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by The Forgetful Spy (lit)

  Colin knew personally of three men who’d approached Serena with the intent of winning her over so they could ask for her hand in marriage and be the next big man under Raoul. Unfortunately for them, Raoul expected Serena to marry a man he chose, if he ever found anyone worthy for his perfect daughter.

  Miguel crossed his arms, closed his eyes to a slit and grunted. “You shouldn’t have tempted her.”

  “I didn’t do anything to tempt her?” Colin pulled on the handcuffs. The bite of the metal circlets cut into his already chafed wrists. “Don’t do this, Miguel.”

  “I do what she tells me. Not you. She’ll be here to keep you company once the fireworks display starts at midnight.”

  Colin twisted his left wrist and bent his head back trying to read the dial, but couldn’t see. “What time is it?”

  Miguel shrugged again and walked to the door.

  At his casual dismissal, an inhuman growl launched from Colin’s throat before he could stop it. He flailed violently, yanked at the handcuffs with all his strength and only accomplished further wrist abrasion.

  Miguel wrenched the door handle open, turned to Colin and watched him struggle against his bonds for a moment.

  “I wouldn’t call attention to yourself by yelling, Tommy. If anyone else finds you before Serena does, they’ll go straight to Raoul. There isn’t a man on this compound that couldn’t figure out who you’re waiting for and rat you out.”

  Sucking in a breath to temper his anger, Colin whispered, “Right.”

  “Better to be quiet and enjoy her attentions. Perhaps Serena won’t tell her father about your indiscretion.” He laughed. “But don’t count on it.”

  Along with her taste for every possible forbidden man, Serena had an appalling reputation in the bedroom. It was whispered that her kink level was set for kill. She liked to inflict pain. She liked to see blood. Unfortunately for her victims, her version of BDSM didn’t include a safe word.

  Colin glanced at his restraints. Serena wanted him tied down for her pleasure. It didn’t bode well for him at all.

  Miguel lingered at the door a moment longer and said, “Vaya con Dios.”

  “Fuck you.” The door closed on Miguel’s laughter several moments later.

  Colin rattled the handcuffs again. It was unproductive to ponder any plans Serena had in store for him. Nothing short of a miracle was going to help him now.

  Going out in the middle of a sexual experience wasn’t necessarily a bad idea, but he’d rather not be tied down or beaten bloody by Serena as her latest conquest.

  While there was a certain level of thrill-factor associated with the idea of bondage, Colin much preferred rolling around with a woman as sweat glistened off their satisfied bodies. Lips, tongues, fingers whirling in motion against each other licking, sucking, stroking, kissing, fucking…

  He sighed. Getting a hard-on right now would not help him. Colin needed to get free. He would do anything to accomplish this one goal. Perhaps he could convince Serena to let him go.

  A sharp mirthless laugh erupted from his throat at the foolish thought. Doubtful. The more productive idea was to beg her not to fuck him to death. The irony being that he’d avoided Serena the entire two months of this assignment. Mere hours away from freedom, his luck had run out.

  At midnight during the loud fireworks display for tonight’s guests, he’d planned to be outside of the compound walls and sailing through the woods surrounding the place. By zero thirty hours his partner, Zack Mahon, would be waiting to pick him up. Together they’d evacuate before the pre-dawn take over the next day.

  By noon tomorrow the compound would be empty and all of the previous occupants would be locked up in jail awaiting trial.

  Colin had only planned on staying in the country long enough to be seen at the local jail arrested on drug charges like all the others to keep up his façade. A clean undercover identity in a foreign country was priceless.

  Glancing around the shadowed small room, he had no sense of the time. Colin kicked at the ropes at his ankles. If he didn’t show up, the raid would be compromised. They wouldn’t attack unless he made it to the zero thirty meet with Zack. Fuck. Anger for all the wasted time here strangled his mind with injustice until he heard a disturbing noise.

  The rattling door handle to his room signaling his doom sent him into a mild panic. He wasn’t ready for blood and sex.

