Vendetta Road

by Christine Feehan

  “You’re my little exhibitionist, Soleil.” There was laughter in his voice, humor in his eyes. He kept snapping pictures. “I love that so much. I’m switching to video, because you’re so fucking sexy I’ve got to have this for myself when I’m all alone.”

  The dancing flames from the fireplace threw shadows around the room and played over her body. Her lashes fell, that long feathery fall, and his body responded. Her gaze was riveted on his cock. She wanted it and she brought her finger to her mouth and sucked, closing her eyes for a moment, pretending she had the weight of him on her tongue.

  “I fuckin’ love this, Soleil. I want more of these sexy pictures. Kneel up in front of that ottoman. I want you to lie over the top of it so your tits are hanging down. Wait. I’ll be right back.” This time he disappeared down the hall.

  Soleil sat up shaking her head, finding herself laughing, wondering how she had gone from tears to laughter so fast. It was Ice. Life with him was an adventure. She never knew what he was going to do from one moment to the next. When he returned, he looked so pleased with himself she just shook her head. She was already so in love with him.

  “Come here, baby.”

  “Abandon the ottoman?” But she crawled across the floor to him, using her sexiest crawl, eyes on his cock, that delicious part of his anatomy that always seemed to keep her enthralled.

  When she was kneeling in front of him, he crooked his finger so she knelt upright. He bent his head, captured her left breast in the hot cauldron of his mouth and sucked hard, flattening her nipple and then tugging at it with his teeth. She gasped as he elongated it deliberately and then fastened a clamp with sparkling jewels swinging off it. Her breath left her lungs in a long rush. He grinned at her and then his mouth was on her right breast, repeating the same exercise. A double chain hung like reins from one nipple to the other.

  “Was going to save your surprise for later but couldn’t resist. You look so beautiful.”

  Soleil looked at him suspiciously and then down at her breasts. The jewelry was beautiful, and she could see his signature design on it, but she wasn’t altogether certain yet she was a fan, although the way his face was so lit up it made her want to give him anything he wanted.

  “What are we doing?” Her nipples burned and then when she moved, it was as if he were stroking and tugging all over again, causing her to gasp.

  “We’re making a video for me. An extremely hot one.”

  “I take it you have ideas.” She didn’t dare move. When she did, the jewels swung and the clamps tightened, sending streaks of fire straight to her clit. She was afraid she might have a climax just from that and then he’d want to play with clamps all the time. She’d heard taking them off was painful, and she wasn’t into any kind of real pain.

  He grinned at her, kissed her until she couldn’t think straight and then had her kneel up, legs wide apart. This time he had her bend backward over the ottoman until her back rested on it and her head was over one side and her bare mound on the other. The jewels pulled her breasts to both sides, causing her to gasp again as fire streaked through her. Her sheath clamped down and a fresh wave of liquid heat told her she was getting very needy.

  “Ice.” She nearly wailed his name.

  “I’m turning on the video feed so we’re recording. You just follow my instructions.”

  She nodded, her eyes on his. She loved him like this, happy and laughing. Playing. Ice didn’t seem a man to play often, and he was playing.

  “Bury your fingers in your pussy, princess. I want you getting yourself off. Open your mouth and I’ll feed you my cock. It’s going deep this time, but you can take it. I’ll work it in slow. You can work my balls and your pussy, but not my cock, you understand?”

  She nodded, her hand already sliding down her soft skin, feeling the touch like a flame. Shadows played over his face, giving him the look of a warrior. His eyes were blue steel, like hot crystals demanding her compliance, and she would have given him anything in that moment, just to see that the lines of strain he always carried were gone.

  “Open your mouth for me, baby.”

  His voice had gone hoarse and she knew he was becoming as aroused as she was. She wanted his cock, but she made a show of wetting her lips with her tongue, before slowly opening her mouth. He pressed the broad crown against her tongue, and she tasted the salty mixture of masculine flavor that was unique to Ice.

