Carreon bared his teeth at the intractable old fool, wondering what Liz would think if she saw her father now or the gouges he’d put in the walls.
She definitely wouldn’t like it. He recalled how she’d fought Zeke, her actions telling Carreon what he already knew. Because of her father, she belonged to him, always would. She was his property to do with as he pleased…just as soon as he had her back.
Her homecoming unfurled in his mind.
He saw himself bringing her to the foyer, the most public area of his stronghold. There, in full view of his remaining lieutenants, he bent her over one of the credenzas, ordering Liz to lift her ass. She clutched the lip of the furniture, staring at her reflection in the mirror, watching him push her skirt to her waist. He took his time lowering her thong, wanting her to appreciate what was about to happen, to anticipate his every move.
In the past, expectation had always made her wet and more submissive.
With the underwear at her ankles, he directed Liz to spread her legs, her ankles straining against the thong’s silk. Positioned at her side—so his men had an unrestricted view of the proceedings—Carreon ran his hands over her garters, the lacy tops of her stockings, the dimples above her ass, the furrow between her cheeks.
She gasped. He ordered her to silence.
Each touch, every moment spent preparing her for the inevitable heightened her arousal and apprehension. He knew she was wondering if tonight he’d deliver nothing more than pleasure. Or would there be pain first?
Making her wait for an answer, he separated her vaginal lips, his fingers circling her clit all while listening to the newest sounds she made. That of a helpless female ensnared by her master. Keeping her guessing as to his intent, he concentrated on her anus. His probing of the pink ring was delicate, almost playful. He gripped her cheeks, pulling them apart, inviting his men to regard her tightest opening, to touch it.
One after the other did, growing familiar with the most hidden part of her, adding to Liz’s subservience.
He asked, “Do you like that?”
She regarded his reflection in the mirror, her expression exposing her uncertainty. Should she say yes, would that please him? Or would no be a better answer?
Her silence was always the best response. It proved her unease and vulnerability.
He murmured, “You’ve been bad.”
She dug her nails into the credenza’s wood, a clear sign she knew what was coming.
How satisfying it was to play with her trust, letting Liz know that whatever happened tonight, it would be his decision to make, hers to endure.
Her skin grew increasingly moist with perspiration. Her breathing accelerated.
“You need to be punished,” he said. “Tell me you do. Beg for it.”
She seemed unable to speak.
He pressed his fingers into her ass, demanding an answer.
Head bowed, she whispered, “Yes…please.”
It was a game they played, the words always the same, with Liz feeding Carreon’s need for dominance and her desire for obedience. He demonstrated it as he whipped her, the pain of each blow registering on her face, her mouth hanging open, her chest rising and falling as she gulped air at the resultant stings.
Only when his arm ached did he stop, mounting her in front of his lieutenants, taking her vaginally, then anally before turning her over to them. Ordering her to submit, to offer each of her openings to the men until they tired of the acts.
Carreon’s cock thickened with his fantasy. His balls were so sensitive he didn’t risk shifting his weight, not wanting his clothing to brush against his sac. It had been too long since he’d taken Liz. Never again would he allow her to deny him as she had these past months. Never again would he let her leave his sight. She was too valuable to his operation.
Already, he’d lost ten of his men with more to follow because Liz wasn’t here to heal them. Those who weren’t yet dead remained where Zeke’s people had attacked them, lying in their own blood as they waited for a healer.
“Wake up,” Carreon growled at her father, kicking the mattress.
The older man’s body jerked with the assault. His lids parted to mere slits, then slid back down.
With no more tolerance, Carreon grabbed Munez’s shoulders, shaking him as he would a disobedient child. The elderly man’s head flopped from side to side, the effects of the drug keeping him from responding.
A cry of frustration tore from Carreon’s throat. Trembling with rage, he stepped back, fighting to control himself before he murdered the man. In time, Munez would wake. Then he’d do whatever Carreon demanded, that was if he wanted his daughter rescued from Zeke’s clan.
