“Hours?” He nodded in response. I felt like I’d been out for days, not hours.
“The other guy, Rex,” I whispered, “does he have you captured, too?”
Nathaniel chuckled. “Rex? Nah, he’d never keep me against my will. I want to be with him—he saved my life.”
“Saved you from the Amazon?”
He shook his head, but stayed silent.
“Are you related? Or…lovers?” I couldn’t help but ask as I thought back to Rex’s fingers gliding through Nate’s hair.
With a snort, he answered, “No and no. You’re big into labels, aren’t you?”
His eyes warmed as he leaned in, his nose brushing against the tip of mine. “I’ll keep you safe, Penny. Rex won’t let anything happen to you, either. He’s rough on the outside, but he’s not a bad guy. But, he is dangerous, so trust me and do what he says and we might just get out of this alive.”
I was afraid of the dark Rex—and drawn to the exquisite Nate. I rolled toward him, my lips kissing his neck. “I won’t force you to do anything, Penny,” he sighed as I rolled on top of him. His erection ground against the silken fabric of my dress as his lips parted for my tongue. “I’ve wanted you since the moment I saw you,” I confessed as my hands slid down to toy with the bulge of his hardness. If I was about to die a horrific death, I may as well cross an item off my bucket list. Fuck Nathaniel Slater, check. And, I felt like I really needed Nate on my side against the scary, tattooed giant.
The slick suit pants fell away as I clawed at his clothing, desperate to free him. With a sharp tug, the zipper down my back opened, allowing him to pull me from the confines of the dress. We gracelessly pawed at clothing until we were skin to skin, writhing across each other like two teenagers after a school dance. “Are you sure?” he moaned into my mouth, his fingers pressing at my entrance, working their way inside me. “Yes, I want you,” I groaned in response, my fingertips stroking his tip, teasing the delicate ridge just underneath.
Our tongues found each other, their sensual dance silencing us as we kissed—a kiss like none I’d ever known. He stroked my clit, the bundle of nerves near explosion as the sweet tension built. “I’m desperate for you,” I begged as my hand wrapped around the throbbing flesh of his thick cock.
Strong arms flipped me over as he rolled on top of me. His warm lips found my hard nipples—so sensitive I howled in ecstasy as he sucked hard on one of them. “Oh, fuck,” I yelled, not caring that Rex might hear—not caring about anything but giving and receiving pleasure—as his impossibly hard cock sank deep inside me, scraping against my cervix in a thrust so deep I thought he’d tear me in two.
“Shit, Penny, you’re so perfect and tight.” The pad of his thumb brushed across my sensitive bundle of nerves. As my hips thrust against him, he rubbed harder on my clit. I exploded around him as he fucked me, oblivious to anything but us. Oblivious, that is, until I slowly recovered from the intensity of my climax—and saw him lurking there.
Nate continued to pound into me—fucking me like he hadn’t touched a woman in years; fucking me like a starving man at a buffet. I froze, unable to speak underneath him. Rex stood in the shadows of the entryway, leaning casually against the doorframe. His hands were stuffed into the pockets of his worn jeans as he stood motionless, watching us. Shocked and afraid, I tried to push Nate off, but he wouldn’t budge. The force of his thrusts never relented inside me; I could tell he was close to coming.
“He’s watching us,” I hissed into Nate’s deliciously scented ear.
His eyes fluttered open, the pace pausing briefly. “Huh? Oh, it’s okay, Penny. He said I could.” His rhythm increased again, despite my fingernails clawing into his back. After he shuddered in a powerful climax, filling me, I whispered, “He said you could what?” He panted, his toned chest still heaving from the effort of his release, and answered, “Rex gave me permission to have you.”
I was horrified. Was I stolen as a sex slave? Or did they intend to rape me and… The thought was too terrible. I pushed at his chest; I wanted him off me. My eyes shot to the doorway; Rex was gone. Nate rolled off me, a look of concern flooding his face. “Penny, what is it? I-I thought you wanted… What did I do wrong?” His tone was soft, genuine. I relaxed as his fingertips brushed gingerly across my cheek. The steel-blue eyes were filled with concern. I was confused; unsure of what was real and what I was imagining. “Why did you take me? Is Rex going to kill me?”
