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  Nodding to the two men on guard duty, he pretended to fumble the lock to his bedroom door open. It was important for these bandits to see him as one of them and that meant he had to blend in. Now that he finally had a woman locked away in his room, they’d accepted him even more. It was time to pretend to take Abby by force again and his stomach lurched in lust rather than with nausea at the thought.

  Sitting on the bed, she stood and backed up against the wall again as he locked the door. Her cheeks were flushed and she avoided his eyes as he headed for the bathroom. Using the toilet, he washed his face and hands free of grime and wiped them with his towel. He caught a faint scent of Abby on the towel and his erection swelled even further.

  If he’d had any decency, he’d jerk himself off then climb into bed beside her and leave her alone. His need outweighed his sense of protectiveness and he stalked back into the bedroom almost angrily. Without a word, he stripped down until he was completely naked then turned the light off. Once more, light from the bathroom illuminated the bedroom.

  Abby swallowed hard when Ryan kept his eyes on her as he’d undressed. His chest and abs were as sculpted as she’d imagined them to be. He was large, well-muscled and perfectly proportioned. His penis was stiff when he angrily stalked over and switched off the light. She’d have happily done anything he wanted. All he had to do was give her a command and she would obey.

  Coming to a stop in front of Abigail, Ryan watched her face. He saw signs of fear in her wide eyes and clenched hands. Loathing himself, he knew he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from taking as much pleasure in her body as he could. “Fight me,” he whispered quietly then took her by the shoulders and kissed her hard.

  Ryan’s tongue invaded her mouth and Abby’s legs almost failed her. She knew he wanted her to resist him, so she struggled free and slapped him so hard that her palm stung. A tiny smile flickered across his face, then he bent and put her over his shoulder. In three strides, he reached the bed and tossed her down. Wrestling her to the bedhead, he straddled her and held her down with his weight alone as he reached over and opened the top drawer of the bedside table.

  Heat pooled between Abby’s thighs when he pulled out two pairs of handcuffs. He cuffed her to the bed with her arms stretched wide. “Use the gag,” she pleaded and his back stiffened. He nodded and reached inside the drawer to pull out the strip of cloth.

  Ryan wasn’t sure why Abby wanted him to gag her, but he suspected it was so she could muffle her cries of disgust. She thought he was doing his best to protect her and she didn’t want to hurt his feelings when he used her body. Even knowing this, he was still rock hard when he gagged her then straddled her body again.

  His hands trembled slightly when he began to unbutton her blouse. It clung to her sweaty skin from the sheer humidity in the room. Opening each button slowly, he spread it open to reveal a lacy white bra that was endearingly virginal. His eyes lingered on the mounds of her breasts for a few moments before he shifted backwards. Popping open the button of her pants, he slid the zipper down.

  He pulled her pants down to her feet and dropped them to the floor then simply stared at her prone body. Her legs were together, hiding her cleft from him. Her panties matched the bra and were white and lacy. He slid them down her legs and tossed them over his shoulder, then moved his hands to the insides of her legs and spread them open as he worked his way up higher. Spread open wide, she was completely revealed to him and he felt the overwhelming need to dip his head and taste her.

  Closing his eyes, he mastered the urge and told himself to stop torturing her and to get this over with quickly. His body had other ideas and his hands reached behind her and undid the clasp of her bra. He freed her breasts and pushed the bra up until it sat around her throat like a lacy necklace. Her breasts were full, round and fit into his palms perfectly. Her eyes had darkened and she was breathing fast. They closed when he lowered his head and drew her nipple into his mouth. It puckered and he sucked her hard, stroking and squeezing her other breast.

  Feeling like he’d come at any second, he slid his hands down her sides, then cupped her ass and lifted her. He hesitated at the opening of her vagina then found the groove of her ass instead. Sweat gathered on his brow as he thrust against her. He’d come very close to entering her that time. Far too close.