Zeke saw Liz’s desire. Her acceptance of what this night would bring was in her heightened color, parted lips and blurred expression.
Just the beginning. Zeke intended to do more than simply gratify her lust. He wanted to reach the depths of Liz’s mind, going beyond it to the core of her being. A place Carreon hadn’t touched. One Zeke sensed no man had.
He would and wasn’t about to wonder why it was so important to him. Nor would he dwell on the fact that until now he’d simply enjoyed women, pairing with Gabrielle’s mother only because she carried his child. It wasn’t that he hadn’t respected or liked her. He had. However, love—at least the version of it that brought a man to his knees, giving him a reason for living—had never been in the equation. Zeke had reserved the intensity of those feelings for his daughter, his parents, Jacob.
His brother sat behind Liz on the bed, holding her wrists to her belly in one hand so her breasts were still bared, accessible to a man’s touch. With his legs, he’d separated hers, keeping them apart, presenting her vulnerable sex to Zeke.
A moment ago, she’d whimpered at Jacob suckling her throat. Although Zeke relished the sound, he wanted to heighten this experience for Liz, and so he’d told Jacob to keep her quiet by filling her mouth.
His baby brother hadn’t needed additional instruction. He slipped his tongue between her lips. Liz’s moans turned to muffled gurgles as Jacob’s kiss grew indecent, drawing her attention away from what Zeke aimed to do.
Moving between her legs, he brushed her delicate curls, watching her buttocks tightening in response. Jacob must have felt Liz’s reaction—he drew his calves back, forcing her thighs to open as much as they could, letting Liz know her body was no longer hers. In this room during the coming hours, it belonged to the Neekoma brothers.
The soft swell of her belly wiggled prettily. Her skin was rosy with carnal need, her vaginal lips pouty and slick, prepared to satisfy a male’s appetite.
Taking what he wanted, giving Liz what he knew she desired, Zeke worked three of his fingers into her cunt.
The world seemed to pause. If heaven existed, Zeke figured this had to be it. He shivered at the wet, tight hold of her body, its astounding heat. She moaned around Jacob’s tongue. Zeke’s brother acknowledged her pleasure by cupping Liz’s breast and squeezing her tender flesh while dragging his thumb over her nipple.
Her panting accelerated, growing noisier.
Zeke wouldn’t be satisfied until the sounds she made were out of control, matching his passion. Leaning down, he inhaled deeply. She smelled sweet from her perfume, musky and shameless from him having already used her. He licked the top of her slit.
She gasped.
Jacob pressed his arms and legs against her, keeping Liz imprisoned.
For me. Only me.
The thought happened without prompting. Again, Zeke had no intention of mulling over it. He lapped her repeatedly, tasting the mild saltiness of her natural lubrication and the remnants of his come. She tightened her sheath around his fingers, coaxing them deeper. She lifted her hips as well as she could to bring her clit closer to his mouth.
With conscious intent, Zeke ignored her nub, licking her folds instead. He pulled at her brown curls with his teeth, playing with her.
Jacob added to her torment, running his hand over he
r breasts to her belly, then back to her nipples, his kiss growing savage, insatiable.
Liz’s chest pumped. Her toes curled. She whimpered and moaned.
Still not enough.
She’d shown Zeke her power and now he had to let her know his. To bring her pleasure in a way she’d never experienced…to prove his gratitude. She’d healed his brother. She’d saved him. She was a good woman, her heart kind, her motives straightforward, needing her father to be safe.
However, she wanted something more…to lie with him, her enemy.
Zeke had no doubt of the unspoken attraction that continued to draw them together. He’d lived it at Carreon’s mansion when he’d been deep within her, then on the way here as he held Liz close. Moments he wouldn’t have traded for the promise of safety…the feelings were too precious. Not the wisest choice for him to consider, but there it was. Since Gabrielle’s death, he’d been so lost. So fucking alone. There had been many women to fill his nights, females who would have done anything he asked, desiring him as much as Kele did Jacob.
