Free Better with You: Outback Skies, Book 4 by Lexxie Couper

lips over the strong column of his throat. The change in position caused his cock to move inside her, and he groaned.
    “It saved our two countries embarking on a political war Australia never would have won,” she whispered before biting the side of his neck. “You never liked the ambassador in Russia anyway.” She trailed a line of kisses up to his ear. Caught his earlobe. Bit it.
    He groaned again. Inside her, his erection pulsed.
    “You knew he was a corrupt prick,” she went on, shifting as much as the cable tie binding her wrist to the exercise machine would allow to rub their upper bodies together. “And an unfaithful one.”
    His hand on her breast grew still for a moment before sliding up to cup her chin. He looked into her eyes, the emotion burning in his own ambiguous. “No wife or daughter deserves to learn their husband and father died while fucking a goat, Dani.”
    Dani licked her lips, her pulse pounding.
    “But that’s how you had him die,” Charlie murmured, his fingers loosening. Somewhat. In her sex, his cock throbbed.
    “It’s what the director ordered,” she whispered back. “Sick, but orders are orders. The global humiliation of an Australian dignitary had soothed the Russian president’s wounded ego and the status quo had been restored.”
    His nostrils flared. His other hand, the one not circling her throat, skimmed over her hip and along the length of her thigh. When he pulled her harder into his penetration, driving his erection farther into her body, she couldn’t help but moan in delight. And fear.
    He was angry. And very much in control.
    She’d thought she would have been able to take it from him by now. She’d thought once he was inside her, she would have the upper hand.
    She’d been wrong.
    Gloriously, wickedly wrong.
    That too was scary. And as arousing as hell.
    Damn it.
    “So, sweet cheeks—” he moved his hand up her throat to traced a line over her lips as he slid in and out, in and out of her sex, “—what orders did you finally decide were too depraved for you to follow? What’s worse than orchestrating a man to die during forced bestiality?”
    Dani parted her lips and flicked her tongue over his finger.
    His nostrils flared at the soft contact. He dipped his finger a little into her mouth.
    Heart racing, pussy contracting around his length with increasing pulses, she moved her head and closed her lips around his finger.
    Sucked it. Nipped the pad of its tip and then sucked it again.
    Charlie’s cock jerked inside her. His stomach hitched against hers.
    “Well?” he groaned, the single-word demand rough and shaky.
    Holding his gaze, she slowly released his finger with a sucking pop and then squeezed his length with her inner muscles again. “The director ordered me to kill the prime minister’s gay sister while she was on holiday in Bali,” she whispered.
    Charlie’s eyes widened. He grew still. Very still.
    Dangerously still.
    Buried inside her, motionless.
    “And to make it look like she’d been assassinated by the BIN,” she finished.
    He didn’t move. “The director wanted you to kill the prime minister’s sister and make it appear as if the Baden Intelijen Negara were responsible?”
    Dani nodded.
    “He wants to start a covert political war between Australia and Indonesia. He wants to destroy the fragile relationship the two countries have.”
    She nodded again.
    “By pinning a hate crime against an important Australian citizen on the Indonesian intelligence agency.”
    Dani swallowed. Her mouth was dry. “Yes.”
    “And you said no.”
    “I did.”
    “And came to me.”
    “Yes.”
    That preternatural calmness still held him. His cock, still thick and hard, pulsed in her sex.
    “Why?”
    “Because the director is more corrupt than the Australian ambassador in Russia could have ever hoped to be, and the second I said no, I was dead.”
    Charlie’s fingers slid from her lips back to her throat. Circled it.
    His grip on her thigh grew