He shook his head, his eyes narrowing. “God, no, we’d never…I took you to keep you safe. I admit I hoped we might, um, hit it off, and that Rex would like you, too. Earlier he said if you wanted me, if we…he said it was okay if we were together.”
That was twisted, my groggy brain screamed. “Let me go!’
“I can’t. I’m sorry—I can’t explain. You were in danger in Vegas. When the danger is over, we’ll take you home.” He turned his face to mine; his hypnotic blue eyes locking on my brown ones as his palm cradled my chin. “I’ll take care of you, I promise.” I shouldn’t have, but I believed him. I fell asleep on Nate’s lean, muscular chest, naked and leaking his essence as we drifted off to sleep.
The next morning, the soft awareness of awakening floated over me—my eyes were still closed, but the fugue of the drug Nate used on me was gone. I felt like myself again—and couldn’t help but let my hand wander over to the sexy Nathaniel Slater lying next to me. As my palm wandered across him, I skimmed a hard, clothed being. My eyes popped open in a startle.
“Good morning, Princess. Was it good for you, too?” The scary man, Rex, was sitting next to me in bed—wearing the same dark t-shirt, worn jeans, and even the heavy black boots. Combat boots, I thought as my confused brain fought to form a plan. His muscled arm reached across me, the thick pattern of tattoos ended just above his wrist. “What—um, where’s Nate?” He chuckled and groped at my sheet in an attempt to pull it off me—I fought back and yanked it with both hands. He relented, but we both knew he was strong enough to do as he pleased with me. Rex was a huge, hulking presence—his menacing midnight blue eyes raked over my exposed skin.
“I sent him home ahead of us to prepare.”
“Does he always obey you?” The man nodded.
“Did you capture him like you did me?” I was terrified, but determined to keep my wits.
He cracked his knuckles and stared at me. I wasn’t sure if it was a threat, but it felt very much like a warning. “Everyone obeys me here, Princess. I’m the king on this island—King Rex.” He laughed out loud, his enormous barrel chest rising and falling underneath the cotton of his t-shirt. He was toying with me, and enjoying it. “Besides, I didn’t capture you, baby. Nathaniel did. In fact, your presence here is pretty much fucking up everything right now.” He leaned over and wrapped his immense hand around my throat and squeezed in warning. “So behave, or I’ll fucking toss you to the snakes, Princess.”
My hands shot up to my constricted neck, desperate to loosen his grasp as I struggled to breathe. “Are we clear?” His fingers effortlessly pulsed once more around my tortured throat before letting go. “Yes,” I coughed. “Yes, what?” He flexed his fingers as if he were going to choke me again. “Yes, Rex?” He rubbed at his knuckles and sighed, as if I’d failed my first test. “Yes, sir, would be nice. But I guess I’ll allow you to call me Rex. Now get up, we’re home. My home, not yours,” he said, pointing a long index finger at me. “Yes, sir,” I answered, my throat still raw from his strong hand.
The golden daylight was streaming into the small cabin of the airplane—dust particles danced in the bright rays of sun. The engine had shut down, and an eerie silence hung over the room. “Well, get dressed,” he croaked, pointing to my red silk dress on the floor across the cabin. I pulled the sheet around me and began to rise from the bed, but he yanked at it again. “Leave the sheet—and walk over and get dressed. Slowly.”
He’d spied on Nate and me having sex hours prior, but this seemed even more horrific. It was daylight, and he was fully dressed. With an amused smirk he added, “And do it now, or I’ll toss your sexy, curvy body over my shoulder and take you to my compound bare-ass naked.” I looked into his eyes—they weren’t angry, but slightly annoyed and very amused. He licked his lips in anticipation as I slid out from under the crisp linen sheet. Completely naked, I walked across the carpeted floor of the private airplane toward my crumpled dress. I bent down and snagged my panties while formulating a plan to manipulate the coarse, behemoth kidnapper. I didn’t even know if a man like Rex would find me attractive, but I’d found many men still loved curves and, despite not being built like a model, I knew how to work my Burlesque-like sensuality. As I bent at the waist, I let my full breasts hang heavily until I stood up again. I pulled the lace panties on one leg at a time as I looked over toward Rex. The change in him was palpable. The amusement was gone; replaced with a look I recognized—lust. A glance to his jeans confirmed it—the smug Rex’s erection strained not to bust through the soft fabric of his well-fitting jeans.