Zeke had enjoyed their pliant mouths, ripe bodies, heated channels. He’d treated them with kindness but never passion like this. It burned within him for a woman he shouldn’t desire, but couldn’t seem to resist. Didn’t want to.
With the tip of his tongue, he touched her clit at last, delighting in its flavor, rigidity and the small hood above it.
Liz grunted. She wiggled her body as best she could, her agitation telling him she had to have more.
Zeke wasn’t about to deny her or himself. He fastened his mouth on her cunt, suckling and licking her nub while his fingers stretched her sheath, preparing it for his cock. Before dawn arrived, she’d know it better than she could have imagined. He’d make Liz forget her people, everything that had happened before this night. When he was finished with her, she wouldn’t want to go back.
He couldn’t let her.
His gut twisted, snatching his breath at the decision he’d already made. The only one he could. If she returned, Carreon would use her gift to heal his lieutenants and return them to battle so they could annihilate Zeke’s people. How could he allow that? How could he live with the knowledge of Carreon mounting Liz at his leisure, taking everything from her with the empty promise that her obedience would buy her father’s safety? Not forever, but for a little while. Then he’d kill her just as Zeke’s visions had shown.
Uh-uh. No damn way. He couldn’t allow anyone to harm Liz. She’d fight him, of course, arguing against him keeping her here, realizing finally that she had no say in the matter. In this stronghold, he ruled. She might end up hating him, perhaps betraying—
Don’t.
A hopeless future wasn’t what Zeke intended to think about now. He wasn’t going to ruin this time with worry. There had to be a way to make this right, to keep both of them happy. For now, though, he had a woman to satisfy. His woman.
Claiming her with his heart and actions, Zeke teased her clit with his tongue, his movements so quick and intense they caught her off guard. Liz stiffened, then relaxed only to tense once more, signaling her coming orgasm.
It broke within seconds, her body shuddering with its impact, strengthening their connection.
She’d yielded too readily to Zeke, guessing she was no different from all the women he’d known. Only a remarkable female, or an insane one, would have been able to resist his male appeal. He was so freaking masculine, from his scent to the strength and heat of his body. Having him use her, having both Neekoma brothers take what they willed, was unlike anything Liz had predicted. They both dominated, but Zeke also cherished, desiring her in a way Carreon never had. With him, sex had always been about power and eventually humiliation and pain, not mutual satisfaction.
On her next wanton cry, Jacob deepened his kiss, ensuring her silence.
Fuck that. She made a particularly base sound, determined to push his buttons, see what he would do.
Jacob’s lips moved against hers in what felt like a smile. He certainly wasn’t timid as he fondled her breasts, squeezing each, then pulling on her nipples.
If he thought giving in to his basest desires was going to tame her, he was dead wrong. As long as she felt treasured, Liz liked her sex uncivilized.
Zeke knew. He thumbed her clit harder than before. New sensations coursed through Liz, threatening to overwhelm. It didn’t seem to be enough for Zeke. To make certain he aroused her fully, he worked his fingers in and out of her cunt, mimicking an impassioned screw.
A swarm of feelings rose so fast, they caught Liz by surprise. She tried to close her legs, unable to endure another climax, with this one promising to be more forceful than the last. Jacob wouldn’t allow it. He pushed his calves against her thighs, demanding she remain exposed.
To hell with that. She twisted her wrists within his hand.
He held them more firmly, not enough to leave bruises, but there wasn’t any way Liz could get free. With lazy strokes, Jacob explored her breasts, his palm rubbing her nipples, his hand then dipping to her navel, her bush, her clit.
Oh God no. Together, he and Zeke teased her tiny nub. The top of Liz’s head tingled. Her cunt ached for release. She came again, this orgasm shattering through her. Tearing her mouth from Jacob’s, Liz struggled to breathe.
On a gasp, she begged, “Stop, please.”
Zeke didn’t miss a beat, continuing to use her body, his actions saying he, not she, called the shots. Jacob was no different, suckling her throat, abandoning her clit so he could play with her nipples as though they were his newest toys.
