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  His Sweet Torment

  A Bad Boy Billionaire Romance

  By Michelle Love

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  Three days before newly graduated F.B.I. Agent Padme Kaur is due to start her new assignment – protecting an Italian dignitary – she attends the restaurant opening of a good friend – and finds him. He’s gorgeous, mysterious – and judging by his appalling American accent – hiding who he really is.

  But Padme has never met such a sensual, incredible man and throws all caution to the wind. For the next three days, her enigmatic lover introduces her to a world of erotic pleasure Padme has never dreamed of before. Saying goodbye to him on Sunday night, Padme feels bereft, knowing she will never forget him.

  So, when she walks into her Seattle Field office Monday morning, the last person she is expecting to see is her lover - and not only that, but he is her first assignment – and he couldn’t be more high-profile.

  Billionaire industrialist Enver Toscano is in trouble. Big trouble. His business partner has just been murdered and now Enver has been dragged into the aftermath of his shady deals, with a death threat hanging over him. His only way out is to testify in court against the men threatening him and now the F.B.I. are tasked with protecting him – and Padme and her partner Dale are chosen to guard him.

  Part One

  Harpa Malhotra shrieked with joy as she threw her arms around Padme. “You came! Here I thought you’d be too locked into your first assignment to show up.”

  Padme Kaur hugged her friend. “Miss your restaurant opening? Never, baby, never.”

  Harpa grinned at her. “You are a good friend…let’s get really drunk and check out all the handsome boys I hired as wait staff.”

  Padme laughed. “What will Mikah say?” Mikah Ray was Harpa’s long-time boyfriend, a sweet, serene African-American whom Padme adored. Harpa grinned.

  “Oh, I hired some pretty girls too, I’m not stupid.”

  She dragged Padme into the main room of Harpa’s new Seattle-based restaurant, Bedi. Bedi had been Harpa’s pseudonym when she had switched from fashion styling to her passion, cooking, a few years ago, and now she had become one of the most sought-after chefs in the world. Padme had met Harpa soon after she had gone through a traumatic time with her lovely older sister, Cosima. Cosima had been shot and nearly killed by her own F.B.I. Agent protector, Jack Hampton and it had been that almost-murder that had inspired Padme to go into training at Quantico. Padme, at twenty-eight, knew all about betrayal. Her birth mother had given her up, and she had spent years in the family services system, alone and vulnerable. When she was thirteen, a carer, a kind-faced man called Robert, had assaulted her then threatened her if she told anyone. Padme never forgot the feeling of having her trust wrenched away from her. She had worked three jobs to pay for college and had been headhunted by a man called Henry Jones to enter the program at Quantico. Padme had been top of her class, and now, she was three days away from her first assignment. She was nervous, but excited about the job, but now, on this Friday night, she wanted to kick-back and relax.

  Harpa returned with some drinks, a violently bright cocktail which looked lethal. Padme chuckled at the mischievous expression on Harpa’s face. The cocktail was potent, but delicious, and Padme felt any tension slide away.

  She spotted Cosima and went to say hi to her. Cosima glowed with health and pregnancy – her fifth, Harpa had told Padme with an astonished shake of her head. Cosima and her husband, the gloriously handsome Arlo Forrester, were as inseparable as ever. Cosima kissed Padme’s cheek.

  “Girl did good, Pad. We’re all so, so proud of you.”

  Padme flushed with pleasure. Cosima was the big sister Padme had always wanted: kind, sweet and generous. She smiled at her now. “Number five, eh?”

  Cosima nodded at Arlo. “The Spermanator.”

  Padme giggled as Arlo rolled his eyes. “How are your other offspring?”

  “Tilly and Fen are in Paris on a school trip – delighted to be away from their nagging parents.”

  “Typical eight-year-olds.”

  “Yep. Mina is at her first sleep-over and loving it, and Bear is at home with the babysitter. They’re exhausting,” Cosima said, with an exaggerated groan, but Padme knew she loved being a mother as much as she loved being an architect. Cosima was a force of nature, managing to fit more in a day than most people in a lifetime. She nodded to Padme.

  “Excited about your first real assignment?”

  Padme nodded. “Nervous excitement. Dale – that’s my partner – and I are to protect an Italian businessman who has pissed off the wrong people. He’s going to testify against the Ingles.”

  Arlo whistled. “Brave dude – they are some nasty, nasty people.”

  “Tell me about it. I’ve seen the photos of some of their victims – and worse, their victim’s wives and children. So, I’m being thrown in the deep end here.”