  Chapter 3

  Rachel heard the man say three unnerving words, “Vaya con Dios.” Go with God. She expected a bullet to her back when the stranger laughed. The finality of the message sent a chill through her veins. The muscles along her spine tensed up and waited for the impact.

  Once safely hidden, Rachel realized the stranger’s attention was apparently not on her. No bullet pierced her flesh as she escaped.

  Rachel reached for the broom closet handle willing it to be unlocked. It was. She ducked inside and pulled the door to her barely in time to avoid being seen by the man exiting the door of her planned evacuation of Raoul’s mansion.

  Providence put her in a position to hide instead of walking right into the chest of the man leaving her alternate egress route. It was another mission ‘challenge’ she was grateful to have evaded.

  Timing was everything and her guardian angel was definitely working overtime tonight. She listened to the man exit down the stairwell she’d just come up. More providence.

  Rachel counted to ten and took a peek out of the slit of the open closet door. She didn’t want to call Frankie and report the complication, but she had no choice. Glancing at the stairwell opening, she didn’t see anyone. She took a deep breath and tapped her earring to activate her transmitter. Time to check her options.

  “Dark Spirit, this is Red Angel.”

  “Go.”

  “How does my primary egress look right now?”

  “Dismal. Why?”

  Rachel leaned her forehead against the closet doorframe.

  “An unscheduled male just departed the room I’d planned to leave through. He’s gone, but he shouldn’t have been there.”

  “Shit. Give me a second.”

  Rachel only had time to exhale before Frankie came back with her answer. “Primary egress is not an option. Proceed with secondary option. Use extreme caution.”

  “Copy. Proceeding to secondary egress with prudence.”

  “Keep in touch.”

  “Right.” Rachel tapped her earring and disconnected. She’d turn her transmitter back on later to keep in touch. For now she didn’t want any surprise voices in her head until she hit the woods.

  She tiptoed to the third door from the end, grabbed the handle and wrenched it open quickly sliding inside in case the man came back up the stairs.

  The small room was shadowed with the exception of a small lamp near the bed. Illumination-wise, it was a poor substitution for a good flashlight. Rachel squeezed her eyes shut in order to acclimate her vision to the level of darkness.

  Opening her eyes, Rachel’s gaze first lit on a narrow iron-spindled bed that stood next to the nightstand where the light shown. She noticed the handcuffs next. They circled the wrist of a hand. The body of a man was outlined on the bed. Blinking again she saw he wore a white collared shirt, unbuttoned at the throat, sleeves rolled up and jeans.

  She didn’t see any blood. Was he dead?

  Movement at the headboard startled her and she stifled a scream. The sound of metal scraping metal screeched.

  Ah. Not dead after all. Good.

  In the low light, she noticed another set of handcuffs bound his other arm to the far side of the bed. His boot-encased feet had ropes wrapped securely around his ankles. The frayed ends dangled off the footboard. He wasn’t going anywhere and thus was no threat to her regardless of his being alive. She released a breath and searched for the closet and her escape path.

  “Who are you?” came a whisper from the pillow area of the bed.

  Rachel declined to answer his query. He didn’t have a need to know. Ignori
ng him to continue her escape, she sidled past the foot of the bed having spied the closet on the other side of the room. Mirrored sliders caught the reflection of the low light as she shifted the left one in its track to marry up with the other.

  “Wait. Take me with you.” The man’s desperate voice, no longer a whisper, caressed her senses. His voice, dark and sensual, made her libido come to rapid attention.

  Whirling in surprise at the subtle intrusion on her mission, Rachel approached the bed. Going against all her training in situations such as these, she reached out to snap the other bedside lamp on to see him better. Bathed in a pale yellow glow, Rachel sucked in a breath.

  The captive was a gorgeous man.

