Get Your Sexy On

by Kimberky Kaye Terry

As usual, she had to rely on her own wits to save herself, she thought. There was no time to fear, no

  time to allow this asshole to dominate her.

  She had to take care of herself.

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  ´W hat the fuck is going on? Why have we lost communication with her?µ Mac yelled into the small

  microphone headpiece. ´This wasn·t part of the plan. She wasn·t supposed to be alone with that

  motherfucker!µ

  ´There·s some type of

  interference, but we got what we need in order to bring Carlos in,µ

  Runninghorse spoke calmly.

  Í don·t give a shit about that!

  Sienna could be in danger³I·m coming in!µ Mac barked, angrily.

  Śhe·s safe. My men and I will get her out. Just stay calm and stay put. You charging in won·t³µ

  Mac ripped the headpiece off and slammed out of the chair.

  ´Man, where the hell are you going?µ Kyle asked, turning his body around to face Mac as he opened

  the passenger side of the van.

  Í·m not sitting around here waiting for Runninghorse to give me permission. Sienna needs me.µ He

  jumped out of the van and turned to Kyle. ´You coming?µ

  Śhit! Wait up!µ

  Kyle heard the distinct sound of the charging handle on Mac·s 9mm pulled. Before he could close his

  door, Mac was already sprinting toward the brightly lit dock, heading toward the yacht.

  Kyle caught up with Mac as he sprinted across the empty, darkened street, the moon·s light streaking

  across his dark-clad body.

  Mac raced along the walkway, toward the yacht, with Kyle close behind. He yanked open the door and

  raced inside. The main room was crowded with the

  partygoers, the music loud, the smell of marijuana thick

  in the air.

  He glanced around, looking for Runninghorse or any signs of his men, past the partyers lounging, women in men·s laps, lines of cocaine openly on tables.

  ´Damn it, we·ll never find her this way!µ

  Kyle turned to Mac as both of their eyes darted over the crowd, past the women sitting in laps, all but

  fucking in public, past the couples huddled in corners, men with their pants shoved down enough to expose

  their cocks, pressing against their naked partners, grinding their bodies against the wall.

  His glance then

  went over the handful of guards that casually strolled through the throng, easily identifying them as

  Medeiros·s men, before he spotted one he recognized.

  ´There·s one of Runninghorse·s men!µ Mac spotted one of the men Runninghorse had

  introduced him

  to earlier in the week. The man was dressed as a waiter and was making his way toward them.

  ´Follow me! Agent Runninghorse is out,µ he said, and the two men raced along with the agent, taking

  the stairs two at a time toward the second floor.

  ´What the hell do you mean, he·s out?µ

  ´He was stopped by Medeiros·s men. It was a setup. They knew we were here.µ

  ´What the fuck?µ Mac·s gut clenched in fear with the information that Runninghorse had been

  discovered and could be dead.

  ´He·ll be fine, sir. We have to get to Ms. Featherstone!µ

  All three men raced along the passageway. When there were no guards standing outside the door, he

  turned to the agent.

  He kept his weapon ready, in case he and Kyle were headed into an ambush.

  ´You sure this is the right suite?

  Where the hell are the guards?µ

  he asked in suspicion. He subtly gave Kyle a nod, to make sure he was prepared for potential ambush.

  ´Yes, sir, this is it. Agent Runninghorse was able to

  disable one of the guards before he was taken.

  Communication with him was cut right before you came.µ

  The young agent·s earnest face sought to reassure Mac. When Mac heard a gunshot from

  within the

  cabin split the air, he didn·t care if it was an ambush or not.

  Ĺet·s go!µ he yelled.

  With the amount of adrenaline rushing through his body, Mac easily broke through the door, the

  power of his kick splitting the wood into fragments as he ran into the room.

  He came to a stumbling halt, once inside, surveying the room.

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  A s Carlos dragged her along, toward the door, Sienna·s eyes darted around the room until they lit upon

  a crystal vase that was filled with flowers.

  She allowed him to continue to pull at her, and when they reached the vase, she twisted her body

  away from his, grabbed it with both hands and slammed the vase over his head.

  The crystal shattered into a thousand pieces, raining down over him.

  ´You goddamn bitch!µ he howled in pain. He released her and grabbed his head, blood trickling down

  from the gash in his temple.

  Sienna wasted no time, and began to run toward the door.

  The heel of one stiletto caught in the rug,

  and with a cry, she went down, landing on her knees.

  She glanced over her shoulder in time to see Carlos·s looming body moments before he tackled her,

  crashing down on her back, her body slamming into the floor, facedown.

  ´You are going to pay for that, bitch!µ he threatened.

  He rolled with her on the carpet, until he was straddling her, then slapped her so hard, her head snapped viciously to the side.

  With a cry of pain, she turned her face and bit down with all her might on

  the fleshy underside of his shoulder.

  ´Yes, fight me! It will make the pleasure so much better. You·ll forget any other man was ever in this

  cunt!µ

  ´Fuck you, Carlos!µ she shouted, leaning up far enough to spit into his face.