>   Cosima was frowning now. “It sounds dangerous, Pad. You will be careful, won’t you?”

  Padme smiled at her friend gratefully. “I will.”

  “Did Severin make it tonight?”

  Severin was Padme’s sort-of-adopted-mother if it was possible to be sort of adopted at eighteen. Severin had come into Padme’s life at a time when she needed guidance, a mentor, someone to help steer her away from the life of misery and degradation that had been beckoning. Severin Banks was one of Seattle’s most prominent activists. At age sixty-four, she showed no signs of stopping, her campaigns for equal pay for women, for the LGBT community, for the advancement of her own black community kept her in the headlines. When she had seen the young, lost, half-Indian girl almost destitute, she had taken her under her wing, inspired her to be the change she wanted to see.

  Padme shook her head. “She has a date.”

  Cosima chuckled. “With the same guy as last time?”

  “Nah, that fizzled out. This guy is nice, a lot younger. Severin says it’s a good thing, he’ll have enough stamina to keep up with her.”

  Cosima and Arlo laughed, and they chatted a little longer before Cosima was stolen away by her sister as Harpa made a small speech, thanking everyone for coming.

  Padme refueled her drink and circulated, people-watching, her finely tuned observation skills in play. It was just after midnight when she felt someone staring at her. She glanced up, and her inside went to mush. Across the room, the most gorgeous man was smiling at her. He was tall, casually dressed in t-shirt and jeans, leaning back against the wall. His dark hair was shaggy and wild about his head, his smile sensual and confident.

  Padme felt that smile everywhere. She sipped her drink, unable to tear her gaze away from him. He pushed himself away from the wall and walked slowly to her. Padme’s heart began to pound.

  “Hey,” he said softly and took her hand. She let herself be led out of the main room into the corridor at the back of the restaurant. His hand felt so good, the fingers warm and dry, and she couldn’t help imagining them on her breasts, her belly, stroking her clit…

  What the actual hell? She blinked back into reality and stopped. “Wait.”

  He turned to her, his hands on her waist now. “For what?” He said, his voice was low and sexy, American – or at least trying to sound American.

  And she didn’t have an answer for him. He bent his head, and as his lips touched hers, all reason fled and she kissed him back with as much passion as he did her. His hands tangled in her long dark hair, bunching it up in his fist as he pushed her against the wall.

  Padme gasped as his hands slid under her dress and pushed it up, his fingers stroking her through her panties. God, yes…the mere force of him, his machismo, his hard body…

  She cupped his cock through his jeans, stroking the hot, massive length of it. He smiled at her and then the frenzy began, him tugging her panties down, her freeing his rampant cock from his pants.

  And then…oh… he was inside her, thrusting hard, filling her. Padme moaned at the feel of him plunging deep into her, clinging to him as he supported her. They fucked hard, not caring if they were caught, completely focused on the other. He was so beautiful she could barely stand to look at him, his green eyes fixed on hers, their connection one of pure desire.

  Padme came, muffling her cries in his neck as she felt him come, pumping thick creamy cum deep into her belly. God…was this stupid and reckless? Probably but she didn’t care at this moment.

  They caught their breaths, panting hard gazing at the other. “That was incredible,” she whispered, and he gave a low, sexy chuckle.

  “Yes, it was…but, I have a feeling the best is yet to come. Come back to my hotel with me.”

  And Padme couldn’t think of one reason to say no.

  She hugged Harpa goodbye, trying not to think of the sexy man waiting for her outside in a cab. He was leaning against it, grinning at her as she came to meet him. God, this was…. there wasn’t a word for it. Insane? She didn’t even know his name, and yet it seemed right to go with him.

  He kissed her all the way to his hotel, not caring what the cab driver thought, nor the people in the elevator on the way up to his room. Padme was completely under his spell, and when they finally reached his room, he began to pull her dress off, apparently eager to get her naked as soon as possible.

  His hands on her skin made Padme’s heart race, his tongue caressing hers before he freed her breasts from her bra and then his mouth was on each of her nipples, in turn, sucking and teasing until they were so sensitive she could have screamed. Instead, she tugged his t-shirt over his head, and as her hands worked the zipper of his jeans, she explored his chest with her mouth, trailing her lips across his hard pecs, biting down gently on his nipples. His cock was hot and huge in her hands, diamond-hard and quivering as she stroked it.

