Intense Pleasure by Lora Leigh

Author:Lora Leigh
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: St. Martin’s Press

Chapter

NINE

Summer knew the moment she stepped into the house that something wasn’t right. It was her home, her personal space in the most intimate sense of the word.

And something, someone, had invaded it.

She could feel the danger in the air, the sense of dark malevolence waiting for her. Her eyes went around the room slowly, finally landing on a shadow that shouldn’t be spreading out next to the doorway leading into the kitchen-dining area across from the living area.

It took every ounce of control to keep her hand out of the pocket of her dress, away from the little .22-caliber mini-pistol she kept there. Just in case, she didn’t want an intruder to know she was armed before she could actually use the weapon.

Within seconds, she knew standing and fighting wasn’t going to be an option as another shadow shifted at the doorway to her side that led into the formal dining room.

She swung around quickly, intending to run for the still-open front door even as she shoved her hand into the pocket, her fingers curling around the tiny gun, her finger sliding against the trigger. Before she could pull it free, the sudden, agonizing burn that latched onto her shoulder blades and dug deep inside her nerve endings taking her to her knees.

By luck, chance, or training—she couldn’t be certain which—her finger tightened on the trigger as she toppled to the floor, the sound of the weapon’s discharge shattering the stillness of the house.

The electrical charge that shot through her had her shaking, gasping for breath as it began overloading her system.

This was fucked up. It shouldn’t be happening. It was the middle of the day for God’s sake on a farm filled with employees and former tough badasses who were still badass, only smarter.

The middle of the day? How the hell had they gotten into her house in the middle of the day without being seen?

Darkness edged at her mind, the sound of voices filled with panic, two male voices, though there were no accents, Russian or otherwise. She had expected Russian accents. After all, their boss was Russian and he didn’t care much for outsiders even on a good day.

Hard male hands gripped her around the waist, lifting her as she fought the sickening crash of her system and the darkness swirling at the edges of her mind.

The voltage was a little high. Higher than she’d been trained to endure and overcome. The body could only endure so much though. She might like to think she was bullet proof and weather resistant, but reality was another matter.

She couldn’t fight it when she felt the world tilt drunkenly and wondered if she’d throw up. They were shaking her around like a mixed drink on a Saturday night and if they weren’t careful, Momma’s breakfast was going to make an appearance none of them wanted.

That darkness was moving closer too.

God, if she passed out, she wouldn’t have a hope in hell of escaping. They’d have her trussed up like a Christmas turkey before she ever woke.

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