  Her own body was on fire and when he lifted the chain so casually off her belly, she barely noticed until he tugged, and her breasts rose upward at his command. She gasped and his hips thrust gently forward, so that his cock slid deeper than it had ever gone.

  “That’s it, baby, squeeze down on me. So fucking hot. Look at you. Get yourself off.”

  She couldn’t breathe and she looked up at him, trying to tell him, but he was already sliding back to give her air, then he tugged again, and the flames shot through her and he was thrusting deeper, swearing, one hand in her hair so tightly her scalp ached. She thought she was going to explode.

  Soleil backed off riding her own fingers deliberately, not wanting this to end too soon. It was too good, too perfect. It didn’t matter that it started off in tears or play, the expression on his face was what she wanted to have for all time. He could have the video. She could have the pleasure beyond measure and that expression.

  She focused on the coiling tension in her body and the beauty of his cock. The weight of it. The shape and size of it. The way he tasted. She loved it because it represented him. Every stroke of her tongue, her hollowed cheeks, sucking him hard, using a flutter motion, not breathing and trusting him to give her air, all of that was telling him how much she loved him. Saying it without words. All the while she looked up at him, into those blue flames that never left her face. Never left her eyes.

  He tugged on the chain and sent fire rushing through her, thrusting his cock deeper until she had no choice but to relax her throat, but he didn’t push her into a panic. He was careful with her. And then, before she could stop it, her body exploded in fierce, wild waves that overtook her, even as his cock swelled and jerked, pouring his seed down her throat, forcing her to swallow over and over.

  “Don’t move, princess,” he ordered, his voice ragged, as if he couldn’t get enough air. He started to retreat from her.

  She reached out behind her and caught at his hips to stop him from rising completely. The action lifted her breasts and sent another streak of fire racing through her body, straight to her sex, so that another powerful wave rushed through her.

  “Don’t move yet,” she ordered. “You know I don’t like to leave you like this.” She did her best to glare at him. “You’re mine and I take care of you.” She did. Unless he was in a huge hurry, she always spent time making sure she got every little bit of his seed. It belonged to her. That taste. That was Ice.

  She loved to watch his face as her tongue tenderly licked at him. As she gently sucked. He always closed his eyes, his hand in her hair, fingers moving in time with her tongue, the connection between them feeling sacred to her. When she was done, his lashes would flicker and then he would lift them and look at her with something close to worship. That was the time she most could believe he felt for her what she felt for him.

  “I have to get those clamps off you, baby. They can’t be on too long.”

  She’d almost forgotten, she’d been so wrapped up in his look. She didn’t move as he bent over her. Her breath hissed out as he removed the first one and replaced it with the warmth of his mouth. It wasn’t as bad as she’d feared, but it was definitely more intense than she liked. Because she knew what was coming, she just nodded and he was quick, once again using his mouth to soothe her nipple.

  He helped her to sit and then he was kissing her, over and over, driving out any remaining worries she had. There was no way to think when he was kissing her. When she stood a little shakily, he smack
ed her bottom and grinned at her. “Come on, princess. We’re going for a ride. We need the wind in our faces. We may both be just fine or damaged beyond repair, but we belong to each other, and riding always makes the world perfect. You already did that for me. I’m going to do that for you.”

  He’d already done that for her, but she definitely wanted to go for a ride. She liked the idea that the sun wasn’t up and they’d be riding in the dark along the coast, with the ocean so close.

  “I love every minute with you, Ice,” Soleil admitted. “And I want a copy of that video on my phone too. I love to watch your face when your cock is in my mouth. You’re so amazing.” She had to tell him, because it was the truth.

  “You know what I love? You look like the sweet little girl next door, baby, and then you say cock and you definitely claim ownership of it, and it blows my mind. I fucking love that.” He caught her hand. “Let’s get dressed.”

