The rest of the camp, having no idea of the game being played, had already begun to regard her as slightly crazy when she spoke of their relationship, and it amused Adrian to see the frustration burning in her eyes when he wouldn't back up her claims.
Tonya had been hiding ambitions of running this camp and having real authority. The power she had longed for with Joe was nothing compared to a position as Adrian's mate. In this war-torn land she would be a queen, not just a dumb chippy who had been selling her body to get where she wanted to be. And he knew the way her mind worked. She was sure that all she had to do was get him in bed. Every man who had ever slept with her had probably become her puppet, from teachers to bosses. He was to be her crowning…
Scratch…scratch…
Adrian grinned, setting the notebook aside. Revenge was best served cold and he'd waited for that reason. He could have had her the same day as Joe's murder if he wanted, she was that callous.
"Come in."
Tonya moved inside carefully, bright green eyes reading him, his mood. When he smiled, and leaned over to blow out the candle, she started pushing off her boots.
Barely lit by the shadows of the center fire, she didn't see his smile merge into a greedy leer of lust and hatred. He was just as callous. She was about to learn that.
Tonya was in ecstasy already. Half an hour from now, she would be Adrian's legal mate! She went to him eagerly in the darkness, determined to make sure he enjoyed himself. When he met her, hands jerking her close, she melted against him.
"Ooh... I've wanted ya so badly,"Tonya moaned pressing closer to his hard, male body in the dark tent as the cold Utah wind beat against the camouflage vinyl.
Her light Southern accent was fake but sexy, and Adrian's body throbbed with need.
Tonya groaned in delight as his mouth slanted over hers, his hands roughly roaming her soft body, finding she wore no panties to slow him down. He grabbed a handful of thick red curls and ground his hardness against her belly, thinking her pale skin and green eyes, combined with that Irish hair, easily made her the sexiest woman here.
Adrian pushed the camp whore down by her shoulder, pulling at her dress, and as she slid to her knees, her fingers went obediently to the buckle of his jeans. Her hands were like silk, and when her hot mouth closed over him, he arched forward, the sucking sensation incredible.