Pure
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Mikhail pulled her close and held her tightly in his arms. “Oh, honey. My father’s death set catalysis of events in motion. One of which was our freedom from having to look over our shoulders for the rest of our life. It also meant that Hugh could go home and see his father.”
“Hmm.” She nuzzled into his neck. “I love our life so much, Mikhail. I’m glad that Dimitri insisted we still change our names once the main threat against us was gone.”
“It’s safer that way,” he mumbled. “I love you wife, and our little bean.” He gently touched her belly and she laughed at the feel of his arousal, strong and pulsing, trapped between them.
“I love you too.” She curled a leg around his hip and gasped at the new position.
Mikhail growled at the back of his throat. “We don’t have time.”
She rotated her hips and made sure that she rubbed him in the right spot to rev his engine.
“You are playing with fire,” he hissed.
“Mmm,” she nibbled his earlobe, “I thought I was playing with you.” Her hand slipped between them where she pressed her palm hard against him before she squeezed him in her fist.
“India!”
She chuckled. “We have to be quick.” Her fingers worked quickly and shoved his pants down past his hips before she pushed him down to the bed. She grabbed her dress up around her waist and climbed onto Mikhail’s huge cock that he held ready for her.
His language was colorful as she settled on him and her flesh quivered when his large hands gripped her naked bottom.
“No panties,” he groaned.
“I always want you, but today I need to feel you inside of me before we leave.” She undulated on him and watched as his eyes rolled. “When we see my father today, I want this fresh in my mind so that I know what I have . . . he intimidates me.”
“Not today he won’t. We’re going there so you can have your say after what he did to you, and to make sure he knows that you’re mine now.” Mikhail gripped her tightly. “We’re together and nothing and no one will separate us.” He slammed his lips to hers and when she thrust her tongue into his mouth he thrust his hips before he flipped her over to her back.
“I need you,” Mikhail growled before he rocked against her. Seconds later his thrusts became stronger and the fire in her belly started to spread throughout her body.
She arched and fastened her legs around his thrusting hips just as her release tore through her. She squeezed him so hard that she felt when he was about to come . . . and then he exploded so hard inside of her that she felt his release as he squirted against her walls.
“Oh God, India. I can’t get enough of you.” He dropped his face into her shoulder. “Every time is so good.”
“Mmm, now I don’t want to go anywhere,” she admitted, threading her fingers through his hair to hold him close.
“The only place I want to go is to bed with you.” He admitted. “But we’re due elsewhere, and we need to get it over with.”
Unfortunately she agreed.
She smacked his naked butt. “Off with you then.”
Chuckling, he rose and after a quick kiss to her nose he slowly withdrew and goose bumps rose on her skin at the sensation.
“Don’t move. I’ll clean you up first.”
She watched him yank his pants up before he grabbed a washcloth from the bathroom.
Her heart was so full of love for the man she couldn’t live without and very soon they would start their new life hundreds of miles away, as Ian and Rosa Voss.
THE END
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28 Days
Excerpt
8 Years Ago
Mid-afternoon
Saige thought her head would explode from the pain as she fought to escape her nightmare-ridden sleep. A groan burst from between her dry lips. Her body shivered. Her naked skin stuck to the hard surface beneath her in a cold sweat. She tried to move her arms, but they refused to budge. Her eyes snapped open and panic rushed through her body as she realized that she was blindfolded. She gave another tug on the restraints that kept her wrists bound, but there was no give. Her heart raced while she tried to remember… Where was she? What was she doing? Who was she with?
An icy fear twisted around her heart—she couldn’t remember anything.
“You’re awake,” his distorted voice was emotionless and cold, chilling her to the bone.
Fear crept down her spine.
Saige, God dammit! Pull yourself together, and think!
A calloused hand caressed her ankle, making her skin crawl. Without any other thought but survival, Saige kicked out quickly, moving her legs and putting as much force as she could into it.
Her right foot connected with hard flesh, followed by a groan and then a long, brittle silence.
“Fucking bitch,” he roared.
He grabbed both her legs and used his body to hold her down while his fingers fumbled to restrain her.
Feeling a sharp prick in her thigh, her strength disappeared and the fight slowly seeped out of her limbs.
“I’m going to make you pay for breaking my nose,” he growled into her ear, “you’ll hurt so badly you will pray for death.”
She began to shake as the fearful images built in her mind.
“That’s right, Saige”—he fastened something around her neck—“you can’t cause any more trouble now.” He laughed, a frightening, manic sound that was almost worse than everything else he was doing to her. She knew the sound would give her nightmares.