  Shaggy black hair dusted the collar of his shirt. Three days worth of stubble graced his jaw. His gaze, focused intently on her face, drilled a path straight through her. Thick, dark expressive eyebrows framed his sincere chocolate brown eyes, but his mouth was what fascinated her the most. His full lips, shaped as if from Cupid’s famous bow, were unquestionably made for sinful delights. Straight white teeth peeked out from his beautiful parted mouth. Rachel took another breath and scanned his body stretched out on the bed.

  Beneath the linen of his shirt, arm muscles flexed against his bonds bringing attention to the fact he was immobilized. Wide shoulders rested against the base of a single pillow. Following the line of his body to a narrow waist, she watched as an impressive bulge appeared beneath the fly of his jeans. A smile tugged at her lips and without conscious effort she glanced at her watch to check her mission parameters and time frame.

  “Do we have time?” The low murmur of his voice sent her pulse skidding rapidly. Rachel started to nod, but caught herself. She couldn’t seem to tear her gaze away from his body quite yet.

  A thrill of anticipation zipped to her core as she ticked off his beautiful attributes, one by one, on her mental inventory of what made up a perfect man’s physical qualities. This man possessed all of them plus a couple of traits she’d add to her list. He squinted and ran his gaze from her face to her knees and back. The intensity of the look reminded her that she lacked panties. Her core clenched in need and a gush of appreciative wetness seeped between her legs coating her lower lips.

  Rachel swallowed hard to get hold of herself. His question finally made it through her lustful reverie.

  “Time…for what?”

  He grinned and the sexy, sultry, mystery captive morphed into a man she had to have. She moved closer to the bed without memory of getting there.

  “For whatever you’ve got planned?”

  Sex. That was what she wished she had planned. She slid her gaze up and down his body once more and licked her lips in anticipation of the delights he could inspire. More if she were to release his bonds.

  The rattle of his handcuffs against the metal of the headboard startled her back to reality. What was she thinking of doing? He was a stranger.

  “Help me get free. And I promise I’ll make it worth your while.”

  “Why are you tied up?”

  He exhaled a deep breath. “It’s a long story.” He turned his head and glanced at the door. “Is the door locked?”

  Rachel nodded. She checked her bracelet watch again surprised that only four minutes had passed since she’d entered the room.

  “Would you mind putting that chair under the door handle? I don’t want us to be interrupted.”

  She crossed the room and secured the ladder-backed chair under the door handle checking to reassure herself it was indeed locked.

  Rachel spied the open closet door and her chest tightened with anger. She had a mission. What was she doing? She shook her head and abandoned her foolish plan for a quickie with this stranger. Her task to escape took precedence over her ardent libido. She crossed the room, focused only on the closet door and tuned out his repeated and now very urgent attempts at conversation.

  The built-in shoe rack made a perfect ladder for her to climb and open the attic access panel. She readied her escape path for egress ignoring his whispered pleas along with her own blatantly inappropriate desires in the process.

  “Fuck. What do I have to do? Take me with you. Please.”

  The please penetrated her trance. The attic access door was open and ready for her to climb through. Rachel shimmied back down the shoe rack and turned toward the bed.

  Her hands pressed to her hips. “What do you want me to do?”

  “Help me get loose.” He scanned her body pausing at her breasts for several seconds. “I’ll do anything.”

  A wicked thought occurred to her and a grin flashed before she could stop it. “Anything?” she asked suggestively.

  “Yes.”

  “What did you do to warrant being tied down? I know you said it was a long story,” she glanced at her watch and smiled. “You have thirty seconds to explain it to me.”

  Taking a deep breath, he shook his head slightly. “If I only had thirty seconds, then I’d plead my case. I must get free.” His eyes bored through her. “I have to meet someone tonight. Life or death.”

  “You’re not meeting the man who left you here?”

  “No.” He tugged at the restraints. The metal of the handcuffs clanked against the headboard. “Someone else.”

  She pondered his short explanation and stared at him. The bulge below his fly had increased to an impressive ridge. Her core tightened in unquenched desire. Her gaze traveled to his legs and the powerful thighs encased in denim. The fabric stretched molding to his muscular flesh as he pulled at the ropes binding his ankles.

