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He had quickly deposited her on the bed. His fierce look and the grim  tightening of his lips should have warned her he wasn't going to undo  the restraining cuffs he had put on her. Instead, he had attached them  to a metal bar at the head of the bed. She had called him every single  name she could think of from a hairy-ass horny toad to a grub-eating  parasite. Tor and Lodar had chuckled until she started in on them. Vox  growled out under his breath at them, and the two laughing hyenas  disappeared, leaving them alone.

"I have to check on the ship, meet with my brother, and go over a few  other things before I return," Vox said, brushing her wavy hair back  from her face. "I cannot take a chance of you getting into anything."

"The least you can do is let me go!" Riley snorted angrily. "You can  lock me in the room. You don't have to leave me hooked to the frigging  bed!"

"I am not willing to take the chance of you figuring out how to get  out," Vox replied. "I will not be long," he added brushing the back of  his knuckles along her flushed cheek.

"I don't care how long you take! You can just forget I'm even here. I hope you get lost. I hope you-"

Vox cut off her words the only way he knew how, with his lips. He held  her head still between the palms of his huge hands while he devoured  her. His need for her threatening to override his sense of  responsibility to his men. He drove his tongue deep into her mouth,  dueling with her tongue as she fought back with a ferocity that ignited  his blood to boiling.

He reluctantly pulled back and pressed his lips to her forehead. "You  fire my blood, Riley. I have never felt this way before about another  female in my life," he whispered.

Riley pulled back and gazed up into his eyes to see if he was just  saying that to make fun of her or if he really meant it. The look in his  eyes was so intense she drew in a shocked breath. He looked  like … like … like he loved her! It was the same look some of the male leads  had for the heroines in the movies.

"I will return soon," he repeated, brushing a hard kiss over her lips and leaving her lying on the bed, stunned.

That had been one nap and several hours ago. Riley now believed that she  had been totally mistaken about the look in his eyes. It had not been  love; it had been lust. Just like every other guy she had ever met. She  worked herself into a fine temper as she lay there. She also needed to  pee! Since it didn't look like Vox was going to be returning anytime  soon she figured it was time to get herself out of the pickle she was  currently in. It wasn't like this was the first time she had been in  this situation. Well, not exactly this situation but not the first time  she found herself handcuffed. No, that privilege was for the idiot cop  who thought he could offer her a deal in exchange for a speeding ticket  when any fool could have told him that speeding was an impossible task  for her little Ford. She had kneed the guy in the balls when he did a  pat down on her.

"I am so going to kidnap me a trader," Riley muttered. "I don't care who  it is. I'm going to head home. If I need counseling when I get there,  who cares! Everyone has a counselor now a days. It is considered the  ‘in' thing."

Riley worked one of her earrings off and gave a regretful sigh that she  was about to destroy it. Straightening the long metal loop, she worked  at the lock until she heard the slight click. The cuffs fell off. Riley  breathed a sigh of relief. Thank God, Tina had shown her how to pick  locks. Her little sister might have a metal bar up her ass most of the  time, but she was a very avid reader. Tina had checked out a book on how  to pick locks from the library one summer. She and her little sister  had spent the rest of the summer picking every lock they could just to  see if it really worked.

Riley slid off the bed and hurried into the bathroom. A loud sigh of  relief escaped her as she relieved her overfull bladder. Hell hath no  fury like a woman denied a bathroom when she needs it, she thought  savagely. She would love to tie his ornery ass up and see how he liked  it!

As soon as she was finished, she marched over to her large handbag and  began rifling through it. She laid her mini Taser and pepper spray on  the bed before she unzipped her suitcase to find something suitable to  wear for her great escape. She pulled out her black leather pants and a  black T-shirt from the bar with the slogan "Bike, Boobs and Beer-I have  it all at The White Pearl." She quickly dressed in her  weekend-at-the-bar outfit. She even attached the spiked dog collar she  had picked up for Halloween last year. She pulled her black, stiletto  ankle boots out and pulled them on. She knew she looked hot in this  outfit. Craig, her grandma's three-hundred-pound bouncer, always groaned  when he saw her dressed like this. He knew he would be ultrabusy when  she did. Last, she pulled out the jacket her sister had gotten her for  her birthday a few months ago. It was a fake, black mink jacket complete  with a fake mink head draped over the left shoulder. The beady little  glass eyes dared anyone to mess with her for fear of taking its place  around her neck. She slid the jacket on, figuring she would need it. It  was the only one that really went with the leather pants besides the one  jacket Vox had already destroyed.

"And if I had more time, I would make him pay for a replacement," Riley growled out.

Determined to leave in style, she pulled her makeup bag out and added a  dramatic touch of varying shades of blue around her eyes to make them  pop before doing a heavy outline of black liner and mascara. Bright,  glossy red lips and a swipe of blush and she looked like one very bad  bitch. Grabbing her hair gel, she poured a generous amount into the palm  of her hand and ran it though her wavy strands. Pulling her brush out,  she quickly pulled her hair into a tight, slick bun. She pulled out the  crystal hair clip and fastened it to hold it in place. She studied her  reflection for a moment before adding a pair of huge silver hoops. Damn,  she made the "bad girl" look good even if she was an Amazon!

She would like to see any of those guys give her the "look" like they  did when Vox brought her aboard. Turning, she snatched up the mini Taser  and slid it into the back of her waistband under her jacket before  pocketing the pepper spray. Finally, she slung her large handbag over  her shoulder. She was so totally ready to go kidnap someone and get the  hell out of here!         

     



 

Riley ran one hand over her slicked-back hair one more time before  heading for the door. It opened as soon as she brushed her hand over the  panel. With a self-satisfied smile on her bloodred lips, she strode out  of the room like she own the place. Two men walking toward her stopped  in shock as she approached them. She ignored their stares and added a  little more sway to her hips as she approached. Just as she reached  them, she thrust her hands out, palms flat against their chests, and  shoved them to the side.

"Out of the way, boys," Riley snarled in a husky voice. "Momma is  looking for an exit, and she is ready to bust any balls that get in her  way."

The two men stumbled back in shock and watched as Riley walked away,  their eyes glued to the tight black leather covering her lush rounded  ass. Both men growled low with desire as they watched the seductive sway  of her wide hips.

They turned, looking at each other before a huge grin creased each face. "Mine!" they both growled out at the same time.



Vox ran his hands through his hair again as he listened to Viper cover  the events that had happened since he, Tor, and Lodar had been  kidnapped. Gods, he could barely keep his mind on the tasks at hand. His  mind kept drifting back Riley. He couldn't forget the passion in her  kiss, the way she looked spread out on his bed with her hands bound, and  the thrust of her beautiful breasts. He remembered how they overflowed  his hands as he sucked at the taut peaks when he claimed her. It had  been too long since he had even a moment alone with her. He needed her.

"Vox!" Viper snapped. "What is wrong with you? You have been groaning for the past several minutes. Do you need a healer?"

Vox jerked and looked at his brother in irritation. "No, I don't need a  healer. I need Riley!" he retorted in frustration. "I need to mate with  her. I haven't been able to think straight since I first saw her," he  admitted reluctantly.

Viper frowned darkly. "Does she have some type of control over you?" he demanded, looking hard at his older brother.

Vox shook his head. "I don't know. She is my mate. I've heard talk of  when we found our mate we would need them with a need unlike anything we  have ever felt before, but I never really believed it. I know how  father is with mother, but I just thought it was him and her. Now I am  not so sure. All I can think about is being with her," he said, rubbing  his hand over the back of his neck before clenching his fist and laying  it on the conference table in front of him.