“Nothing to say?” His voice was inflamed and hostile.
Panic like she’d never known before welled in her throat as he trailed his fingers down her torso to her feet.
She tried to move away from his touch but the restraints held firm. She wasn’t going anywhere and her stomach turned as realization set in.
He laughed.
Tears seeped into the fabric of her blindfold. As she was pulled into sleep, her last conscious thought was of the man she loved. He’d find her...
6:00am ~ 4 days later
A trail of white mist filled the air in front of Quinten as his breath froze. The cold was unusual for Florida, but they’d been under a cold spell fo
r over a week.
The weather didn’t really bother him as much as the lack of sleep did. He tried to rub the gritty feeling of tiredness from his eyes. His feet were heavy as he moved through yet another section of the forest, ducking and just missing being hit in the face by a stray branch.
He felt crazed, like his mind was trapped somewhere else and he was just a shell searching through the ruins of his life. He’d been this way from the moment Saige’s abandoned car had been discovered along the side of the highway.
Quinten hadn’t been able to just sit back in his small house while his wife, Jocelyn, had been on constant repeat with the vulgar things she spewed. The last straw had been when she casually said Saige Lockwood was probably dead. He’d never wanted to hit anyone as much as he wanted to hit her right then. He hadn’t. Instead he’d told her to pack her bags and be gone by the time he got back—something he should have told her to do three years ago.
Unable to accept that Saige had been taken from him, he’d started his own search. Twenty-seven hours later, he was exhausted and knew he’d have to rest soon or he’d pass out from lack of sleep or lack of nourishment.
The fatigue would explain why, when he took his next step, his feet went out from under him. With a thump he landed on his ass. He scrambled for a foothold as he started to slide down the muddy slope, his arms flailed out as he tried to grab onto a branch to try and slow his momentum. Seconds later, his body jolted painfully as he collided into a wooden shack.
Stunned, Quinten moved into a sitting position, his body aching from the fall. With a quick glance around, he realized the shack was invisible to the naked eye, hidden so deeply in the foliage that he’d have probably missed it if he hadn’t fallen. Walking around to the front, he noticed the shiny lock on the door. It told him he was on the right track, or he prayed he was.
Dropping his knapsack to the ground, he took out his pocketknife and quickly tried to pry the lock open, but it wouldn’t budge. The wood that held the lock was worn, so he stabbed at that and smiled when splinters of wood started to fly off.
He quickly took in his surroundings, which ended up being a big mistake. Pain shot up his arm to his shoulder, radiating throughout his body, as he missed the wood. Blood ran in rivulets down to his hand, dropping on the ground.
The good thing was that he’d gotten the door loose. The bad thing was that if he didn’t stop the flow of his own blood soon, he wouldn’t be of much use to anyone.
Standing back, he kicked the door of the shack open, stumbled inside, and knew he’d never forget the sight that greeted him.
He paused on the threshold as his eyes adjusted to the dim light and his brain tried to ignore the smells that assaulted him. He choked on the horror of it all and staggered toward the wooden table bolted to the middle of the floor. “Saige,” he whispered, his mouth dry, voice broken with the overwhelming grief he felt. She didn’t move and he hesitated before his fingers searched her neck for a pulse. Relief flooded through him...she had one, albeit faint.
The weakness in his body drew his attention to his arm, which he’d forgotten about. He took a quick glance around the shack, and moved to what looked like a workbench. Grabbing an old rag, he wound it around his arm and tied off a tourniquet before he moved back to Saige’s still body.
So much blood.
The leather straps around her ankles and wrists felt new and were stiff and unyielding as his fingers fumbled with the buckles.
He grabbed what looked to be a surgical knife and sawed through the bindings before he moved to her neck. He gulped and swiped at the tears and sweat that blurred his vision. He couldn’t afford tears, they’d have to wait until Saige was safe.
The leather strap around her neck was wide and thick with no give. He was surprised she hadn’t choked to death. But he thanked God that the buckle was easy to work because he sure as hell didn’t want to risk using a knife near her neck.
The leather gave and he hesitated, he had no idea where to touch her because of all the lacerations that covered her body, the majority closed with congealed blood.
He removed the blindfold slowly and placed a kiss to each closed eyelid, relieved that she would now be safe while she slept on.
Shrugging off his long jacket, he covered her with it. His eyes scanned her broken body and he held his breath, praying that he didn’t hurt her further as he lifted her into his arms.
