Get Your Sexy On

by Kimberky Kaye Terry

  who found her again, he no doubt knew everything that was going on in her life.

  She had to do something to throw him off. If she could keep him calm until Mac showed up, if she

  could just do that, she·d be okay. She took a deep breath and smiled up at him.

  ´Who, Mac? He doesn·t mean anything to me. Just another man. No one special,µ she said, giving him

  a purely feminine smile.

  Śomeone to warm the pillow.

  That·s it.µ

  He studied her carefully, and Sienna studiously maintained a look of nonchalance on her face.

  ´You and I might be more alike than I thought,µ he murmured, stroking his hand down her cheek.

  ´Would you like to be my special mujer?µ

  Ít might be something I·d consider.µ

  His grin widened, and, laughing, he said, ´Yes, mi hermosa, you and I will be good together. You will need to come with me, right away. Tonight. Now.µ He moved her hair to the side and placed moist

  kisses along her neck. He pushed away to look at her again. Ésta bien?µ

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  ´D amn it!µ Runninghorse

  cursed.

  Śir, we·ve lost communication with Ms. Featherstone,µ one of his agents, who·d accompanied him on

  the yacht, said into his earpiece.

  ´What do we do?µ

  ´Just hold off. I·m going to the suite,µ he muttered.

  He looked around the crowded room and spotted another

  uniformed man who worked as wait staff.

  He walked over and handed him a silver platter filled with crystal goblets of champagne.

  ´Going to take a piss. Take this,µ he said, handing the man the tray. Without waiting to hear a reply,

  he swiftly left the room.

  ´Do you need us to meet you there, sir?µ

  Ńo. Stay put. I·ll contact you if I need assistance,µ Runninghorse replied quietly.

  ´What about the detective and his partner? Do I let them know that³µ

  Ńo,µ Jake interrupted. Í don·t want him busting in here, fucking up any chance to catch Medeiros.µ

  Jake briskly pushed past a couple, his attention focused on getting upstairs to Medeiros·s suite.

  ´Yes, sir,µ the agent replied, and Jake cut communication.

  Jake·s attention was so focused on getting to Medeiros and Sienna that he didn·t see the uniformed

  man watching him from the opposite side of the room, quietly following.

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  S ienna·s eyes widened with panic. Ńow?µ

  Śí. I have my man waiting to take us. He is in my helicopter.

  It is on the yacht.µ When he saw her

  eyes widen, he continued.

  ´Wealth has many privileges, this is but one. To be able to leave at a given

  notice is necessary, in my line of work.

  ´You will not have to work anymore, querida. You will have whatever your heart desires.

  Your only

  job will be to please me.µ His lust-filled eyes darkened. Ńo one else will dare touch you.µ

  Śpecial?µ she asked, stalling his hands by placing her shaky hands on top of his, trying her best to

  get his mind away from his obvious desire to strip her clothes.

  ´Just like the others. Just like the one you are replacing. You will be mine, to service only me.

  You will

  want for nothing. All of your desires will be fulfilled. Clothes, diamonds, jewels, cars, more wealth than you

  could dream of.µ

  ´The others? You·ve had other special women?µ she asked, moving away from him, casually making

  her way toward the door.

  He stopped her, pulling her roughly into contact with his chest. Placing one long finger under her chin,

  he lifted her face, forcing her to look at him.

  Ńone of them were the right one. None of them appreciated me. They didn·t deserve the things I

  gave them. Took them off the streets, and tried to make ladies out of them.µ He brushed kisses alongside

  her jaw.

  ´You can take a whore out of the streets, but you can·t take the streets out of the whore.µ He laughed

  at his own crude joke. Í gave them so much, but in the end, none of them were worthy.µ

  As he nuzzled her neck, Sienna forced herself to remain calm, to try and lull him into a false sense of

  compliance.

  ´What happened to them? I can·t imagine a woman not wanting to be with you. Who wouldn·t want to be pampered, loved, by a powerful man like you?µ she asked.

  He leaned back and narrowed his eyes, staring at her from his dark, soulless eyes. He studied her for

  so long, Sienna was afraid that she·d overplayed the part.

  Fear beat strongly in her, but she hid it.

  She needed him to believe she was on board with his plans, that she felt disgust at the women he·d

  gotten rid of for not satisfying him.

  When his lips stretched into a lazy half smile, she breathed an inward sigh of relief.

  ´What would you say if I told you they are no longer anyone·s concern? That they got exactly what

  they deserved?µ

  Sienna·s heart thudded, heavily, against her chest.

  Dear God, he was going to admit what he·d done to them. She didn·t want to hear it.

  She knew she should encourage him to continue, to tell her what he did so that the man could get his

  confession taped. But at the moment, she desperately

  wanted to get away from the monster in front of her.

  No amount of wealth or

  expensive, tailor-made clothing could hide the sick monster he was.

  ´They called me an animal. Said I was sick when I requested them to perform certain acts for me.µ

  He was no longer looking at her, but instead his eyes were glazed. He was staring off into space, thinking

  of God only knew what, Sienna thought, shuddering.

