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To be honest, the blood looks good on her, powers up my sadistic soul. I concentrate on that part of me because if I can’t keep this hard-on going, our captors are going to make me do worse things to her. I go behind her, and whisper. “You be good for me.” I pause, because I’m going to break myself if I don’t ask her this. I say softly, “I need you to tell me a yes here, please. That, yes, you want this. It’s for me, so doing this to you doesn’t rip me in two.”

“Yes,” she says, though there’s a coarseness to it as the vibe does its work on her clit. “Yes, yes, yes. Please!”

I spear into her in one brutal stroke, using my spare hand for the vibe. The vibrations run through to my dick with every stroke, every penetrating drive, each time I bury myself deep in her. I let those in, let those echoed thrums harden me more.

It doesn’t take long for me to build to a climax because this is my show. Once I come, I’m done with this set-up scene, and she will be freed.

Then I come and jet into her, listening to her keening as she joins me in climax, and I sink my teeth into her neck.

When I withdraw and step away, my legs are as shaky as hers must be. I switch off the vibe and drop it. I want to go to her to comfort her; every atom in my body needs this more than ever.

Yet I can’t show that I care for her. Or not much. It will give them a weakness to lever at. It might make them wonder if this film is a deterrent.

“We’re done here, little fucktoy,” I say loudly then I wipe my mouth with the back of my wrist. Feels like I’m wiping away the bad taste of this scene. If only I could.

“Good man,” Shawn drawls. “Kneel. Put your hands behind you, and don’t move fast at all, so we don’t have to fuck you up with a wee bullet in your cranium.”

I do as I’m told. I kneel and wait, and they cuff me then take me to the wall and chain me there.

I’m expecting them to untie Juniper, then return us to the room, instead they surround her. My heart starts thumping louder as if it expects something bad to happen. But it’s only when they start talking that I truly know the horrors have started.

“Which hole do yer want, Zasha? Toss you for her ass? Poor little girl. Thought she could chase after us and get away with it.”

I cannot help her. All I can do is bow my head and try not to hear her cries.

My fists are clenched, I realize. Going to kill you both, deader than dead. Somehow.

Now I understand why she had to kill Nathan.

26

Tomás

Took them a few hours to come and retrieve me. I couldn’t get loose without sawing down the palm tree I was chained to, so I passed the time hoping Aaron and Juniper will forgive me. I’m not sure I would forgive me.

And also, by trying to decide how I’m going to find them again and get us all out of this mess. Zasha and Shawn are very likely the men we were chasing, only they got to us first.

How?

We told no one. The cops never discovered the link between Juniper and Nathan’s murder.

All they could know is she knew Riley and maybe that she is horribly curious about men’s cocks. Was that enough to get us grabbed?

They have other information, somehow. It could have been that hacker Aaron employed, or they might have bugged our room, or the table we sat at during the pool event. Or our car.

By the time one of Karsten’s men arrives and introduces himself, I am certain we were bugged, and that we were careless. These rich men have resources. Throw some money about to get some high-tech equipment? Easy. Or they might have other ways, other resources.

“Hi there. Got yourself in a bit of trouble, mate?” The moonlight shines off this man’s short dark hair, off the key in his hand as he goes to unlock the cuffs at my back. “There ya go. Karsten said you’d be glad to come with me. He wants a meeting. And he said if you aren’t glad, to say there is an incentive you will love.”

I stand up then rub my sore wrists as I assess this man with the easy-going attitude, who thinks this is nothing out of the ordinary.

“This way to the car.” Then he turns his back on me and heads off under the palm-trees rustling against the pale gray sky.

He. Turns. His back on me.

Crickets are cricketing. Bats are flitting about. The waves are still tumbling in behind me, murmuring to the sand. And I’m being awfully poetical and slow.

I haven’t got a weapon to shoot this guy in the ass with, so I follow him.