Brandy Lockmeyer feels like a failure.
Unable to bring down The Eye, an international crime syndicate, she’s left hanging when the FBI task force she commands is disbanded.
Her professional life is in shambles, and she long ago gave up on a personal life.
Being kidnapped and sold to The Eye would have destroyed anyone else, but it only makes Brandy more determined to destroy them.
At Redemption Center, a training compound for loyal soldiers of The Eye, she’s given to Bull, an enforcer who has earned the privilege of owning her. The enigmatic Daddy Dom names her ‘Firebrand” and puts her to work serving him.
When Lukas “Bull” Xuereb is called up to The Eye’s secret headquarters, Brandy seizes the opportunity to bring down The Eye from the inside. The twisted web of lies gets even more tangled when she falls for Lukas—and finds out that he doesn’t intend to leave there alive. With her life, her work, and a love she never saw coming on the line, she must try to save them both.
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His legs were so long that one step put him close enough to reach out and snatch her up. It definitely explained his six-minute mile pace.
Before she could process his intent, she found herself face-down over his knee. Though she struggled, he easily pinned her legs beneath one of his tree trunks. His hand pushed down between her shoulder blades, the large paw spanning most of her back.
“Let me go,” she demanded. She’d been around the BDSM community enough to know the rules, and they had not negotiated anything. “I did not give you permission to hit me.”
A wallop landed on her ass, the jarring impact echoing through the barren apartment and leaving a sting on her backside.
Brandy screeched and bucked in protest, but he had a firm hold on her, so she achieved nothing.
“I don’t need your permission,” He smacked her ass twice more. “You are my slave. I can do whatever I want, and nobody will care.”
Bull jerked the shower curtain over his lower half, and confusion gouged wrinkles into his forehead. “Firebrand, what are you doing in here?”
Before she lost her nerve, she rose to her tiptoes and placed her hands on either side of his head. Because he was crouched to keep the shower curtain in place, he was low enough for her lips to reach his.
Brandy didn’t bother with a tentative foray for their first kiss. She swept her tongue along his lower lip. He froze, and she massaged her lips against his full, firm ones. A heartbeat passed. Then another. Twinges of electricity raced through her body and curled her toes.
With a groan, he came to life, returning the kiss in a way that meant he took it over. His arms wrapped around her, pressing her to his wet chest as he claimed possession of her mouth. That twinge became a surge, and her senses short-circuited. The whole purpose of her intrusion was forgotten as he swept her away on a tide of unexpected passion.
Then he ripped his mouth away and shoved her back so abruptly she stumbled against the sink. He faced her, chest heaving and anger masking any sign the kiss had affected him the same way it had affected her. “What the fuck are you doing?”