Bad Men

by Stone, Piper

  “Yes. The first order of business is to make certain our package understands that she’s required to obey, and I’m finished with talking,” the blond stated.

  “Both of you are horrible,” I exclaimed. Everything they said I attempted to memorize, no matter the condition of my mind or my… Dear God. As the realization that my pussy was leaking, likely soaking through my panties and onto the jerk’s dark pants, I was floored at first. Disgusted next. There was no way I could be turned on by the vicious criminal, a man who should be behind bars.

  When the scent of my feminine wiles floated between us, I fisted my hands, biting back a scream. This was ridiculous. I was just exhausted and scared to death, an emotional wreck from being held hostage.

  “Very wet,” he whispered. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you thrived on pain.” He rubbed his fingers up and down the lace, digging the material into my pussy. When I moaned, he used his fingers to smack me in the same location, creating a ripple of sensations dancing down my body.

  “As I said, fuck you,” I hissed, trying to keep from moaning.

  “That’s going to cost you.”

  The blond slipped his fingers past the material and between my swollen folds. Stunning sensations wrapped themselves around me, pulling me into a sweet vacuum. I could feel my body opening up, even enjoying what he was doing. As he drove them inside several times, I could hear the Spaniard’s heavy breathing. Everything was blurry, crazy. How could I enjoy this?

  “I think it’s time for you to apologize,” the Spaniard stated.

  “Not going to happen!” I countered.

  “I don’t think you should tempt my buddy here. He’s not a nice guy. In fact, he’s considered brutal, a true savage.”

  The blond drove several fingers deep inside, keeping his rhythm even. “My partner is right. I think you should keep in mind that the next level of punishment will be much worse.”

  I did everything I could to shut off the desire, to drag myself back into the protective state I’d perfected over the last two weeks of an enduring nightmare. And I allowed my body to sag completely in his hold, my arms and legs dangling like the useless arms of a puppet.

  “Are you going to be a good girl?” the blond asked, flexing his fingers open as he shifted his thumb down the crack of my ass.

  I was in a euphoric state, loathing everything that was happening, including the way my desire wafted between us, the humidity making the scent more intense. Even the feel of the blond’s hard cock was enough to make my breathing difficult. “Not a chance in hell.”

  “Then I’ll have no choice but to continue,” the blond half whispered. “Do you know what kind of punishment bad girls deserve after refusing to stop misbehaving, Sanchez?”

  “Hmmm… Why don’t you tell me, Jack?” the Spaniard asked in a husky tone.

  Jack. The blond’s name was Jack Rivers, also known as the arrogant asshole. Why was I tingling all over from the way he touched me? Why was there such excitement coursing through my veins?

  “They get fucked.”

  I couldn’t have heard the words correctly. There was no way. “What?”

  “You heard me,” Jack stated then pushed me onto the bed, yanking my nightgown up even further.

  I reared back, managing to kick him in the stomach.

  Jack huffed then grabbed my hair, twisting my long strands in his fingers. “That wasn’t very nice.”

  “I never said I was a nice girl,” I spouted, my pussy clenching then relaxing. This was insane. I was embarrassed by my own body’s reaction, my nipples so hard that both breasts ached. Maybe my dreams of the strong-bodied heroes saving me were the reason for my body’s obvious betrayal. Yes, they were both sexy as hell, but this wasn’t normal. Was it? I heard the sound of a buckle then a zipper and sucked in my breath as I clawed the rough blanket covering the bed.

  “You are a formidable little thing,” Jack whispered. “And so very wet.” He slid his finger down my pussy, swirling the tip around my clit. As if frustrated at the hindrance, he yanked my panties until I heard a ripping sound.

  When I realized I’d opened my legs, a warm flush crept along my jawline. I couldn’t deny the bizarre electricity shooting between us, or the way my body craved his. My mouth even watered at the thought of both of them together.

  No. No.

