Diablo Blanco Club: Rite of First Claim

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with Lyssa in his control, it all made sense to him.
    Both Lawrence women were stubborn, determined to follow a path only they could see. A child represented an elemental connection that neither woman would blithely walk away from. Bryce had recognized it years ago, and Mike could see the logic in his brother’s machinations. He disposed of the condom and dampened a cloth to clean himself. Rinsing it, he moved into the bedroom to attend to Lyssa.
    There were still a few more lessons he had to teach her before he released her cuffs. In the morning, he’d make sure she understood what he expected of her. Running away was over. Halseys kept what they caught. And Lyssa was definitely caught.

Chapter Four
     
    It was more the mellow peace cocooning her than any sense of time slipping away that pulled Lyssa from sleep. The temptation to curl closer to the man beside her set alarms off in her head. The reflection across the room of herself, head pillowed by Mike’s chest, her arm wrapped over him as if she couldn’t bear to let him go, brought Lyssa fully awake. It all felt too good to be true. Her body and heart grumbled, urging her to return to sleep, but her head began to spin with the impossible scenarios of what would happen if she gave in to her feelings for Mike.
    Reliance on feelings had created an untenable—and eventually deadly—situation for her mother, and Lyssa had spent over half her life avoiding the same trap. The moment they met, she’d known instantly the type of man Mike was—determined. She hadn’t been wrong.
    Somehow in the twelve years since they’d met, Mike had convinced himself that he was in love with her. But that wasn’t possible. Not for her. The same stubborn determination that had helped the youngest Halsey break free of the family business and forge a career in photojournalism had also worked to keep the damned man from seeing the reality Lyssa had known her entire life: she wasn’t worth loving.
    He only thought he was in love with her. The age-old inclination of all alpha males to chase what ran away from them was at play. Lyssa had made the mistake of running the first time Mike had shown an interest. Which meant until he caught her, nothing she said would make him see reason.
    He carried the same bone-deep sense of honor and responsibility as his older brother. And that sense of responsibility would only become a prison for both of them if she didn’t get Mike to realize what he felt for her wouldn’t last. Lyssa cursed the day he’d set his sights on her. Not because she wasn’t interested in him, but because she ultimately knew she couldn’t have Mike. Letting him indulge the mistaken affections he carried would only bind him to a woman his honor wouldn’t allow him to walk away from.
    For her own good, she had to make him see what her father had made abundantly clear during her childhood and what her experiences with other men had merely reinforced—love and Lyssa were a rotten combination.
    She didn’t doubt Mike would finally see that the chase had fueled his affections, his love.
    “Mike?” Lyssa whispered, her lips near his ear. He remained still, unmoving. The heavy weight of his arm lay across her waist, binding her to him. She shook off the reluctance that weighted her heart. The consequences should she stay frightened her more than the anger she’d have to face when he found her gone. Only a fool trusted sexually based emotions.
    Inch by slow inch, she eased from his hold and scooted to the edge of the bed. As quietly as possible, she unfastened the buckles on the leather cuffs on her wrists and ankles. Once free, she left them on the nightstand beside Mike’s cell phone and the single remaining condom. Even as she searched the room for clothing, Lyssa refused to think about the five prophylactics she’d doctored and Mike had used.
    Working quickly, Lyssa tugged on the trousers, shirt, and formal jacket Mike had discarded. She never let her gaze leave his

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