowish track of light.
“You motherfucker, say something,” she taunted.
Her naked body dangled from the shackles, but she’d seemed to grow accustomed to the bite of the metal rings into her wrists. Small breast looked even more so with both arms forced above her head. Solid erect nipples prominently rose from her chest. Matching stainless steel bars with balls on each end set in each pierced nipple. The cold temperature made them super firm, Justice thought he saw humidity collected across the bars.
Flawless skin without a single tattoo began to shimmer with a slight coat of moisture. Justice grinned at the chill bumps that covered her body and knew it’d be extra sensitive to the touch of his hand or his belt. Which, depended on her responses.
Always on high alert, the last few days had his suspicions on hyper-drive. Fucking with the Las Vegas chapter and the rip off of a quarter million bucks had him on a razor’s edge. And now, during the Savage Nation’s sacred night of church, this bitch tries sneaking in. The faraway look in his eyes distorted his heart-shaped face—usually composed, stress affected him.
“Say something or let me go. I’m tired of your fucking game of hide and seek.”
Justice inhaled until his massive lungs filled with cold, moist air. Scared knuckles across his wide right fist blanched white. His fingers gripped the heavy metal and copper belt buckle and jerked until the thick leather belt zipped out from around his waist.
She seemed to have heard the sound—her eyes squinted across the soft glow to scan the darkness.
The belt hummed as it ripped through the air with a mighty draw to the rear. It snapped with the crack of a bullwhip as he twisted his hips to change its direction. The thrumming sound of leather slicing through air grew louder as the thick slab of cowhide raced from the shadows and picked up speed in the light.
She cried out as it ripped open skin between the left hip and rib cage. Water flung from beneath the belt’s tip. Her torso cringed and she lifted her left leg up close to her chest. The response to pain was temporary as her strength to hold the leg up faded fast. Blood seeped through the tear, but pooled quickly before reaching her thigh.
Justice exhaled while he leaned forward with the swing’s follow through. Righting himself, he listened—there was no cry. He returned to the shadow and watched.
“That all you got, big bad boy?”
“Why are you here?”
“Oh, he speaks.”
Justice slashed the leather belt back once again and raked a wide red streak across her ass. This time she winched. His erection sprung at that sound.
Mouth dry from the anticipation of striking her again, he swallowed hard. “I’ll ask you again. Why are you here?” The belt lynched by his side.
“I’m selling girl scout cookies. Wanna buy some?”
“Usually this would be fun. Nothing beats a visit from a good house mouse, but I’m in no mood for bullshit. Last time I’ll ask.” A rapid heartbeat signaled his sexual desires raged against his intuition that she was sent as a set up.
Like a lightening crack across a turbulent dusk sky, his belt strapped her back across the spine. The strike against a less meaty portion of her body caused a much more immediate response from this devilish newcomer. Her back arched, and her nipples hardened. He whipped her again with equal force—her chin fell to her chest. Cut short, jet-black trusses tousled forward.
“Baby, tell daddy why you hear,” Justice changed his tone to soothe her.
Her head lifted—she smiled.
“I got nothing. No body left in my life, but I want to be part of a family who gives a fuck about each other. Everybody knows the Savages are family,” her voice lost the adversarial edge. She sounded almost sweet.
Justice’s legs loosened as he looped the belt around his waist. The tip was still hot from impact, but it was no longer needed. He knew the tactic for breaking a person—she responded quicker than some, but she did respond.
Savoring the sweet moment of creating that separation between what a human wants to do, and actually does do is intoxicating. The skill required the understanding of two things—knowing how to keep your target alive long enough to gain their compliance and knowing that it wasn’t the fear of pain that broke someone—it was the hope of the pain stopping.
“You want me to be your daddy, little girl?”
