by Bella Juarez
“What’s wrong, baby?” Izzy asked, stroking his chest.
“Nothing, angel, I’m working through a problem,” Alex said, pulling her close and kissing her.
Alex inhaled and his cock stirred. They hadn’t had sex since they had left Istanbul. The trip to Stockholm had been exhausting and all the things that had to be done after they arrived left them wiped out by the end of the day. Alex kissed Izzy again, deeply, more aggressively. She wrapped her arms around him and she released one of her low, sensuous moans as he pushed her onto her back.
“What do you want?” Izzy giggled as he nipped at her throat.
“You, angel, just you.”
“Mmm, I want you, too.”
Alex ran his lips over Izzy’s throat and upper chest. He slid his hands underneath the tank she was wearing, wanting to indulge himself on her soft skin. She was already in tune to his desires because she shifted and pulled off her top. He loved her scent and taste. His mouth started to water as he licked and nipped at her skin. She arched into his hands as he found her full breasts and started gently kneading and tweaking her nipples, making her scream in delight.
“Alex, please. I can’t wait,” Izzy cried.
“Yes, you can, angel. Think about how good it’ll feel when we finally get there,” Alex whispered against her skin.
“Why do you do this to me? You tease me so bad and make me wait,” Isabel complained huskily.
“I do it because it’s more intense this way,” Alex explained.
“Just fuck me already!” she demanded.
Alex stopped and looked at her. Even though it was dark, he could still see Isabel and see her chest rising and falling rapidly. She looked desperate and needy. She was clawing his skin urgently. My God! How I want to own her. His first instinct was to drive her insane with want and leave her hanging for being so demanding and impatient. He reined his overt instincts and let out an evil chuckle.
“So impatient. Don’t you like the way I make you feel, Izzy?” Alex asked, biting her nipple.
“Ah! Alex! Please don’t do this,” Isabel cried out.
“You didn’t answer me, angel,” Alex said as he licked and kissed away the ache he knew he’d caused with his teeth.
“Damn you!”
Alex bit down again, causing another carnal cry from Izzy. “Answer me, Izzy.”
“Yes! You know I do!” Isabel snapped.
“I know what you need, angel. I’ll give it to you when you’re ready.” Alex kissed away the ache he knew he’d caused.
“I’m ready now!” Isabel cried.
“No, you still have clothes on and so do I,” Alex said, kissing the valley in between her breasts. “Now, how am I supposed to fuck you properly with clothes on?”
“Take them off, damn it!” Isabel demanded.
“I want to play with you a while. It’s been so long, angel. I need to get to know you all over again,” Alex said, sucking in her bottom lip.
“Alex…” Isabel whimpered as she melted in frustration.
* * * *
Izzy was going out of her mind with lust. Alex started making her crazy the second he began his sensual touches. After they had returned to Afghanistan, she wanted to sneak into his room and curl up with him at night. She missed the closeness of sleeping with him and being able to reach out and touch him. When he got hurt she was terrified she would lose that comfort forever. She kicked herself over and over again at the limitations she’d placed on him. She didn’t realize until later that she was punishing herself.
Because Alex had been hurt, Izzy didn’t initiate anything with him. An injury like his would take time to heal. At the end of the day he looked so tired and seemed to fall asleep the minute he hit the pillows. She realized his touch was an addiction and she needed him more than water and air at times. He could make her horny by just talking to her. She’d wanted to roll him over and ride his cock for all it was worth for the last couple of days. Now he was screwing with her, teasing her. She hated him and loved him at the same time.
“Relax, angel. I love you. I promise I’ll make it worth the wait,” Alex said, kissing her.
Izzy smiled slightly. He always knew the right things to say. She leaned her head back and gave in to his enchanting manipulation of her body and senses. He shoved the covers off them as he moved downward, taking the sleep shorts she was wearing down her legs. She kicked them off the rest of the way when his kisses met her thighs. He ran his hand down her legs and raised her knees to bend. Alex kissed and nipped around her belly button.
Isabel screamed and shook when Alex’s mouth came into contact with her pussy. He sucked her clit, sending tremors down her legs. His tongue was working her pussy into frenzy with the way he was lapping up and down. She started rubbing her pussy into his face only to have him shove her hips down, rendering her motionless. She reached for his head so she could bury his face into her creamy cunt. Alex caught her hand and held it. Isabel was flat on her back, defenseless against his oral attack. She screamed when he stopped suddenly.
“No!” Isabel cried out.
“Izzy, angel, I’ll restrain you if you don’t quit telling me what to do,” he taunted.
The bastard! Alex was choosing one hell of a time to get even with her. He was using the same words she used with him while he was in the hospital. Only he wasn’t sedating her like she would him when he got bossy and tried to direct his care. He would keep her fully cognizant of the sweet agony he was inflicting on her. Isabel hissed in a breath as he moved back down to her pussy and started his oral ministrations again. This time his tongue lapped right at the entrance, breaching her pussy and fucking her.
“Alex!” Isabel cried, reaching for his head.
Where he was concentrating his tongue wasn’t the place she wanted him. She wanted him licking and sucking her clit again. Alex caught Izzy’s hands again and slammed them down on the bed.
