his
hand. "I am, too."
Palm Beach
His heart pounding in his chest, Damon looked down at the
unconscious woman lying in the trunk of the car. So long...it had been so
long since he'd seen her, touched her. He wasn't surprised to see his hand
trembling as he gently pushed aside the silky, golden brown hair covering
her delicate face. She looked different, yet the same. A bit older, but still so
innocently sweet.
"Did she give you much trouble?"
The large man beside him grunted. "Not much. She was doing laundry
in her basement, middle of the night. We got her, took her clothes and
personal stuff from her apartment. Made it look like she left town."
"Good." He leaned down again, caressed her neck, his fingers trailing
over her firm breast. Anticipation and arousal zinged through him. "Has she
woken yet?"
"A couple of times." He shrugged his massive shoulders. "Last time
she woke, we injected her with that stuff we got from that doctor you told us
to contact. Worked great. Knocked her out, fast as lightning."
"Did she say anything?"
"She tried. Figured it was best to keep the tape over her mouth until
we got her to you."
"Did you touch her?" He asked the question mildly, but it was the
most important question of all. And the man knew exactly what he meant.
"Of course not. Only to subdue her. She's yours. I know she's not one
you'd share."
He was right about that. Damon was known to be a generous
employer. Other women he'd shared, given away, sold at below market
value. He wasn't in the human trafficking business, but when he had some
tasty merchandise he knew his friends and employees might enjoy, he'd
always been generously accommodating.
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But not McKenna. She was his. Had been his from the moment he
saw her. Anybody who got in his way, who tried to take her from him or
dared to touch her, would experience an instant and painful death.
No longer able to wait, Damon scooped her into his arms and lifted
her from the trunk. He looked at the man beside him. He owed him a debt of
gratitude. Money was a no-brainer, but Carlos had been wanting something
else. Though he had never asked for it, Damon had seen the fire in his eyes.
"The guesthouse is yours for the night. As is Lilly."
A wide grin covered the man's big face. "The whole night?"
Damon nodded. "Yours to do with as you please, my friend. Enjoy.
You've earned it."
Carlos needed no more information. He turned and started down the
path to the small guesthouse on the other side of the estate. His giant body
moved faster than Damon had ever seen it move. The man was so eager, he
wondered if Lilly would even survive the first hour.
Lilly had been a tasty treat he'd planned to enjoy a few more months
before he offered her to a friend in Spain. Delicate and lovely, she had been
a little something he'd purchased at a bargain price the last time he was in
Mexico; she had provided him with hours of immense pleasure. But he'd
seen Carlos eyeing her more than once. Now she was his for a short period.
Damon turned away from watching the eager man head for his
reward. If Lilly made it through the night, he knew of an older couple who'd
been seeking a companion such as her. Perhaps he would offer her to them.
Business decisions could wait. What he held in his arms couldn't. He'd
waited too long already. Tightening his arms around his prize, Damon
carried her into his house. He had so much time to make up for; he couldn't
wait to get started.
London
Lucas hadn't taken her inside his home yet. Stupid, but he felt if he
pushed her, she'd try to run. How the hell had he come to this state? He'd
killed more than his share of evil men, helped bring down insane dictators,
prevented terrorist attacks, and once went through a weeklong bravery test in
a culture few people knew existed. And yet never once had he felt the fear
that he did when faced with this one small woman.
"Your grounds are beautiful. How many
hand. "I am, too."
Palm Beach
His heart pounding in his chest, Damon looked down at the
unconscious woman lying in the trunk of the car. So long...it had been so
long since he'd seen her, touched her. He wasn't surprised to see his hand
trembling as he gently pushed aside the silky, golden brown hair covering
her delicate face. She looked different, yet the same. A bit older, but still so
innocently sweet.
"Did she give you much trouble?"
The large man beside him grunted. "Not much. She was doing laundry
in her basement, middle of the night. We got her, took her clothes and
personal stuff from her apartment. Made it look like she left town."
"Good." He leaned down again, caressed her neck, his fingers trailing
over her firm breast. Anticipation and arousal zinged through him. "Has she
woken yet?"
"A couple of times." He shrugged his massive shoulders. "Last time
she woke, we injected her with that stuff we got from that doctor you told us
to contact. Worked great. Knocked her out, fast as lightning."
"Did she say anything?"
"She tried. Figured it was best to keep the tape over her mouth until
we got her to you."
"Did you touch her?" He asked the question mildly, but it was the
most important question of all. And the man knew exactly what he meant.
"Of course not. Only to subdue her. She's yours. I know she's not one
you'd share."
He was right about that. Damon was known to be a generous
employer. Other women he'd shared, given away, sold at below market
value. He wasn't in the human trafficking business, but when he had some
tasty merchandise he knew his friends and employees might enjoy, he'd
always been generously accommodating.
72
Christy Reece
But not McKenna. She was his. Had been his from the moment he
saw her. Anybody who got in his way, who tried to take her from him or
dared to touch her, would experience an instant and painful death.
No longer able to wait, Damon scooped her into his arms and lifted
her from the trunk. He looked at the man beside him. He owed him a debt of
gratitude. Money was a no-brainer, but Carlos had been wanting something
else. Though he had never asked for it, Damon had seen the fire in his eyes.
"The guesthouse is yours for the night. As is Lilly."
A wide grin covered the man's big face. "The whole night?"
Damon nodded. "Yours to do with as you please, my friend. Enjoy.
You've earned it."
Carlos needed no more information. He turned and started down the
path to the small guesthouse on the other side of the estate. His giant body
moved faster than Damon had ever seen it move. The man was so eager, he
wondered if Lilly would even survive the first hour.
Lilly had been a tasty treat he'd planned to enjoy a few more months
before he offered her to a friend in Spain. Delicate and lovely, she had been
a little something he'd purchased at a bargain price the last time he was in
Mexico; she had provided him with hours of immense pleasure. But he'd
seen Carlos eyeing her more than once. Now she was his for a short period.
Damon turned away from watching the eager man head for his
reward. If Lilly made it through the night, he knew of an older couple who'd
been seeking a companion such as her. Perhaps he would offer her to them.
Business decisions could wait. What he held in his arms couldn't. He'd
waited too long already. Tightening his arms around his prize, Damon
carried her into his house. He had so much time to make up for; he couldn't
wait to get started.
London
Lucas hadn't taken her inside his home yet. Stupid, but he felt if he
pushed her, she'd try to run. How the hell had he come to this state? He'd
killed more than his share of evil men, helped bring down insane dictators,
prevented terrorist attacks, and once went through a weeklong bravery test in
a culture few people knew existed. And yet never once had he felt the fear
that he did when faced with this one small woman.
"Your grounds are beautiful. How many
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