  Abby ground her teeth against the gag and held in her groans as Ryan’s mouth tormented her breasts. She was aching with need and if he even brushed her pubic hair once he’d send her to the moon with the strength of her climax. She was nearly there already with her legs spread to either side of his as his prick teased her without penetrating her. It was all she could do not to pump her pelvis in rhythm with him. If she did, if she moved at all, then he would know how badly she wanted him to take her.

  Taking his eyes off Abby’s breasts, Ryan glanced down at her pelvis and again had the overwhelming urge to plunge his tongue deep inside her. It was one invasion he couldn’t condone, yet the image pushed him over the edge. He came and spurted into the blanket beneath her.

  Frustrated with the need to orgasm, Abby closed her legs to hide how aroused she was from Ryan when he climbed off her. She’d almost come when he’d so hungrily looked down at her lower body. Luckily for her, the angle was wrong for him to see how dewy she was. She kept her eyes closed as he unlocked her restraints then climbed off and headed for the shower. Under the cover of darkness, Abby opened her legs wide and furiously rubbed her clit, using her own wetness as a lubricant. She clapped a hand over her mouth to muffle her moans as she came then lay there in the small patch of wetness left from Ryan. She roused herself when the shower shut off and managed to dress herself and climb beneath the covers before he stepped into the room.

  Abby was huddled on her side facing away from him when Ryan shamefacedly slipped into bed beside her. No amount of apologies would ever make up for using her like that again. He only hoped she would never find out about just how selfishly he was using her body as a vessel for his long denied needs.

  It took a long time for Abby to fall asleep. She had only one more night in Ryan’s bed before this would all be over. She just had to hide her desire from him one more time and then they would part ways and they’d never see each other again. She’d led hundreds of covert operations and had performed many difficult tasks that would have broken a lesser woman. Surely she could get through just one more night without giving away her true emotions.

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  Chapter Nine

  Excitement was high with the impending arrival of their boss. Diego was almost a figure of legend among the bandits. Like all of them, he’d begun with nothing. He’d worked his way up from a street urchin without a cent to his name into a man who owned the streets. Still only in his early forties, he was worth hundreds of millions of dollars, lived in a secret mansion somewhere near Rio and had a harem of beautiful women at his beck and call. He’d never forgotten his origins or the people who had made his wealth possible. He travelled frequently, visiting the compounds and personally thanking his hard workers. He gave each of them an annual bonus based on their accomplishments.

  It was ironic to Ryan that he would likely get a sizable bonus from the man that he was planning on murdering. He’d organized scams that had raked in hundreds of thousands of dollars for their team. Most of the money would be handed over to Montoya, but they kept a small percentage for themselves. Most of it was spent on drugs, alcohol and hookers whenever they visited Rio. Ryan gave his proceeds to the needy. He had more than enough money stashed in offshore accounts and he’d want for nothing when his job was done.

  For the first time in two years, he had to revise that thought. Maybe he would want for something after all. He might put an end to Montoya, but he would still be wifeless and alone. He found himself craving female companionship again. Immediately feeling guilty of his betrayal to his wife, Ryan pushed such useless wishes aside. Maybe he’d be able to let Miranda’s memory rest when his mission was done. For now, he had to
concentrate on getting through the day and one more night with Abby in his bed.

  For once, he found his job of gathering protection money to be helpful rather than distasteful. It occupied his mind and kept him too busy to spend more than a few moments at a time thinking about Abby’s flawless body. He didn’t know the real reason why she was in Brazil or even if she really did have a boyfriend. He only knew that she was brave and beautiful and that she was counting on him to keep her safe.

  At the end of the long, hot day, he brooded during the drive back to their compound. His morose silence made his driver glance at him nervously. Alejandro wasn’t much of a talker, but his mood seemed darker than usual. No one had heard a peep from the mysterious brunette that he’d sequestered in his room two nights ago. Some of the men had whispered about breaking into his room and tasting the white woman’s delights. The driver hoped no one had been stupid enough to try it. Alejandro would gut them for daring to touch what belonged to him.

