“You can’t just claim me like property,” she hissed, her hand covering his, molding it closer when he knew she meant to push it away.

“I can and I will until I know you’re safe.”

“I’m FBI. It’s my job to never be safe.”

He wasn’t going to think beyond this mission and the cartel, or he might go insane. He nipped her ear roughly, making her yelp. “My way, Kara. That’s how this works. And the FBI wouldn’t put you in the danger you’re in now.”

She laughed bitterly. “You don’t know my boss.”

“I’m your boss now.” He shoved his hands under her shirt and pushed her bra down, covering her bare breasts with his hands. “I own you until I say otherwise.”

“Making me moan means you have skills, not authority. And using it against me means you’re an asshole. It means you’re a momentary escape, not the answer I’d hoped you were.”

Blake went completely still, and something dark, something he refused to let take shape, started to burn in his mind. He tugged his hands free of her shirt and gripped the sides of the couch. “If anyone is using sex against the other, it’s you, sweetheart.”

“Me?” She shoved back against him and then laid a hard elbow in his ribs.

Blake grunted and lifted his body enough so that she twisted around, grabbed his shirt, and lifted her knee to his groin without making contact. “You’re lucky I don’t really want to hurt you, Blake.”

He laughed and pulled her leg round his hip, fitting his cock into the V of her body. “That’s more like it. And I was trying to fuck you, sweetheart, not hold you captive, but I guess I should have remembered—you like to strike when my pants are down or headed that way.”

She flinched. “That’s unfair. I thought you were part of the cartel when I drugged you.”

“Life isn’t fair and I don’t know what answer you’re looking for to your problems, but, like it or not, I’m the only one you have.”

“Then be one, Blake. Help me. I can read between the lines. You want me out of the cartel and that’s not happening. Don’t treat me like I really am a helpless secretary. I’m not.”

“I told you I’d get your sister back—and if it’s possible, I will.”

“And I’m supposed to just walk away and trust you to do it?”

“You don’t have a choice.”

“I’m not walking away, Blake.”

“You walk away or I’ll force you to walk away.”

She drew back, shock in her face. “Are you threatening what I think you’re threatening? Because if you are…”