  That was nuts. I couldn’t think that way. Not for any reason. I couldn’t…

  He continued swirling his finger until I couldn’t stop a whimper from escaping my mouth. I could feel my pussy convulsing, as if it wanted to climax. I closed my eyes as he tugged on my hair and knew my breasts were exposed, the humid air still feeling cool against my naked skin.

  “I think you want to come, don’t you?” Jack whispered in a demanding tone.

  “No, I…”

  “Don’t lie to me.” Jack slipped his fingers back inside, the angle different than before, immediately sending tingles dancing down every portion of my body.

  “Mmm…” I managed, wiggling my hips as I opened my legs further. I was so ashamed yet was unable to stop my actions, my breath skipping. No man had ever touched me so forcefully, driving me to the point of madness.

  “Tell me,” he commanded then smacked my pussy several times before sliding his fingers back inside my channel, my muscles immediately gripping the thick invasion and pulling him in even deeper.

  “Yes. Okay. Yes. Yes. Yes.” The moment the words left my mouth, I gasped, hating myself and the way he’d been able to get my body to react.

  Growling, he continued driving his fingers deep inside, moving in a perfect rhythm and one I tried to match with rearing back like some damn bucking bronco. I was giving in, offering him all of me.

  “So tight,” he said under his breath.

  I almost laughed. It had been so long since I’d had any man touch me with any kind of passion. While the Serpent had hungered for me, my heroes had saved me before anything filthy had occurred. Should I be grateful?

  As he continued thrusting, I could hear the Spaniard’s rapid breathing, the slight guttural sounds he made. The humiliation of being watched was also exciting, the electricity shooting through me so unexpected, yet I couldn’t stop the sensations rushing into every cell and muscle.

  As Jack continued to plunge, I could tell I was close to coming, his fingertips hitting my G-spot. I could no longer think clearly, my mind a blur as the climax rushed up from my toes, smashing into me in such a powerful way that I threw my head back, unable to stifle my scream.

  My body bucked, my heart hammering against my chest. I was in a peaceful state of bliss as the single orgasm turned into another, this one blasting through me like an explosion.

  I had no idea how long he continued pumping but when he finally slowed, I felt him release his hold and I dropped my head, trying to catch my breath. Oh, God. Oh… God. What had I just experienced?

  I felt the pressure of the tip of Jack’s cock and bristled, another moan escaping my lips. He really was going to fuck me to teach me a lesson. I couldn’t move, was unable to say anything to the powerful man as he slipped his cockhead just past my swollen and quivering folds.

  When he gripped my hips before slipping another inch inside, I held my breath, finally turning my head in the Spaniard’s direction. The look on his face was that of a savage, a man ready to take his place, commanding his own attention. I couldn’t help but shudder seeing the way he stroked his cock, his hand moving up and down as he stared at me.

  “Wet and tight and perfect,” Jack whispered then thrust the entire length of his shaft inside.

  “Oh. Oh!” My entire body shook as my muscles strained to accept his thickness. He was so large, filling me completely. There was no chance of getting used to his size before he pulled out, driving his cock back in once again. Within seconds, he was in a smooth rhythm, plunging in and out, the sound of his low-slung growls filling the air.

  This was crazy, guilt riding every part of me but there was nothing I could do
and in truth, I wasn’t certain I wanted it to stop. He was the kind of man dark fantasies were made of, his muscular torso and chiseled face continuing to give me chills.

  “Give yourself to me,” he commanded with such intensity that my breath was stolen.

  “You’re too big,” I shot back, even as the flash of pain had already begun to shift into something incredible, breaking the chains holding back every inhibition.

  “Relax, little brat, and enjoy. This is just the beginning.”

  Jack continued powering into me, the force pushing me down as I clung to the blanket, my entire body aching. I was thrown into another realm, loathing how my body had betrayed me. My nipples ached, my heart racing and with every thrust, I was shoved further into a cataclysm of fire, every nerve ending seared.

  He smacked me several times, a likely reminder that I was totally in his control. My throat tightened as the force of his ravaging plunges shoved me against the scratchy blanket. As he fisted my hair, yanking my head and forcing my back into a deep arc, I let out a series of savage growls.

