Captive Heroes by Jan Springer Page A

his tongue as it peeked out from between his lips. Suddenly, she longed for him to kiss her again.
    She was a total dunce for thinking such a thing.
    She’d killed his friend. He wanted revenge. He was probably going to kill her. Okay, she needed to keep calm. Too bad they weren’t role-playing. It might have been fun. Yes, by the lusty glaze in his eyes, he certainly did enjoy this situation.
    “You will be good in bed.” The confident way he spoke made her cheeks flame.
    “Get off me or I swear I will kill you.”
    At her comment, his dark eyes darkened even more—if that were possible.
    “I must get off you? Why? Because the law forbids my being on top, female? Because you wish to be on top?”
    The sexual insinuation merely threw more fire onto her anger. But she forced herself to tamp it down.
    Save your strength, Kinley . You’ll need it to escape . Or to meet his every thrust as he fucks you.
    She blew out a frustrated breath. Shit! She wanted to escape, yet at the same time she wanted his fingers thrusting into her pussy again. Wanted the sex again, but it could never be because he wanted her dead!
    “You do not need to fear me. I did not know you were being attacked. I was away from the camp when he came. I am sorry I did not react quicker. I was shocked.”
    Join the club, buddy.
    Okay, so he said he wouldn’t hurt her, but could she believe him?
    Naïve thinking, girl.
    The man saw her murder his friend. The man experienced her violence when she stabbed him.
    He will hurt you if you try to hurt him again. It’s called self-defense .
    “Kinley.” Her name rolled off his tongue like magical music and she liked the way he pronounced it. “A beautiful name for my warrior woman.”
    Warrior woman? Oh for Pete’s sake!
    “Okay, listen to me, Mr. Blackie. I need to tell you straight up what is going on. I need for you to get me out of these woods and back to civilization.”
    So I can figure out who the hell I am. And get away from this sexual haze that captures me every time I’m with you or even look at you…despite you probably wanting me dead .
    Something dangerous flashed in his eyes. Had she insulted him in some way?
    “I do not follow females’ instructions anymore. Not ever,” he snapped. “I have told you I will not hurt you. That does not mean I must submit to any commands of a female. I am a male of my word. But you are still my captive.” His face had grown red with anger and Kinley shivered at the pure lust splashing into his eyes.
    “The Boys will make you see who is in charge now, female.”
    The Boys? To her surprise he produced a collar from somewhere beside him. Something wild and warm slithered through her. Instead of panicking, she felt totally opposite. Serene.
    Within the blink of an eye he’d climbed off her and pulled her to sitting.
    Now ! Run!
    She would have done it too, but he clamped a soft, black leather material around her throat and snapped it shut. A tiny beep echoed through the air.
    Somewhere deep inside her a zing of peacefulness, or maybe it was surrender, zipped through her. He had her now. There would be no escape. Besides, the leash appeared electronic. Where the hell kind of place was she when guys ran around almost naked, living like savages off the land, yet had an electronic-controlled collar? She had to be on some rich guy’s secret island or something. This must be some BDSM game and she was the bait for this guy.
    He held tight to a black leather leash and twisted the other end of it around his wrist. If she made a dash for it, she’d be taking him along for the ride…or he’d break her neck if he yanked hard enough.
    “That’s right, my warrior woman. Stay still and surrender to it.”
    She bit back a sharp retort about him calling her a warrior and remained silent. No use arguing. He held the reins, so to speak. He looked down beside him and she followed his gaze. Her breath backed up in her lungs. Not because the collar around her neck was too