  Just one more night, Ryan told himself when they reached the compound. In twenty-four hours or so, this would all be over and he would finally be free to return home. Or at least to return to his home country. He’d have to avoid Washington, of course. If Trevor caught wind that he was in the city, he’d have a very slim chance of escaping from his old boss.

  Eating the meal that Carlotta gave him, Ryan pretended to drink several beers but finally found the draw of Abigail to be too much. He had to see her naked again and to have her beneath him just one last time.

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  Chapter Ten

  Abby waited for the sun to set before she took a shower. With the arrival of night, the temperature dropped slightly, making the air more breathable. It was her favorite time to bathe. Tying her hair into a ponytail, she stepped into the bathroom and undressed.

  A few minutes later, she cocked her head to the side. The noise of the shower didn’t quite cover the sound of someone moving around in the bedroom. Her breath caught when she thought that Ryan had returned early for once. Turning off the water, she turned just as the door banged open.

  Instead of seeing her captor, a stranger leered at her wet, naked body. The man was naked as well. He was short, squat and had a beer belly that looked like he’d swallowed a beach ball. His dick was puny, but erect. He stroked himself as he grinned at her through rotten teeth.

  “I’m going to fuck you in every hole,” he promised her in broken English.

  Abby stepped onto the old towel that she’d used as a bathmat. Rage flared at the threat of rape and she shut her emotions down before they could take control. Things could get very messy when she let her emotions get the better of her. “Come and take me then,” she invited and stood provocatively with her legs apart and her hands on her hips.

  Lust shone in the bandit’s yellow tinged eyes. He was killing himself with alcohol and drugs, but they were the least of his problems. Abby was about to make sure that he wouldn’t die from liver failure, or any other illness for that matter.

  Unable to believe that the beautiful brunette actually wanted him to fuck her, the man rushed forward with his hands outstretched to grab her tits. He came within three feet of her then doubled over when her foot connected with his gonads. Groaning in agony, he fell and didn’t stand a chance of defending himself as her forearm swung towards his throat.

  Abby stepped back as the man clutched his balls and throat, gasping for air and not getting any. She’d crushed his windpipe and only emergency surgery could have saved him. She watched dispassionately as his legs kicked for a few minutes as his face turned purple. Shifting him onto his side a few moments before he expired, she slid the old towel beneath him as his bowels gave way in a smelly brown and yellow gush.

  Corpses were rarely pretty and this one was uglier than most. It took her a few minutes to clean up the mess he’d made when his bowels had loosened. Washing the towel, she hung it over the shower rail then bundled the dead man into the corner. Death made him heavy and it took some effort to position him so he was sitting up. She pushed his head forward to hide the damage to his throat and put his hands over his bruised testicles. Stepping back, she examined him critically. To the casual observer, he looked like he’d passed out after drinking too much. It would take a keen eye to notice that he wasn’t breathing.

  The entire encounter had taken less than ten minutes and Abby left the bathroom and crossed to the now unlocked bedroom door. She peeked into the hallway and no one was in sight. The two guards had stepped outside to take a smoke and apparently her attacker had taken the opportunity to pay her a visit. No one knew that he’d entered Alejandro’s room and hopefully he wouldn’t be missed anytime soon. If anyone had been watching through a hole in the bathroom wall, she’d have already been executed. She was safe, for now.

  Taking another shower to wash off any evidence of the murder, Abby dried herself off, dressed and sat down on the bed to wait for Ryan. The dead man offered her his silent, unwelcome companionship until the doorknob finally turned. She had plenty of time to mull over the fact that she had broken her vow not to kill again. It was either kill him or allow herself be violated. She hadn’t really had a choice, but Abby’s conscience bowed beneath the burden of yet another death at her hands.

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  Chapter Eleven

  Finding his bedroom door already unlocked, Ryan’s heart leaped into his throat. Expecting to find Abby’s well raped corpse lying on the bed, he quietly exhaled in relief when he pushed the door open and saw her sitting up and watching him. She wasn’t showing any signs of abuse, yet something had upset her. Her face was drawn and her eyes were shadowed. They cut towards the bathroom door and he nodded once in response.