“Don’t fucking move again!” Alex ordered.
Isabel threw back her head in frustration. She squeezed his hands tightly, wanting to cause him some pain. Alex didn’t react or give any indication that he felt her and simply kept her immobile. Isabel couldn’t believe the sensations shooting through her. Her clit needed the relief of a touch, but an orgasm was building with the tongue fuck he was giving her. He always seemed to know when she was on the brink. He shifted slightly and kissed her inner thigh. Isabel moaned in frustration. He worked his way up her body and found her breasts, working them with his hands, lips, teeth, tongue.
Alex lapped at the hard points of her nipples. When they had reached a point that was to his satisfaction he lightly bit down and tugged. It was painful, a sweet, sensual pain, the way he was making her wait. Her brain was in overload. The line between pleasure and pain was now blurry and running together. Any moment her brain would short-circuit and shut down. He put his hands on either side of her face and redirected her focus to him.
“Angel, it seems as if it’s been forever, doesn’t it?” Alex asked.
“Alex, please…” Isabel said, moving away.
Alex kissed her and she greedily opened her mouth, sucking in his tongue as she came into contact with Alex’s hard cock for the first time. Somewhere along the way, he’d managed to take off his clothes. She could sense herself spiraling out of control as she gripped his shoulder blades and clawed into his flesh. She was ready to rip through his skin to the trapezius muscle that rippled just below its surface. She wanted to hurt him for teasing her to the brink of madness.
“Mmm, that’s it angel. Mark me, make me bleed.” Alex growled.
Izzy returned Alex’s growl with her own feminine version. The sound had been building deep within her. She’d no viable speech left, just animalistic grunts, groans, and growls. Willing to oblige him, Isabel burrowed her nails into his flesh and clawed his back. She screamed in relief as Alex shoved his cock inside her weeping pussy and started fucking her like the animal she’d become. She clawed his arms and shoulders as she wildly cr
ied out. Isabel’s throbbing pussy was demanding his cock as much as her nails were demanding his flesh.
Isabel’s body exploded in a super nova as she came. She wrapped her legs around his waist and held him still. Her greedy pussy milked his cock and she squeezed her legs and arms around him like a python as her body spasmed and bucked against him.
Alex broke her death grip and pushed her knees over his shoulders. He started fucking her hard and fast. His thrusts were unforgiving and ruthless as he, too, regressed into a wild, untamed demon. He released her legs, and Isabel pulled him close and bit down into his shoulder. Her love bite seemed to send him over the edge. His primal cry and sudden grinding into her pelvis signaled his apex. His hips jerked and his arms shook as he released his body to the pent-up relief he needed.
Alex lowered himself down to Isabel. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her tenderly. She was trying to catch her breath and slow her racing heart. She ran her hands lightly over his back and her eyes widened at the realization that she was feeling welts. She reached over and sought out the lamp for light. He stopped her by taking her hand.
“Leave it, angel. I’m fine,” Alex whispered with a kiss.
Isabel snuggled up next to Alex as her sated, tired body relaxed into his warm embrace. He pulled the covers over both of them and sighed contentedly. Isabel’s heavy eyes blinked a few times before closing. She let her mind drift into random thoughts.
For some reason, the gypsy they had met in Istanbul came into her sleepy thoughts. Master. Alex’s reaction to that word had been interesting and she wondered what it meant to him. She focused on the word. Why did it startle him the way it did? She wanted to ask him and started to, when she heard his light snoring and knew he was sleeping. Alex, I have question for you.
* * * *
Nayyaf Bakri sat waiting for his three-o’clock appointment. He was seated in the comfort of the executive VIP lounge at the historic Hotel Imperial in Vienna, Austria. The hotel had been the Wurttemberg Palace in 1873 and later the home of the Emperor Franz Josef I who’d opened it as a hotel. The rich decorations, textiles, and paintings that hung throughout the hotel made it feel like a palace.
Nayyaf took a sip of a cognac. The brandy warmed his body. He knew he shouldn’t be drinking. It was against Muslim law. But the last two months had been harrowing. No matter how genteel and opulent the surroundings he was still a prisoner or a detainee in each of the instances he’d experienced. First being kept prisoner by the Russians and then interrogated by the Iranians.
Working with governments was becoming too complicated and slowing down his timetable. His brothers in Pakistan wanted results and the damned Russians and Iranians were taking too long. He needed to find another avenue and decided he would dump the Russian government and work solely with the Iranians for now. He had to watch Ivanov for a little while until he dropped off the Russians’ watch list. The Iranians, however, were a necessary evil for now. He turned his attention to his current meeting. He scanned the rich setting to see if anyone new had come into the room. He glanced at his drink.
“Mr. Bakri?” an attendant asked, drawing him from his thoughts.
“Yes?”
“A message has arrived for you, sir,” the man said, holding out a small silver tray with an envelope lying on it.
Nayyaf took the envelope and read the message inside. He stuffed the message back into the envelope.
“You may go,” he said to the man who was awaiting further instructions.
Nayyaf set his half-empty glass of cognac on the elegant table and stood. He dug out the envelope and followed the instructions to the letter, arriving at a seedy strip club in a very bad part of Vienna.
