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“Yes, Sir, please, please, Sir,” she wailed, unable to hold back the desperate plea.
As he grasped her hips, jerked them up, and plunged into her warmth, she buried her head in the pillow and let out a long, loud, grateful cry. But she was soon gasping as he vigorously pummeled her pussy, and when he quickened his pace, she could feel her orgasm building.
“Do you want to come?” he growled, slapping her ass and moving his hard hand from cheek to cheek.
“Yes, yes, please, can I?”
“Fuck, yeah,” he replied huskily. “Come for me now!”
The powerful orgasm rocketed through her body, sending sparkling sensations cascading through her limbs. Wave after shuddering wave sent her head spinning, and though she could hear his deep groans, they seemed far away. As the spasms waned and she fell limp on the soft, cool sheets, she was barely aware of him slipping out, then his arms moved around her and she melted into his hold.
“Bianca, I really do love you.”
“And I love you, Nick,” she managed breathlessly, then shifted around to face him. “I can’t believe something so amazing has come out of something so awful.”
“You’ve been holding back,” he said softly. “You have to tell me everything.”
“I know,” she mumbled with a heavy sigh. “Just let me catch my breath.”
* * *
Sitting in his car, Mike had kept his eyes on the door of the restaurant where he’d seen the evildoer take his beautiful Bianca. People came and went, but there had been no sign of her. Glancing at his watch, he let out an annoyed grunt. Two hours had passed since her arrival, but as he raised his eyes his prayers were answered. Though the street lamps didn’t offer much light, her new blonde haircut made her easy to spot. As she climbed into the Porsche, he started up his car, but as the expensive SUV pulled out into the road, another larger SUV fell in behind it.
Cursing under his breath, he began following, and as he started up the dark, twisting-turning canyon, his plan to zip past, then cut in front proved impossible. Telling himself he’d park on the side of the road and run through the gates when they started up the driveway, he tried to keep pace, but around a particularly sharp bend he almost lost control. Cursing loudly and grappling with the wheel, he was finally able to straighten out of the fishtail, but as he looked ahead he didn’t see any taillights. Then suddenly he spotted the Porsche’s red taillights on a viewpoint overlooking the valley below, and to his great relief, he didn’t see the other SUV.
God had stepped in.
It was time to save his beautiful Bianca.
Switching off his headlights, he slowly approached, rolled to a stop, then lifted his weapon from the glove compartment.
“Thank you, God,” he murmured, then climbing from the car and quietly closing the door, he crouched down and moved forward.
“Stop right there, Mike!”
As powerful headlights flashed in his face, he was momentarily blinded and grabbed from behind. In spite of his size and furious resistance, his attackers managed to cuff his wrists behind his back, but refusing to surrender, he charged blindly forward, crashing into a man in front of him and sending him tumbling to the ground.
A bullet hit the dirt at his feet and brought him to sharp stop.
“Stay where you are or the next one’s in your fucking heart.”
Mike froze.
It had been Lorenzo Albertini’s voice.
“We need to save Bianca,” Mike pleaded as his boss moved toward him, almost a silhouette in the bright lights behind him. “She’s in that Porsche with an evildoer. Are you here saving her too?”
“Ah, I see,” Lorenzo muttered as his men swiftly removed the weapon from Mike’s hand and gripped his bulging arms on either side. “Yes, Mike, you don’t have to worry. She’s safe now. Come into my car. We need to talk.”
Staring across at the Porsche as they led him across to a long, sleek limousine almost invisible in the dark night, Mike noticed the interior light had been switched on, and his beautiful Bianca was pulling off a short blonde wig. She hadn’t cut off her lovely long hair after all. She’d been wearing the wig hoping to fool the demon and his minions. Tears of gratitude and relief filling his eyes, he stared up at the bright, twinkling stars, silently thanking God for sending her father to save her.
* * *
“It sure felt good to get that wig off,” Cindy remarked as Brad drove the Porsche a short distance up the canyon road. “I was worried there for a minute. I thought Big Mike was going to get away.”
“I can’t help feeling sorry for him,” Brad said, slowing to a stop behind the Explorer. “I wonder what sent him over the edge. Do you want me to follow you back to the house?”
“No, I’m fine. You should get back. You know how much John hates nursing a soda at a bar.” Then pausing, she added, “Don’t you ever wonder where Nick gets all his great ideas?”