  Closing and relocking the door, he walked over to the bathroom and flicked the light on. He saw the naked corpse of one of the bandits propped up in the corner and closed the door. At first glance, it looked like the outlaw had simply passed out. The grayish tone of his skin told him the truth.

  Ryan crouched beside the dead man and examined his body. It took only a few seconds to piece together what had happened. Abby had been attacked and had managed to either kick or knee the man in the groin. She’d used her elbow or possibly her forearm to crush his throat. The only question he had was whether she’d killed the man by accident or on purpose.

  Leaving the corpse where it was for now, he stepped beneath the shower and noted the old towel handing over the shower rail. Still dripping wet, it bore the faint stains of excrement, presumably made by the dead man. Ryan’s admiration for Abby grew. Not only had she defended herself, she’d cleaned up the mess as well.

  A dead man in the bathroom was a definite mood killer, but his cock grew hard the instant he stepped out of the bathroom and saw Abby kneeling on the bed. Totally naked, her hands gripped the rail. Her knees were wide open and she silently invited him to mount her. Saliva pooled in his mouth and he swallowed it down.

  Moving to the end of the bed, he couldn’t take his eyes off her. He didn’t know what was going on inside her head, but there were no telltale signs of arousal yet. This would be their last time together and he suddenly felt the need to bring her pleasure. Taking another long look at her, he committed the sight of her naked and on her knees to his memory then switched the light off. He’d only left the bathroom door open a sliver, just enough to let a trickle of light into the bedroom.

  Abby heard Ryan disrobe and the mattress protested when he knelt behind her. “I need you to take that memory away from me, please,” she whispered when he leaned forward and put his hands on her breasts.

  Lust surged through Ryan as he realized what she was asking. The attack had traumatized her and she needed him to replace it with something far better. “I’ll try,” he whispered back and pushed her head down until her cheek was pressed up against the mattress.

  With her ass in the air and her legs spread open, Abby was completely exposed to Ryan. She’d shut her emotions down when she’d killed the thug, but her mental walls b
roke when her captor’s hands fondled her breasts gently then he pressed his hard length against her vagina and rocked against her. He ran a hand down her torso, across her abs to her clit. He slid a finger inside her and she wished it was his penis instead. He fingered her hard and she soon became slick with her juices. Pulling his finger out, he rotated her clit in a slow, lazy circle.

  Helpless to stop herself, Abby moved her pelvis backwards and forwards, moaning quietly as Ryan drove his cock against her opening without quite entering her. He continued to rub her clit in a maddening circle. Shifting her weight, she took them both down onto their sides. Ryan made a sound of surprise when she took him in her hand and pressed it hard against her clit. He thrust his hips against her ass as she slid him against her and stroked his shaft at the same time. His hands mounded, squeezed and flicked her nipples then he rolled until he was on his back and she was lying on top of him. Using his shaft as a dildo, she rubbed it against her pussy, moaning in need and grinding her ass against him.

  Abby felt Ryan’s shaft stiffen even more and then he was spurting into her hand. Before she could give a groan of disappointment, he flipped her onto her stomach and drew her up to her knees again. With her face on the mattress and her legs wide apart, she was in the exact position that they’d first started in.

  Lying on his back with Abby’s knees on either side of his head, Ryan levered himself up on his elbows and ran his tongue along Abby’s opening. She convulsed and gave a strangled moan. She was dripping wet with need and he used his fingers to spread her lips apart then lapped at her. Bucking against him, she pressed her face into the mattress as he delved deep inside her with his tongue. Finding her clit, he circled it then flicked it rapidly with the tip of his tongue. Using two fingers, he drove them deep into her and she instantly began to rock against him, moaning deeply in her throat. With a few strokes of his fingers and tongue, he took her over the edge, spiraling her into an orgasm that left her spent.