  Her lover gave a growl of pure desire and carried her to the bed, pushing her knees to her chest and slamming his cock into her. He pinned her hands above her head, his gloriously handsome face intense on hers as they fucked, his mouth almost savage as he kissed her.

  Padme gasped and moaned through two orgasms, and when he finally released her hands, she cupped his face with her palms, watching as his orgasm hit, and his face became softer with the release. He gave a long groan, his cock pumping thick streams of cum deep inside her.

  He kissed her as he withdrew, but Padme wanted more. She moved down his body and took his still-half-erect cock into her mouth, the silky skin salty with his cum. She traced the vein up the side, feeling his cock engorge with blood again, his hands gently stroking her hair. She brought him to the brink of another orgasm before he pulled her on top of him, and she rode him hard, slamming her hips against his, his hands cupping her breasts.

  They fucked twice more before collapsing on the bed exhausted, panting for air. After a moment, they looked at each other and began to laugh.

  “Well,” he said, softly, “Hello.”

  Padme grinned at him. “Hello…and lose that American accent, would you? So far, it’s the only fake thing about you.”

  He chuckled. “Fair point.” He rolled onto his side and kissed her. “Well, then, hello. I’m Danilo.”

  Okay, so he was still lying, but maybe that was okay. “Penny,” she said, giving him a look that said ‘two can play that game, buddy.’

  Danilo smiled. “I didn’t expect to go to a party and meet the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.”

  Her mouth hitched up on one side. “That’s such a line.”

  “No, it’s true, but I can see your point. You don’t have to trust me.”

  Padme studied him. His face was both beautiful and rugged, a strange combination – she could imagine, when angry, he could look hard and dangerous. But now, she saw no threat in his looks – especially when he was looking at her like he wanted to fuck her senseless…again.

  “What’s your real name?” She said, risking it but his face grew pensive then.

  “I cannot tell you, Principessa. It would be dangerous.”

  Padme felt a frisson go through her. “For whom?”

  “For both of us.”

  Who was this dude? Was he a player who was trying to project an air of mystery? She studied him, trying to push past the crazy sex fog that came with being laid by a seriously sexy man to see the person underneath. He grinned at her scrutiny. “You like what you see?”

  Padme smothered a grin. He was so cheeky, so obviously fun-loving, that she couldn’t quite reconcile that with his warning of potential danger. “Who are you?”

  He shrugged. “No-one of importance.”

  “Hmm.” She kissed him, enjoying the feel of his lips against hers. He tasted so good. As she reluctantly pulled away, she fixed him with a mock-serious look. “Now, I believe the proper thing to say at this point is that I don’t normally do this kind of thing. The one-night thing. But I’m glad I did it with you.”

  He ran a hand down her body. “Me too
, cara mia. Believe it or not, I don’t usually act with that much spontaneity – rather, I don’t get the opportunity or have the desire to act that way. It wasn’t a plan, it really was just you. You can believe that or not.”

  Padme decided she did believe him and kissed him. He smiled. “Sweet one…would you spend the weekend with me? I have to work from Monday – or rather, I’m going to be somewhat absent from public life for a while. I would love to spend the next couple of days with you, if you don’t have any prior commitments?”

  Padme hesitated. She had planned on just preparing for her first assignment on Monday, getting some time in at the gym. If she were sensible at all, she would leave now, before it got complicated, before she got too involved with someone who, by his own admission, would be gone by next week. Someone who might be dangerous. No. She would say goodnight now and leave it as a very, very pleasant memory. Be sensible. Don’t risk your career over a handsome man. Good girl, she told herself.

  “I’d love to stay,” her mouth betrayed her.

  Oh goddamn it.

  Frederick Ingles waited while the airport staff brought the ladder to his private jet. He’d never been to Seattle before, and he wasn’t in the mood for sightseeing now. He hated to be dragged away from his Paris home, especially for something as ridiculous as this, but Enver Toscano could bring down his entire world, and Ingles was not about to allow that.

  He got into the waiting limousine to see his private detective waiting for him. “Where is he?”

  “Hotel. With some whore, he picked up. They haven’t left his room all weekend.”

  Frederick’s bodyguard, Wes, spoke up. “Seems ideal for a hit. Kill him, kill the girl – we could even make it look like a murder-suicide. Paint her a crazy-obsessed chick.”

  Frederick rolled his eyes. “Except we don’t know who she is and her family or friends could ruin that plan. Besides, we had to register a flight plan – the F.B.I. know I’m here. How quickly do you think they would come for me if Toscano and some random girl end up dead as soon as I fly in? Think, idiot.”