  THIRTEEN

  Highway 1 was a ribbon of curves and switchbacks, with few straight stretches. Ice loved the winding road. His woman wasn’t used to the bike, but she was on it with him, no complaints, dressed warmly for the early morning hour and the coastal highway. This was what he lived for, his woman, his Harley and the open road. He’d not gone more than fifteen miles when two bikes came up behind them. He sent his brothers a quick grin and a wave.

  Savage and Absinthe moved neatly into position behind them. That was the way it often was, one would decide to ride, but others were already on the open road. The ocean stretched out to their right, and the mountains rose to their left. It was a beautiful sight. The sun wasn’t yet thinking about rising in the east.

  They could find a little diner for breakfast in an hour or two. Soleil was bundled up—gloves, scarf, warm clothes, jacket—and her arms were tightly around him. He hated that she was worried he might leave her—that people in her life had led her to believe she was worthless other than for her money. He wanted her to see that he valued her for the person she was. For every part of her, including the little exhibitionist in her. She didn’t know it, but he needed that. He wasn’t being fair to give her only a part of who he was.

  He thought about that for the next few miles. She was giving him everything. He could see who she was. So sweet. Cooking for him in their kitchen, poring over recipes she thought he might like. He didn’t give a damn about the food, just about her. He loved sitting in the kitchen watching her look so serious as she attempted some recipe that was probably far too complicated for an amateur. It didn’t matter. She was doing it for him. To make him happy.

  Ice had never had anyone go out of their way for him in the way she was. He couldn’t remember his parents. They’d been murdered and he’d been taken to the school, supposedly to turn him into an asset for his country. There were four such schools, three of which trained children using torture and brutal methods but expected those children to serve their country. The fourth, the one he’d been taken to, was made up of criminals, pedophiles who were given a virtual smorgasbord of children to abuse in any way they could conceive. The children weren’t expected to ever leave the school alive, although each had been trained as a very lethal and skilled assassin so Sorbacov, the man who had put them there, could use them if he wanted to kill an enemy.

  Soleil’s hand began to rub up and down his abdomen, as if she knew his thoughts had taken a sudden turbulent turn and she was soothing him. He dropped his gloved hand over hers in a silent show of gratitude. He knew he was far past falling and had actually fallen in love with her. He just didn’t know exactly what that was yet or what he was going to do about it.

  A car came up behind them. It had been traveling at a high rate of speed, but it slowed to drop in directly behind the three bikes. Savage gave a low hand signal to Ice to pull to the side of the road when possible to allow the car to pass. It was an Audi, and there were four men inside.

  Something about the way the car moved up on them, like a hungry predator, set off not only Ice’s warning system but Savage’s as well. Ice glanced at Absinthe. He wore an expressionless mask. Yeah, he felt it too. Whoever was in that car was specifically targeting Torpedo Ink. It wasn’t a random car just happening to slide in behind them.

  He would have welcomed the action, and he knew the others would have as well, but there was Soleil to protect. And were the men there to kill her? Was this about their enemies? Or hers? Savage suddenly dropped back, signaling to Ice to take off. He didn’t bother to look, he already knew Savage had sent him forward to protect Soleil. Those in the Audi were making their move.

  His Harley was a road rocket, and it shot forward at his command, Savage and Absinthe using their bikes to provide cover, weaving back and forth as they sped down the road. Ice heard the whine of a bullet as it zipped past him. That thoroughly pissed him off. Soleil leaned into him, tightening her arms and curling her fingers into his jacket. She didn’t panic or try to ask questions. She did what she normally did when she was with him. She gave him her complete trust, her body moving with his and the bike as if born to do so.

  Just ahead, around a curve in the road, was a switchback. They knew the road and knew it was there. He gave a hand signal to Savage and Absinthe just before entering the switchback. The moment they were out of sight of the Audi, he slowed the bike and pulled off the road.

  “Off, baby, run for the brush.” He had her arm and all but yanked her off the motorcycle. Soleil obeyed him, taking off for the heaviest brush.

  Savage and Absinthe were there, bikes down, running with them for either side of the road, weapons out. They’d had seconds to set up. They were used to that, used to moving fast in a fluid situation.