  “Such a little fighter,” he half whispered, with one brutal thrust after another.

  Pain intermingled with extraordinary pleasure, pushing me further toward a shower of electricity. I didn’t want to come. I refused to allow him to break me, even for a few seconds.

  Yet he did.

  As the climax rushed into the sweltering darkness of my body, perspiration beaded across my brow, my arms and legs shaking. This was insane. This was…

  Euphoric.

  “Oh. Oh!” My scream ragged, the sound was mixed with his guttural growls. The man was a true savage.

  Within seconds, I could tell he was close to coming, his fingers digging into my skin as he pummeled harder and faster.

  “Oh. Oh…” I whimpered then squeezed my muscles. The way his body responded, stiffening then shaking violently gave me a smile. When I felt the warm gush of his seed filling me, I took another look at the Spaniard.

  This time, his expression was one of annoyance.

  Jack continued thrusting for a full minute then leaned over me. “Such a bad girl.”

  “She’s learned her lesson, Jack. You need to let her go.”

  Jack shifted his hips back and forth, his cock still throbbing deep inside. “She needed this.”

  “Jesus. Fucking. Christ. You’re a prick just like I knew you were,” the Spanish jerk huffed, his boots thumping hard against the tile floor. Then suddenly I was in his arms, my breasts crushed against his massive, rippling muscles. I was forced to smash my hand against him, struggling as he held me. A wave of adrenaline flowed through every vein, the need to get away even stronger than before.

  There was also a rush of embarrassment as well as excitement tearing through every cell until I noticed the knife in his hand.

  He snarled as he thrust the serrated blade in the direction where Jack had been standing, his black eyes narrowing.

  “I don’t think so, Diego, unless you no longer want your share of the finder’s fee,” Jack stated with zero inflection.

  Chuckling, he sucked in his breath, the barrel of Jack’s weapon placed against his temple. “Touché, asshole.”

  Chapter 3

  Lindsey

  “Here. Take this.” Diego put the lantern on a small table near the bed.

  I huddled against the wall, ignoring the bottle of water being shoved into my face. Diego’s tone was gruff, more so than before. “I don’t want anything from you or from Jack. I’m certain you’re just going to sell me off to the highest bidder.” I fingered the ornate piece of jewelry surrounding my neck, the gift something I should have tossed a long time ago. I have no idea why I’d even been allowed to keep it, the Serpent laughing the moment he’d noticed I was wearing it.

  “Your faith won’t save you, beautiful doctor. No one can. The sooner you come to realize that, the better off you’ll be. You are now my property. Bought like a fine piece of china,” he’d said as he’d fingered the chain, his dark eyes scanning me like a rabid predator.

  I’d been shocked that he hadn’t burst into flames, the monster nothing but pure evil.

  He’d tossed me a crumb in order to obey him, much like what had occurred only hours before. For that alone, the lovely jeweled cross gave me some comfort, even though I wasn’t religious.

  Although a part of me wanted to toss it into the trash. I smirked at the reason why, refusing to give into anger any more than I already had.

  Fuck men, including the two mercenary saviors who’d taken me away from my prison.

  Who’d enticed me.

  Who’d aroused me.

  Who’d spanked me.

  Who’d… fucked me. And I’d enjoyed it. Dear God, what was wrong with me?

  I continued to shake, partially from fear but also from the way my body had responded to Jack and his… type of punishment. The worst thing? I’d longed to be taken by Diego. I had to be losing my mind. A lump formed in my throat and I clenched my legs together, the stench of Jack’s rugged body still covering mine. I wanted to vomit from what had happened, the shame too much to bear.

  But my body refused to respond other than to remain electrified. Even the way Diego was leering at me excited the woman deep inside. I couldn’t believe I’d fallen to such a disgusting level. Was I nothing but some primal beast? I wasn’t certain I wanted to know the answer.

  “You will learn that all women want nothing more than to succumb to the men who own them. You will also accept that your place is only to please me. If not, you will be punished severely.”