  He grinned, his eyes glistening with a combination of lust and rage. His hands tore at her clothes,

  ripping them away from her.

  ´Yes, I will. And when I get through fucking that pussy, that tight little ass is next.µ He grunted,

  shoving her back down on the carpet, ramming his arm under her throat.

  He flipped her body so that her face was once again smashed into the carpet.

  Grabbing both of her arms, he held them tight in one hand, pressing them into the small of her back.

  Sienna heard the rustle of clothing, and then the cool leather of his belt wrapping around her wrist, binding her tight. She bucked against the hold«to no avail.

  ´Maybe I·ll fuck this pretty little hole first.µ He laughed. She heard him shove his pants down and

  seconds later felt the knob of his shaft poking against her anus.

  With a cry of denial, Sienna redoubled her efforts and fought him, kicking her legs and bucking her

  body to get him off. There was no way in hell she was going to let him rape and sodomize her.

  He grabbed her by the back of the head, fisting her hair, and slammed her face into the carpet.

  The pain was so intense, she was dizzy and nearly blacked out, seeing stars as the coppery taste of

  blood filled her mouth.

  But Sienna had to ignore the pain³to give in to the pain at this point meant possible death.

  Í·m going to give you what you·ve always wanted. Fight me, sí, fight me! It will only make it better.

  Pain and pleasure.µ

  His dick began to press painfully into her, tearing into her tender flesh until she cried out in agony.

  Ńo!µ she screamed, tears

  streaming down her face,

  mingling with the blood,

  rendering her nearly

  blind.

  She rubbed her face back and forth along the carpet, to clear her vision. She had to do something!

  Please don·t let this h
appen, God, please! She screamed the desperate prayer in her mind.

  As the pain filled her, her eyes lit on his jacket, which had been torn from his body during their struggle.

  She could barely make out the shiny handle of the .45 as it lay outside the pocket of his jacket.

  As he began to drag his cock in and out of her, his moans and grunts filling the room, she frantically

  fought the binds. With a

  superhuman effort, one born of desperation and unbridled fear, she wrenched free

  of the binds and shoved him off her body.

  Before he could react, she clawed her way to the jacket and grabbed the gun.

  She scrambled backward, and despite hands trembling so badly she was in jeopardy of dropping the

  gun, she held on to the cool chrome handle. Her body was weakened, racked with pain, yet her resolve

  strengthened.

  Blinded by the blood streaming down her face, Sienna knew she only had one shot.

  She gripped the gun with both hands, steadied her shaking hands.

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  Ń o!µ Mac bellowed in a primal yell of denial.

  Sienna was lying still, head to the side, eyes closed, with blood oozing down her face, trapped beneath Carlos Medeiros·s prone body.

  The sight of her unmoving body propelled Mac into action. His long strides took him to Sienna·s side

  and he roughly shoved the man·s body away from hers. He spared only a passing glance at

  Medeiros·s still

  body before squatting down to Sienna·s side.

  He lifted her body and pulled it into the cradle of his arms, thumbing the hair away from her face.

  He placed two fingers at her pulse point under her chin, and the reassuring, steady thud filled him

  with overwhelming relief.

  Her eyes fluttered open, a moan escaping from her lips, and he crushed her to his body.

  Óh God, baby, please be okay!µ

  he said, and felt his eyes burn with the sting of tears.

  Her swollen, bruised lips moved and she whispered something inaudible.

  ´What is it, Sienna? Baby, are you okay?µ he asked tenderly.

  Úmmm,µ she groaned,

  clenching her eyes tight. ´Yes.

  I·d be better if you stopped crushing me, Mac,µ

  she said, and allowed her eyes to shutter closed.

  Mac released a sound, a cross between a sigh of relief and laughter. He pulled back, loosening his

  hold.

  He forced himself to remain calm as he moved the hair at her temple, sticky with blood, away from

  her forehead. A small gash in her head was responsible for the blood, but he didn·t see anything deep, just

  superficial.

  ´Where are you hurt, baby?µ

  Mac began to run his hands gently over her nude body. She groaned when his fingers grazed the

  exposed skin under her breasts.

  ´My ribs,µ she hissed, and he moved his hands away.

  He ran assessing eyes over the bruised skin near her rib cage, as well as her body. When he saw no

  gunshot wounds or anything beyond the horrific, darkening bruises, he sighed a silent breath of relief.

  Carefully he pulled her tighter into his embrace, leaning his head on top of hers. Mac kissed her soft

  hair and allowed the tears to stream down his face.

  Kyle rushed inside, followed closely by the young agent, along with two more of

  Runninghorse·s men

  and two paramedics.

  Í called for backup and an ambulance. They·re rounding up as many of the men downstairs as they

  can.µ

  ´Most of them got away. Most of the ones we got up are the women. We·ll take them in for questioning,µ the agent

  explained.

  Mac covered her with his jacket, shielding her nude body.

  Śienna okay?µ Kyle asked, running his eyes over Sienna, who was held close in Mac·s embrace.

