**Part 3**
He threw her onto the table, pinning her down with his icy glance, his face motionless but for a muscle twitching on his jar, giving away the wild feelings underneath that iron self-control. There was something terribly arousing about the hardly concealed anger of this strong and restrained man.. probably the knowledge that this anger was rooted in an unruly desire for her, a desire so strong it would have overwhelmed any lesser man long before…
Looking her straight into the eyes he slowly took his gun out of its holster and placed it on the table next to her face. She couldn’t help following the weapon with her eyes, admiring the utilitarian beauty of the well-kept Beretta M9. Intuitively deciphering that gaze for what it was, he picked the gun up again and – after carefully checking the safety – laid it down on the creamy skin between her gorgeous breasts. It felt wonderfully cold and heavy against the warmth of her skin. Thinking that firearm could kill her in an instant… that he knew perfectly well how to handle it… was incredibly exciting! Looking down at her, naked and spread out on that table before him, his gun rising on her thorax with the rhythm of her heavy breathing, he slowly started to take off his fatigues.