Upon entering the club, he saw the door that was indicated in the note. He made his way through the crowd, glancing once at the stage. There was a young woman, not very attractive, putting on a fully nude show. Bakri frowned in disgust. Why did he decide to meet here? The large men who guarded the entryway stared down at him as he approached.
“Tell Pugachev, Nayyaf Bakri is here to see him,” Bakri ordered.
One of the sentries opened the door and allowed Nayyaf to step inside. The room was dark except for a large window. A red light shone through the window. When Nayyaf glanced at the window, he saw two women having sex with one another.
“Mr. Bakri,” a voice rumbled out of the darkness.
Nayyaf twitched at the sound. A shape seemed to materialize from out of the darkness. Nayyaf heard the distinct sound of a zipper and a large muscular man stepped into the red light. He looked like a wrestler or weight lifter. The man extended his hand. Nayyaf looked down and then at the man who was smiling. He almost gagged at the thought of what that hand was doing before he walked into the room. He took it and they shook hands.
“Demetri Pugachev?” Bakri asked.
“Yes.”
“Can we perhaps go somewhere else?” Bakri asked.
“My wives,” Demetri said, extending his hand to the window, “we will not disturb them. Come, let us talk business.” Pugachev walked to a small bar in the room and poured himself a drink. “Minister, a drink?”
“No, thank you,” Bakri said, nervously glancing at the window.
One of the women was now strapping on a large fake phallus. The other woman situated herself on the bed and lifted her hips in preparation for the other. Bakri watched as they climbed back on the bed.
“You wanted something from me, Minister?” Pugachev asked.
Bakri tore his stare away from the window and to Pugachev. The Cossack was looking at him in amusement. He knew this man was more dangerous than anyone he’d ever dealt with, thus far. The Latin American cartel M-22 had accomplished their mission and been paid. They had served him well and Bakri considered how M-22 conducted business in a business-like manner. Unlike this man, who would eventually demand much more than cash.
“I was told you had access to weapons.”
“It depends on what you want, if you are looking for guns, I do not sell that. I am much more specialized. Hard to find weapons,” Pugachev said.
“Then my contact was right. I could perhaps place a special order?”
“You are referring to Amed Dagher? Of course, he told me what you were in the market for, and yes, I can provide them,” Pugachev replied.
“Good, let’s get down to business,” Bakri said.
Chapter 17
American Embassy
Dag Hammarskjölds väg 31
115 27 Stockholm, Sweden
June 17, 2009/0447 Zulu
Alex was led to the secure communications room of the American embassy in Stockholm. Izzy was outside working on a problem with her passport, at least that was the cover they used to get inside the more secure areas of the embassy. Alex took a seat in front of a computer that had been set up for him. Within a few clicks of the mouse he was looking at Rock in San Antonio.
“What’s up, Doc?” he asked with his Bronx accent and a grin. Alex fell back into the chair, laughing. “How’s Stockholm? What did you find out?”
“We found something unusual, Rock. I’m not sure what it is. We’ll start working on it today,” Alex said.
“By unusual you mean?” Rock asked.
“It looks like our little bug, but it’s not our little bug. I don’t know for sure but I think it’s mutating or has been mutated. I won’t know for sure until I have some more tests run,” Alex said.
“Okay, what about the other stuff that was inside that place?” Rock asked.
“So far, it’s the usual stuff, anthrax, small pox, plus our little bug and combinations of all sorts of nasty things. I’ve got to wait for MI-6 to identify most of that stuff at the level-four lab,” Alex said.
“Get back to me as soon as you know something, understood?” Rock asked.
“Yes, Skipper, I understand,” Alex said.
Alex ended the conference and found Isabel in an office waiting. They returned to the ECDC and Alex went to work on his
theory that he’d developed from the stem cells he’d harvested and Izzy returned to running the test he needed done. A few minutes later Isabel found Alex.
“Come with me,” she said shortly.
“What’s up, Iz?” he asked with a frown.
“My two is missing,” Izzy said.
She looked worried and scared. What the hell was she trying—Oh shit! Alex got up and looked at Isabel in alarm because he guessed what she was saying without saying it. The sample of the mutated pathogen had gone missing. Few people had access to the area where he and Isabel were working, and the area had been designated top secret. Alex and Isabel along with a team of scientists from MI-6 were the only real personnel that occupied the labs.
“Now will you come with me?” Isabel asked.
“I will,” Alex said, securing his space.
They walked to the lab where Isabel worked and Izzy led him to the containers where the pathogens were being stored.
“I put it right there last night,” Isabel said, indicating an empty space inside the container. She started to open the case.
“Don’t touch anything, angel.”
Alex looked around the container and mentally ticked off the things he needed to check. Access to the room that had been breached was at the top of his list. Since he and Isabel were more or less guests at the lab, he sought out his primary MI-6 counterpart and they started combing the access logs and found someone had entered the lab around three in the morning, leaving within ten minutes. The MI-6 agent agreed they needed to find that person and the sample that had gone missing.
“Is there video surveillance we could check?” Alex asked.