  ´Yeah, she·s fine.µ

  ´What about him?µ Agent Smith asked as Kyle hunkered down to the unconscious man. He felt for his

  pulse; then he moved Medeiros·s body, searching for injury. When Kyle moved Carlos·s arm to the side, he

  saw the blood oozing down his shoulder, his arm dangling at an odd angle.

  ´He·ll live. His shoulder is shot to hell, but he·ll live.µ

  Mac turned to one of the

  paramedics. ´Take her first. She needs medical attention,µ he said, and

  stood with Sienna in his arms.

  ´Yes, sir. We·ll come back for him as soon as we get her into the ambulance.µ The men

  placed her on

  the stretcher.

  ´Mac³µ Sienna opened her eyes and searched for him.

  Í·ll be right behind you, baby,µ

  he reassured her, clasping her small hand within his. With a soft sigh,

  she closed her eyes and Mac allowed them to take her away.

  He turned back to Kyle and Agent Randolph.

  Ćan you handle this?µ

  ´Yeah, man, go on. I·ll catch up with you at the hospital,µ Kyle reassured him.

  Mac nodded his head and turned to leave.

  At the door, he turned back.

  ´What about Runninghorse?

  Have your men found him yet?µ

  he asked

  the agent.

  Ńo reports back yet, sir. If he·s still on the yacht, we·ll find him,µ

  he said. Mac nodded his head and

  followed the paramedics out of the room, leaving Kyle and the agent to deal with the police.

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  ´M ac, I·m fine. I can walk!µ

  Sienna protested when Mac opened the car door and lifted her into his

  arms.

  ´Hush up and enjoy the ride, woman.µ

  Sienna gave up protesting and linked her arms around his neck.

  Although she had only an

  overnight

  stay³at Mac·s insistence³

  Sienna was more than ready to come home.

  When they reached her door, he looked at her expectantly. With a sigh, she handed him her key and

  allowed him to unlock it and walk inside with her in his arms.

  Once inside, he turned on the lights and walked with her over to her small living room. After gently

  depositing her on the sofa, he turned on a small lamp.

  Í·ll go make you something to eat.µ He lifted the small blanket on the sofa and covered her, tucking

  the ends around her. Sienna hid her grin. Over the last twenty-four hours, he·d been treating her as though

  she would break.

  Í·m not really hungry,µ she said, nestling into the sofa.

  ´You need to eat something, baby.µ

  Í·m fine, Mac,µ she told his retreating back.

  She sighed and settled into the sofa, listening to him in her kitchen, opening cabinets and drawers.

  ´Maybe some soup and tea.

  That·s about all I can handle.

  There·s canned soup in the side cabinet,

  next to the fridge.µ

  Ókay. After that, we·ll get you to bed.µ

  Sienna lay against the cushions and fell into a light doze. She didn·t know how long she had slept,

  when she was awakened by the smell of the aromatic soup, and Mac·s large frame sitting next to her on

  the sofa.

  Í have your soup, sweetheart.µ

  He set the wicker tray with the small bowl of soup and crackers on

  the table next to her.

  ´Thank you,µ she murmured, pushing the hair out of her eyes and sitting up. She groaned from the

  pain in her ribs, and Mac quickly set her steaming tea down and steadied her.

  ´Damn, be careful, Sienna!µ he admonished her, helping her to sit up.

  Í·m okay.µ She smiled past the momentary pain. Í·m doped up enough that I don·t even feel my
own

  toes.µ She gave a small laugh.

  Śpeaking of that³µ He jumped up and grabbed the brown bag he·d brought inside. He

  withdrew the

  small bottle and shook out two pills.

  Ópen up,µ he said, and Sienna smiled. With mock docility, she opened her mouth and

  swallowed the

  pills after she took a sip of her tea.

  Á girl could get used to all this attention,µ she said after placing the steaming mug back down on the

  tray.

  Í wouldn·t back away from that.µ His eyes bore into hers, his expression intense. Sienna was at a loss

  for words, so she said nothing.

  Unable to hold his gaze, she looked away.

  ´Have you heard from Jake?µ

  Sienna asked, changing the subject.

  ´Kyle got a call from his men.

  He·s okay.µ

  Sienna heard the hesitancy in his voice and knew he was holding back information.

  Ánd?µ

  Ánd what?µ

  ´What happened to him? Where is he now?µ

  Mac debated how much to tell her. After making sure Sienna was okay, he·d gone back to the yacht,

  to go over the details with the local cops of what had

  transpired. The yacht had been teeming with police

  and he·d finally found Kyle and Agent Randolph.

  When he·d questioned the agent on Runninghorse·s whereabouts, he·d gotten the runaround.

  They·d

  located Runninghorse, but that was all the agent would tell him.

  Mac had cornered him, away from everyone else, demanding to know what had happened to his

  friend.

  Intimidated, the agent had given Mac more details, telling him that Runninghorse had gone underground, that it had

  something to do with the case.

  Pressed for more details, he·d told Mac that Carlos hadn·t been alone in his operation. He·d chosen

  Sienna to be his latest

  submissive, and that it wasn·t something he did only for himself. Carlos was a