  I shuddered at the thought of the words the Serpent had used more than once, his threats always coming after my refusal to bow to him like some dog.

  Sighing, Diego leaned over, lifting my arm and forcing me to wrap my fingers around the bottle of water. I hated to admit that the feeling of the cool plastic was pleasant, the sweltering heat within the cabin almost too much to bear. However, I allowed it to drop on the bed next to me, still trying to understand what was going on.

  “What did the Serpent do to you?” Diego asked quietly as he dared to finger a fading bruise on my arm.

  “What do you care?” When he sat still, his eyes never blinking, I rubbed my eyes.

  “Don’t be ridiculous. No man should ever be able to harm a woman in such a manner.”

  “Yeah? Well, he didn’t seem to give a shit. Just leave me alone.” I pushed the bottle away, wanting nothing to do with either of them. I couldn’t trust even myself.

  “Doctor, you need liquids or you’re going to succumb to the heat,” he stated. I couldn’t stand the fact his voice held a hint of caring, like I meant anything to them. I was just some paycheck. I had to wonder how much I was worth.

  “Nothing you can offer me will matter. Nothing. You are a pariah and nothing more. All men are.”

  Grimacing, I anticipated some horrible kind of punishment. My bottom still ached, the slow burn something that would remain for at least a full day. When he sat down on the bed beside me, I closed my eyes trying to block him out. I knew Jack, the arrogant bastard, was outside, his rifle firmly planted in his hand before he left.

  He chuckled, shaking his head. “Maybe you’re right, Doctor, but I came here to save your life, not hurt you any further. I realize you don’t know what’s going on and certainly can’t trust your surroundings, but Jack is correct in that the less you know the better. Rest assured that we’ve been hired to get you back home safely. And we are damn good at what we do. You’ll just have to trust us.”

  “Trust? You are out of your mind.”

  He inhaled, looking away for a few seconds. “That will come with time.”

  “Do you really expect me to buy that my father, a doctor in Washington, DC, actually hired you? He doesn’t know people like you,” I snarked. How the hell was I supposed to trust them?

  He seemed surprised, turning his head slowly. I could feel the heat, a level of anger lying just underneath the surface. I’d been una
ble to take my eyes off the various tattoos covering his arms, the oversized dragon gorgeous in detailing. Maybe I was just trying to remain sane.

  “What exactly does that mean, Dr. Walters?”

  “It means that my father has no idea that I accepted the position that brought me to Brazil. He and I don’t get along and never have. He wanted me to stay and work in the same hospital where he’s been the chief of staff for thirty years. I wanted to get as far away as possible. When the opportunity to work for Doctors Without Borders came, I left without talking to my parents, selling just about everything I owned in order to have enough money to live on. My decision was something my father would never believe. The Walterses are far too eloquent to serve in something so tawdry. Given that arsenal of information, how did you and the arrogant asshole know where to find me?”

  I hated that something nagged at me. My father had his share of secrets, business dealings with the criminal element. I rolled my eyes at the thought. While my father’s salary was significant, that certainly hadn’t paid for the extravagances surrounding him. Expensive cars. A gated estate. Vacations to every corner of the world. Had he gotten involved in something that he hadn’t been able to get out of?

  That’s one of the reasons I’d made the decision to leave, to get away from his dominance. I was far too old to allow my father to control my life.

  “We have our sources, Doctor, and you might be surprised about the people your father associates with. Obviously, he had enough clout to hire our organization. The why is obvious. In order to save his daughter’s life. Any personal connections or mitigating factors we weren’t privy to.”

  “In other words, you couldn’t care less. This is a paycheck to you.”

  He finally bristled, his jaw clenching. “We are paid well for our expertise, Doctor, as I assume you normally are, the current situation notwithstanding.”

  He had no understanding of my father. That was certain. Maybe that’s the way his organization worked. I almost laughed at the thought of my father daring to hire unscrupulous men himself. He didn’t like to get his hands dirty. I honestly doubted he’d risk his huge bank account at this point in his life and certainly not for me.