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his eyes sparkling with amusement, with something resembling pride.
    The sun beat down on her uncovered head, her helmet lost during the chase. Sweat beaded on her face, ran in rivulets down her spine, between her ass cheeks. He showed no signs of being affected by the heat.
    He was bigger, stronger, an unidentified species. She’d never outlast him and was punishing herself for no reason. “All you want is for me to say your name?”
    The male’s eyes flashed with triumph. “That’s all I want. At this moment.”
    He was her target. Saying his name wouldn’t alter that fact.
    Kralj would tell her otherwise, stating that the rules were made for a reason. If she wanted to be the best, to be the sole Retriever allowed within the Refuge’s walls, she had to adhere to them.
    Her mentor wasn’t here. But he’d know she’d broken the rules. He always did. Her choice was disappoint her mentor and risk expulsion or remain her target’s captive. She could find targets outside the Refuge. She couldn’t retrieve anyone if she was a prisoner.
    Imee inhaled, counted to five, exhaled. “Mayhem.”
    “Say it louder.”
    She should have known it wouldn’t be that easy. “Mayhem. There. I said it.” She yanked on her arms. “Now, honor your word and let me go.”
    “I’ll let you go.” He released her. “For now.”
    “For forever.” She drew her guns.
    Mayhem covered her hands with his and pushed the muzzles away from his chest.  Imee was powerless to stop him. The body she’d previously thought strong was no match for his. 
    “You remain my target,” she insisted. “Nothing has changed.”
    “Everything has changed.” He pulled her to him, flattening her curves against his muscle. She twisted, kicked, bucked against him.
    He turned with her. Her back smacked against stone. She gasped.
    The bastard kissed her again, exploiting her weakness, filling her mouth with his tongue, plunging, ravishing, taking. Imee wiggled. He knocked her hands against the rock, forcing her to drop her guns, leaving her defenseless.
    She moaned as he leaned against her, trapping her between his body armor-clad form and the boulder. His weight pushed the air from her lungs, the rebellion from her soul. They fit as though made for each other. Bubbles popped on her lips, chin, neck. His taste filled her mouth.
    Imee sagged against him, capitulating, losing the fight against desire. She couldn’t think when he touched her like this, all over, his fingers skimming along her legs. Her brain contained only lust, yearning.
    The male, her target, Mayhem drew one of her knees upward, opening her more to him. She grasped his shoulders and ground shamelessly against the bulge in his armor. He mouthed over her neck, his breath hot on her skin, his lips bruisingly firm. The pain thrilled her.
    They dry humped like two wild things against the rock, their embrace ferocious; frustration, anger, and something more swirling together in a vortex of intensity. He pulled her breast covering lower, exposing more skin. She panted, the passion inside her stretching, stretching, stretching.
    He nipped the swell of her right breast and she snapped.
    “Yes.” Imee arched her back, rubbing her breasts against him, as release surged through her. The blazing sun above them dimmed and brightened, dimmed and brightened, sound rushing over her.
    He licked her skin, soothing his bite mark, taking away the pain.
    “Bubbles,” she mumbled, trembling in his arms.
    “Nanocybotics,” he corrected. “Now, everyone will know you’re mine. When we are apart, they’ll smell me on you and realize whom you belong to. They won’t touch you.” His expression was smug.
    Imee was tempted to slap his handsome face. She didn’t know anything about nanocybotics. Her skill set was retrieving, not biology. But she did know she belonged to no male.
    “I’m not yours.” She pushed on his chest.
    “You know how to free yourself.” The male didn’t move.
    He’d force her