  The Audi swept into the switchback. Savage stepped out from the left side of the road and fired directly into the car. Absinthe did the same from the right. Ice had taken up the position just at the very apex of the curve. Savage must have hit the driver. The car went into a slide, and the smell of rubber burning was strong. The car spun and then hit the mountainside hard.

  Ice sprinted to the rear door of the Audi, yanking it open, his elbow slamming into the bearded man on the passenger side, knocking him sideways. He pressed the barrel of his gun to the man’s head.

  “I’ll fucking end you. Put your weapon down.” At a glance, he could see the driver was dead, slumped over the steering wheel, his foot a dead weight on the brake.

  Absinthe had torn open the passenger door behind the front seat. He’d struck the man there a couple of times, ensuring he was dazed as he dragged him out of the car, taking him to the ground on his belly while he searched him for weapons.

  Savage had the third passenger out, the shooter from the back seat. Ice had been busy trying to get Soleil out of harm’s way, but it was Savage and Absinthe who had been fired on. Savage wasn’t taking any chances with his prisoner. The man was dragged out of the vehicle and taken to the ground. Savage was rough as he inspected the man for weapons, but he didn’t bother collecting every gun and knife on his person. He left one. Just one, because that was the kind of bastard he could be—and there was Soleil.

  “Who are you?” Absinthe asked his prisoner.

  Ice dragged the bearded man around the car, uncaring of the rocks and branches that the body bumped over. He threw him down beside Absinthe’s man.

  “Ed Charles.” No sooner had he gotten the name out than he began screaming, grabbing his head.

  Absinthe smiled grimly. “I can make it hurt worse. You tell me the truth and it all goes away. Your name?”

  “Phil. Phil Roberson.” The man took in great gulps of air. There were actual tears in his eyes.

  “Why did you attack us, Phil?” Absinthe continued.

  “Don’t you answer him,” Savage’s prisoner snarled.

  Savage instantly retaliated, his gloved fist smashing into the man’s mouth over and over, breaking teeth and driving them back into his mouth, nearly pushing them down
his throat. Blood sprayed and then ran down his chin and throat.

  “Go ahead, Phil,” Savage said. “You’re going to want to answer the question.” He spoke calmly, matter-of-factly, as if he hadn’t just destroyed a man’s face.

  Phil looked horrified. “If I answer—” He broke off screaming, grabbing at his head.

  “If you choose not to answer or you lie, your head is going to hurt like that, Phil,” Absinthe said, sounding perfectly reasonable. “And it will get worse.”

  “The girl. We’re after the girl.”

  Ice stiffened and glanced across the open space to the brush where Soleil stood watching, a distance away. He didn’t like her seeing what they were doing; on the other hand, they needed the information they were quickly extracting. He needed the information. These men were after Soleil. They had to be fast and then get out of there.

  “How did you find her?” Absinthe asked.

  “Winston remembered the club at the motel. She was seen going into a biker bar. A biker gave her up.”

  “Name and club of the biker.” Absinthe nearly spat the demand.

  “Fred something. His club was Venomous.”

  Ice remembered them partying at the bar that night. He didn’t remember Fred. Of course Fred had noticed Soleil. When she’d walked into the bar, everyone had gone silent and turned toward the door in shock. Ice filed the name of the biker away. They’d come back with Soleil in her wedding gown. She’d looked like a princess and she’d been memorable.

  “Who are your friends? The man with his mouth gone?”

  “That’s Yeger. Yeger Kushnir.”

  Ice stiffened. He recognized the name. They all had flawless memories. They had to. That was how they’d survived the hellhole. Yeger Kushnir was one of the two men who had raped and frightened Rich Marshal’s wife to keep her in line. He was heavily involved in human trafficking, taking the children that weren’t sold at auction to remain in their trafficking ring until the children died. How had Winston connected with the pedophile ring and the men Torpedo Ink was after? Was it some kind of a coincidence? He didn’t believe that for a minute. What the hell was going on?