  ´What³µ Sienna stopped, but forced the question out. ´What did you want them to do?µ she finished,

  pushing past the repugnance and fear.

  Her question brought his

  attention back to her.

  Í showed them the beauty and pleasure of a woman giving her man what he needs. Pain, when given in measure, results in the ultimate pleasure.µ

  Sienna didn·t, couldn·t, say anything. There would be no deceiving him if she tried to fake her way

  through a semblance of a

  response.

  Śometimes I·d tie them up and eat them out, not allowing them to touch me as I pleasured them.

  They seemed to enjoy that.µ He laughed. Í shoved my cock in their seeping cunts and fucked their tight

  little asses with a dildo, until they begged to come. But it was too soon. And none of them could wait, the

  whores.µ He laughed, his mind far away, remembering his exploits with the women. Í

  wasn·t ready. It took

  more than what they gave for me to come. I·d keep them tied up in my bed for hours, and give them what

  they wanted. Too soon they would cry and beg me to finish it, to let them go. They did not care that I had

  not felt satisfaction. It took so much more than a wet pussy or tight ass to satisfy me.µ

  He tunneled his hand through her hair, his fingers tightening painfully, pulling her close to his body.

  As he spoke, the bulge in his pants grew as he ground his cock against her mound. Sienna bit back a cry

  and closed her eyes, forced to listen.

  Í·d fuck them the way they were used to being fucked. But never did I come. Not until I realized

  what I needed. Can you give me what I need, sweet Sin?µ He stared down at her, his eyes unfocused.

  ´Wha-what do you need?µ

  Spellbound, Sienna stared in helpless fascination as his face twisted. A

  sneer crossed his wide lips. />
  Í need complete trust. Can you trust me, my sinful beauty?µ The sneer stretched his lips wide.

  ͳI don·t know,µ Sienna

  whispered, and gritted her teeth when he pulled on her hair. Pain slammed

  into her when she felt her hair being ripped from her scalp.

  Í require that. I cannot settle for anything else. Not anymore.

  None of the others would allow me to

  give them true pleasure.µ

  His hands released their

  punishing grasp on her hair, only to return to the necklace that now felt like

  a noose. He circled his long, lean fingers around her neck, his thumb at the hollow of her throat, thumbing

  a rough caress back and forth.

  ´When I would try and show them, wanting to gift them with pleasure, they·d fight me. Right before

  unconsciousness, the incredible orgasm, the high is unbearably sweet. Life and death in the balance, the

  pain and pleasure blending, until one is indistinguishable from the other.µ He stopped speaking, closing his

  eyes.

  His eyes dead, not looking at her, he recounted the horrid acts he performed on his

  śpecialµ women.

  How he·d strangled them until he came. But first, he

  desecrated them, showering them in his urine,

  marking them as his. Then, and only then, would he come.

  ´The last one did not trust me.

  In her mistrust, she died.µ He finally said the words she dreaded

  hearing.

  He pulled Sienna unbearably close.

  Ćarlos, please³let me go!µ

  Sienna choked the words out behind the tightening

  constriction of the

  necklace, desperate to break him out of his self-induced trance.

  She wildly pushed against his chest. Finally he opened his eyes, loosening the

  strangulating hold.

  He was speaking to her, looking at her, but his eyes appeared glazed. His face twisted as he recounted the horrid sexual acts he forced the poor woman to perform.

  Ít was inevitable. As it was with all of them, eventually. She, like all the others, was no more good to

  me.µ The left side of his wide mouth hitched in a sneer.

  ´But this will not happen with us. You are no longer afraid, hmmm? You trust me, sí?µ

  As he spoke, he completely loosened his punishing hold and returned to delivering caressing touches

  to her neck, down her throat. He eased all but two more fingers from beneath the necklace and her neck.

  ´They didn·t understand a man with your passions,µ Sienna answered, licking her dry lips, her breath

  now coming out in fast gasps.

  He focused his attention on her, the glazed look easing from his eyes, and smiled.

  Śí, querida, this is what makes you special. I knew I was right about you. You share my

  passions. A

  woman who knows what she

  wants. Who is not afraid of the power and excitement, the true passion of life.

  I cannot tell you how happy I was when my men found you, my sneaky little beauty.µ He scolded her as

  though she were a wayward child, and Sienna felt like throwing up.

  She wasn·t about to smile for him. She couldn·t fake it even if she tried.

  It was all she could do to keep it together around his crazy ass.

  He was a bona fide madman. To think she·d been close to death for so long and hadn·t known it.

  When she·d left the Sweet Kitty, she thought that all she left behind had been stripping for nameless

  horny men who paid to see her nearly nude body gyrate and grind on stage.

  Instead, she·d barely escaped the clutches of the demonic man in front of her.

  She inclined her head in

  response, saying nothing.