Without wasting any more time, Quinten quickly dashed out of the shack and through the forest. He hadn’t gone far when he needed to catch his breath. He leaned against a tree and looked around carefully, analyzing where he needed to go from there. He used his quick stop to his advantage and called the sheriff to meet them in a clearing not too far from where they were—he needed to put distance between them and the shack.
There was hardly any weight to Saige as he carried her against his chest. His body shook with relief that he’d gotten to her in time, and in fear that the sick fuck would come back before he could get her away.
Nearing the road, Quinten looked down when Saige gave a slight gasp. She was still unconscious, but he didn’t want to risk her waking and struggling in his arms. He spotted a small patch of grass that was free of brambles and underbrush and hurried forward to set her down.
He dropped to his knees and carefully placed her down, hoping that he didn’t cause her any more pain.
She murmured slightly and curled into the warmth of his jacket.
The location he’d given the cops was about a five minute walk from where they were. They’d have to be blind to miss them. He was tempted to go and wait for them. Lead them back to her. But as his eyes wandered over her blood soaked legs, he knew that there was no way he could leave her.
He’d never felt as helpless as he did in that moment, hovered over her unconscious body. A searing rage filled him, knowing that she’d been tortured and left for dead. He wanted to scream out in anger...wanted to hunt the bastard down, but he couldn’t do either. Saige needed him here. He dropped his forehead to hers while he gave in to his fear and anguish, letting his tears fall before they choked him.
“Don’t.” Her whispered word was so quiet he wasn’t sure he heard her. Quinten lifted his head and scanned her face for any sign of her waking. Her eyelids fluttered open for mere seconds before they closed again. He wanted and needed more from her. He needed something to tell him that she was still in there.
But nothing.
“Saige,” his tears choked him as he spoke. “You’re safe now. I won’t let anyone hurt you. I promise.” He caressed her face with frozen fingers, hardly noticing his own condition. “Saige, it’s me.” He softly kissed her lips and noticed that they’d started to turn blue with cold, and as that registered, he became aware of her pulse starting to slow.
Panic coursed through him and chased away his rage. Not knowing what else to do, he lay down beside her, and pulled her into his arms. “Please open your eyes. Don’t give up,” he begged. “I won’t let you...dammit, Saige. I love you, baby.” He wrapped himself around her, willing his warmth and his life into her.
She would make it. She had to. He tried to give her what strength he had left as he slipped off to sleep, thankful he found her in time before she met the same fate as the other five victims.
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Excerpt
Chapter One ~ Thalia
The lumps of the new sofa dug painfully into my back as I wriggled to a new position; equally as uncomfortable as the first. I would never understand how Callie had convinced me to purchase it. I hated it – from the color, a sickly brown; sienna according to the designer, to the numerous lumps and bumps that you couldn’t escape, regardless of how you were sitting on it. It reminded me of the old, beat up sofa in my mom’s sunroom. The very one my uncle had hauled out and deposited in the tree house we’d built behind the tall cottonwoods.
I smiled at the memory. M
y first make out session had happened in that tree house, on that sofa. Ethan. Ethan Rock; the school jock and biggest asshole. He’d sweet talked his way into the tree house with every intention of getting to third base. I’d ended up kneeing him in his junk when my father shouted me from the base of the tree; he’d frightened the shit out of us. Ethan, of course hadn’t spoken to me again, but what a memory.
“Thalia, what the hell are you grinning at?”
“Ethan Rock,” I replied to my roommate Callie, her voice shaking me from the memory.
“Huh, I don’t think I know him. You going to eat this Spaghetti Bolognese?”
I turned my head to look at her and burst out laughing. “Is there any left in the pan?” Her apron seemed to have a hell of a lot of red sauce all over it.
Callie was the world’s worst chef, and always insisted the next meal she cooked would be better than the previous one. That was so not going to happen.
“Ha, funny.”
“When’s it ready?”
“Ten minutes,” she said, before turning back into the small, cramped kitchen.
“Okay.” I hoped I wouldn’t regret eating what she’d made.
I’d met Callie within a couple of weeks of starting our freshman year at college, both of us studying English Literature – close to three years ago. After the summer break we’d be back as seniors. We couldn’t wait to strut our stuff around campus. Shit, who was I kidding? We had it all planned, or at least Callie did. I had no clue as to where I wanted to go, or what I wanted to do, but I figured if I had an English degree, it would open more doors for me, once I’d fully made my mind up.
All I did know was that I wasn’t going home when I graduated next year. I shuddered at the thought.