Liz whined, “Dammit, stop.”
“Why?” Zeke asked. “I’m fine. Great, in fact. How about you, Jacob? Are you getting tired?”
His brother plucked at the tip of her left nipple. “Nope. Not even close.”
Bastards. She tried to frown and couldn’t quite manage it.
Zeke straightened but didn’t stop rubbing her clit. Liz’s legs jerked with the residual feelings he generated. With his face close to hers, he murmured, “Is that a smile I see?”
Maybe.
Jacob leaned to the side so he could see her face. “I think it is.”
Liz liked his teasing too, though she wasn’t about to let on. “You’re wrong.”
“Then we’ll have to do something about that.” Zeke removed his fingers from her cunt. “On your hands and knees.”
Jacob released his hold on her and moved to the side so she could follow his brother’s directive.
Liz didn’t, not just yet. She lifted her chin, challenging Zeke’s command.
Rather than argue, he left the bed, shaking the mattress with his departure. For one awful moment, Liz feared he’d walk out the door without a backward glance, leaving her to wonder if he’d come back.
“She doesn’t follow orders very well, does she?” Jacob asked.
Liz ignored him, keeping her attention on Zeke.
He seemed to enjoy that. She saw a flash of deepening interest cross his face and had to wonder what was going through his mind. Was he thinking how he might make her docile? Uh-uh. Somehow, Liz knew Zeke wouldn’t enjoy that type of woman.
She waited for his next command, which she might or might not follow, wanting to continue this game until both of them won.
Zeke allowed the silence to lengthen, with it becoming more intriguing than uncomfortable. And then he stepped back toward the door, renewing her earlier concern that he’d take off. Heat stung her skin. Just as quickly, more uncertainty caused it to go cold. Did he want her to acquiesce? Was he tired of playing? Whether he was or not, Liz wasn’t about to let him leave. All they had was tonight.
Not that she could tell him that or how much she craved him. Whatever road they were going down wasn’t going to last. Torn, she struggled for something to say.
Zeke beat her to it. “No, she doesn’t obey very well,” he said in answer to Jacob’s question. “But she will.” He released the metal button on his jeans and pulled down the zipper, its ra
sp sounding loud. The denim fell away from his body, revealing the edge of his pubic hair, the promise of his balls and cock.
With one shove, he had the jeans past his knees, the garment falling at his feet, his shaft bouncing out, already erect. Stepping out of the jeans, he cradled his rod, running his thumb over the mouthwatering head. Pre-come gleamed within the tiny slit at the top.
“You do what I say,” he warned, “or you don’t get this.”
He stood before her as a marauder would from ancient times. A man who suffered no disobedience from his woman, who bent her to his will and kept her beneath his body at night, a prisoner to his lust.
With each new wave of warmth that battered her, Liz knew she was blushing badly, though not from embarrassment. Everything that made her female responded to Zeke’s nudity, the effortless power he exuded, the kindness she recognized beneath his intimidating exterior.
Like a good girl who’s not about to push her man too far, Liz went to her hands and knees, facing Zeke, unwilling to let him out of her sight for a minute.
He watched her breasts sway with her movements. He studied her expression, no doubt wanting to read her thoughts. How much she hungered for him.
Jacob didn’t seem to notice the dynamics going on between them. If he did, he pretended not to care. The bedsprings squealed as he moved behind her.
“No,” Zeke said, more a reprimand than an order.
Jacob went still, then huffed. “No?”
Zeke approached the bed, tension evident in his powerful body and each of his steps. “I mount her first.”
“And why is that?” Jacob asked.
Sensing a fight coming on, Liz answered, “Because I’m going to suck your balls and cock while your brother’s inside me, preparing me for your use.”
Zeke studied her, his expression unreadable, and then he spoke to Jacob. “Would you deny the lady?”
“Please don’t,” Liz said, glancing at him.
Jacob’s irritation hung on for a moment, then drained away. He left the bed but remained at its side, his knees touching the mattress. “Turn around and face me,” he ordered her.
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