  “See anything you want?”

  She shot a quick gaze to his face and his sardonic smile greeted her.

  “Yes, as a matter of fact.”

  His eyes narrowed as if in disbelief of her affirmative answer and what it implied. After a few seconds, a smile again shaped his mouth. “Do I know you from somewhere?”

  “If that’s a line, trust me, you don’t need it.” Rachel was about to implode with an unrelenting thirst for sex. She kicked off her stilettos and leaned closer to the bed.

  “Did you come into the compound tonight with the other girls for…um…dates?”

  “I came in with them, but not to get a date.” She hiked her dress up around her thighs and put a knee on the bed. He pushed out a breath as if surprised.

  “What did you come for?”

  “That’s a secret.”

  “I can keep a secret.” His eyes widened and shone with something akin to trustworthiness. She silently applauded his effort. His expression was very sincere, but she wasn’t telling him why she was here.

  “I’m sure you can. But I’m still not going to tell you.” The light of hope died in his eyes. “Let me take a look at your handcuffs at least. I don’t have a key on me, but maybe…” she trailed off, climbed up on the bed resting on all fours.

  Crawling over him to get a better look at his bonds, she had straddled his warm body before prudence prevented her from touching him. The second her body came into contact with his she had to take a calming breath and resist the urge to lower her breasts into his face. He lifted his head twisting to watch her as she studied the handcuffs.

  “I have lock picks, but it’ll take a minute or two.”

  “I’d be so grateful.” The whisper of his words caressed her and the intimate position of her body covering him seeped through.

  She retreated turning to see his intense focus. “Oh yeah. How grateful?”

  He laughed. “So grateful you’d scream ‘you’re welcome’ by the time I’d finished thanking you.”

  She slid down his body until her mouth was lined up with his. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers making the first contact.

  Magic.

  Rachel put her hands on his face, slanted her mouth over his and sucked his tongue into her mouth. He moaned, which unleashed a torrential amount of fluid from her lower half. Her clit pulsed with desire as their hungry tongues collided.

  She pressed her hips
forward and the ridge of his cock throbbed against her pubic bone. Shifting to line up her lower half with his a little better, she prepared to scratch her itch against his growing erection.

  With the next push of her hips, he responded in kind. She ground her crotch against him trying to hit the most sensitive spot but couldn’t quite hit the place she needed for gratification. She broke the kiss panting and studied his restraints again.

  “Let me taste you.”

  “What?”

  His gaze fell to her breasts. “Lower the strap of your dress.”

  The sexy suggestion sent a punch of lust to her midsection. In slow motion to make the anticipation last, Rachel pulled the strap down exposing her breast with the visibly peaked nipple. Carefully she guided the distended tip to his mouth. He latched on with such forceful gusto, she almost came from the power of the suction he exerted. Instead, she moaned out loud and relaxed.

  After sucking on her for several heart pounding moments, he stopped the wicked pleasure long enough to whisper, “Now the other one.”

  Rachel hesitated until he asked, “Please?”

  She lowered the other strap pushing her second breast to his waiting lips. The tug of sensation from his teeth grazing the tip sent a pulse from nipple to clit. Her pussy clenched with uncontrollable need.

  “Ohmigod,” she whispered unable to withdraw. She was out of her mind and lost in the electrifying pleasure marching through her body.

  The luscious suction stopped.

  “Take the cuffs off. I’ll make you come.”

  The word ‘come’ from his passionately uttered statement nearly brought the release she sought.

  She eyed the handcuffs again.

  He licked his lips and sent his gaze down her body to where she rested. Her dress was bunched up around her thighs where her open legs straddled across his midsection. His jeans enclosed hard cock rested against her pussy lips.

  “Or you could slip your panties off, straddle my face and I’ll just lick you.”

  The words ‘I’ll just lick you’ reverberated through her body like the vibration from a giant gong banged with a sledge hammer.