A Wicked Ride
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by Avril Ashton
Category: Erotica/Multicultural-Interracial Erotica/Romance
Description: Sasha Forde has hung up her thieving stillettos, but a visit from a mobster sends her back to her old life. In order to save her family--and herself--from jail, she must steal evidence hidden in a lawyer's office. She sets out to do what she considers a simple B and E, but someone else has arrived first. And he holds her life in his tattooed hands. Not for long. Niko Davaris is all about revenge on the man who tried to kill him. The evidence he stole is the first step in that direction. He's not thrilled to wake up with a gun to his head. The woman on the other end is cocky, smug and too damn hot for her own good. He wants her, she wants the evidence. When she takes it and disappears, he gives chase. Battle lines are blurred as they give in to temptation, but on a ride like this, someone has to come out on top. Who will it be?
eBook Publisher: eXtasy eBooks/eXtasybooks, 2011 2011
eBookwise Release Date: March 2011
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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [319 KB]
Reading time: 204-285 min.
Niko Davaris bolted upright in the heavy darkness of his hotel room. His naked body dripped with sweat and his chest heaved as he gulped air into his lungs. Remnants of his all-too-familiar dream stayed with him. Visions of blue-tipped flames danced in front of his wide eyes. The smell of gasoline still stung his nostrils after all this time, and the sound of car metal crashing over jagged rocks echoed in his head.
A nightmare I can't seem to get away from. His throat felt parched. He flung off the sheets draped around his waist and dug his fingers into the firm mattress in an attempt to stop his body's tremors.
The unmistakable sound of a gun cock.
Fuck! Niko froze with his right leg hanging off the side of the bed. How did Vicente find me
The sound came from the foot of the bed, but the room remained pitch black--he couldn't see a thing. Stiff fingers crept under the pillow for the SIG P90 he kept there.
"Tsk, tsk. Bad boy." The throaty female voice halted his movements. It skitted over his skin and left goose bumps in its wake.
What the hell
The overhead light flicked on. He blinked at the brightness, then took in his uninvited guest sprawled in the black leather armchair at the foot of the bed. She looked at him through lowered eyelids, head tilted back. The left side of her head was shaved close to the scalp, but the right side appeared untouched. Bangs, kissed with light pink, obscured her right eye. Dark waves brushed a shoulder the shade of creamy sepia. A nickel plated Glock pointed at his head.
"Who the fuck are you?" He couldn't believe this person got the drop on him.
Her bow lips curved into a smile and she dragged her gaze down his body.
A muscle began a slow tick in his jaw.
"Nice view." She licked her lips.
His cock pulsed. Niko fought the urge to cover the wayward organ. She had the gun, so no sudden movements. "Who are you?" he demanded again. Fuck, he hated repeating himself.
She stood, gun still trained on him. She was barely five-foot-five and built. Make that stacked.
Huge breasts spilled out of a pink bustier. An image of his face buried between them flashed in his mind and made his groin tighten. Her smooth stomach was exposed and the tiniest waist, about the span of his hands, flared out to wide hips. Black leggings were tucked into black knee boots complete with silver buckles and almost four inch heels.
Her gaze zeroed in on his cock. "You have something I need, Niko."
Fuck if he didn't get harder at her statement. Then it registered, she knew his name. It could mean only one thing--after hiding for three years, his past had finally caught up with him.
Niko cleared his throat. He needed to distract her to get his gun. Regret churned in his gut at the prospect of hurting a woman, but he couldn't think about that. It was clearly him or her.
"It seems you have me at a disadvantage," he growled.
"I know, right? Hardly seems fair." Her husky laugh sent sweat trickling down his spine.
What was it about this woman that made his long-neglected body react? He studied her heart-shaped face with its pert nose and full lips. Enjoyment sparkled in the depths of her almond eyes.
"Who sent you?" Niko's voice hardened as he grew tired of all the questions and no answers.
His visitor raised a perfectly arched brow. "Oh, honey. Do I look like I take orders?"
"What do you want then?"
All trace of softness vanished from her face. Her eyes became glacial. If Niko didn't know before, now he did. This wasn't someone to be messed with. Unfortunately for her, neither was he.
"The flash drive."
Not the answer he expected. He shook his head. "Sorry, no clue what you're talking about." That flash drive was his leverage against the man who tried to kill him, but put him in a coma instead. Niko waited three years for his shot at Vicente, there was no way he'd let the woman in front of him take it away.
The stranger nodded once as if she'd come to some kind of decision and walked backward to the chair with the burner still trained on him. "Shall I tell you a story, Niko?"
She continued on without waiting for his reply. "I believe I shall." She sat. "So there I am, crawling through the godforsaken air ducts of Harper Royce's office, when three men enter the room dressed in black."
Mother. Fuck. She knew.
"Shall I go on, Niko?" She pursed her lips and waited for his reply.
Mute, he shook his head.
"I thought not. Now, why don't we start over? And you can forget about the SIG, it's mine now." Gaze and gun on him, she reached down with her free hand. Sure enough, when she held her hand up, there was the SIG.
Damn, she's good