  In her mind, she knew she had to convince him to feel

  comfortable with her. Despite the heartpounding

  fear she felt, she had to present an image of a woman who knew the score, and show him she wasn·t the scared little girl he once thought her to be.

  She moved closer to him, ran a caressing hand down his chest, her hand stopping mere inches from

  the bulge straining his pants.

  ´What makes you think I was once frightened?µ She returned the conversation to his earlier question.

  Carlos·s dark eyes glittered with desire, mingled with some other frightening emotion, one that made

  Sienna cringe. She had to divert him from what his lust-filled eyes told her was dominating his thoughts.

  He wanted to fuck her«and hurt her. His ideal way to have sex with a woman.

  She allowed her hands to drift closer to his thick erection.

  ´Do not take it as an insult. It is what drew me to you. Your innocence and your passionate nature at

  war with one another.µ He moved closer, so that her hand was flush against his cock.

  Ńo one understands you, do they, querida?µ

  Í don·t know what you mean.µ

  Sienna barely choked out the words. Her heart was beating fast, her

  skin felt itchy, and she felt perspiration bead her forehead.

  She was overwhelmed and felt completely out of control.

  ´Yes, you do,µ he countered.

  He held her hand over his crotch, guiding it, forcing her to massage his thick, bulging cock beneath

  his pants.

  His words crashed over her; the intimate gesture he was forcing her to perform filled her with revulsion and shame. The type of shame she hadn·t felt since she·d left her days of stripping.

  Unable to hold his gaze, she turned away. Carlos grasped her by the chin, forcing her to look at him.

  ´With me, you are free to be who you are. No pretenses. Sienna Featherstone, or Sinful

  Feathers.

  Quiet schoolmarm, or the

  sensual woman who enjoys

  exposing her body for scores of men.µ

  He brought her resistant face closer. Sienna·s jaw tightened in anger and denial of the words he uttered.

  She was not that woman. There was no duality in her nature.

  She·d stripped because she·d had to.

  She did what she needed to do, to survive.

  That was all there was to it.

  Yet, his words beat at her, relentless, echoing in her mind.

  His tongue struck out, licking the corner of her lips. Á woman who enjoys making me fantasize what

  it would be like to make

  incredibly passionate love to her.µ

  Ćarlos³no³µ He slammed his mouth against hers in a

  punishing clash of lips and teeth.

  Forcing her lips to part, he then shoved his thick tongue deep inside her mouth. For long moments,

  his mouth assaulted hers, and he ground his cock against her groin. His groans were harsh and labored as

  he sucked and pulled at her lips.

  Sienna struggled against

  Carlos·s hold, pounding her fist against his chest, shoving with all her might

  against his body, trying to get away.

  He laughed against her mouth, continuing to plunge his tongue inside it, his lips bruising hers.

  Sienna renewed her struggles, shoving him away with all her strength. Finally she pushed him away,

  stumbling back against a table.

  Śtop it, damn it! What are you doing?µ

  ´What do you mean, what am I doing? I·m taking what·s mine!µ

  ´When did I give you permission to manhandle me?µ she cried out, her chest heaving with her exertions.

  He grabbed her by the hair and hauled her close, whispering,

  ´You gave me permission when you

  agreed to be mi mujer.µ He laughed, his hot breath fanning the hair at her temple.

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  S ienna flinched when she heard a popping sound in her ear.

>   Something had gone wrong with the

  communication device and her fear turned to stone-cold dread.

  Sienna knew that she had to tread lightly with him. She had no idea where Mac or

  Runninghorse was,

  or if they·d get to her before he hurt her.

  She hoped to God the men knew she was in trouble and were on their way. The demented, crazed look in Carlos·s eyes told her he was teetering on the edge.

  When he released her, she stumbled back, watching him warily. He pulled her with him, dragging her

  to the large desk in the corner of the room.

  ´What are you doing?µ She cringed when he yanked harder on her hair, dragging her to the desk in

  the corner of the room.

  He laughed harshly before replying. Ćome now, mi belleza, you did not really think I thought your

  boyfriend would allow you to come here, without

  accompanying you, did you?µ

  ´Wha«µ Her voice faltered when he turned his dark eyes in her direction.

  Śurely, you do not believe I am so stupid. I would not have been able to stay on the top, if I were that ignorant.µ

  He wrenched a drawer open in the desk and withdrew a gun.

  With his hold on her tight, he reached

  inside his suit jacket and withdrew a small phone.

  His eyes trained on her, he pressed a button.

  Ít is time to go. My guest and I will be on deck within five minutes. Be ready to leave,µ he said, and

  pressed another button, ending the call.

  ´Where are we going?µ

  ´You will know when it is time.

  Come on,µ he said, dragging her resisting body along with his, toward

  the door.

  She had to take care of herself, she had to get away from him before he took her wherever he planned to go. She knew it was somewhere no one would be able to find her.

  Her eyes darted around the room, looking for something she could grab and use as a weapon.

  If she

  didn·t locate something, there was no telling what the hell would happen to her.