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Loverboy
By Lauren Agony and Jan Springer
(c) copyright May 2003 Lauren Agony and Jan Springer
Cover art (c) copyright May 2003 Eliza Black
New Concepts Publishing
4729 Humphreys Rd.
Lake Park, GA 31636
www.newconceptspublishing.com
Chapter One
Year 2043
Sex Squad Headquarters, Vermont, United States
"They call him Loverboy. He's six feet three inches tall and a hundred and eighty pounds of pure sex magnet. No woman can resist him." Lt. Jim McBride's husky voice curled through the briefing room, grabbing Detective Sky O'Kelley's attention.
The two male detectives sitting beside Sky nudged each other playfully and chuckled at Jim's description. Obviously they weren't taking this Loverboy fellow as seriously as they should be.
At their interruption, a dark look crept into Jim's gorgeous brown eyes. "You two giggly boys have something important to share with the rest of us?"
The two detectives frowned and shook their heads in embarrassment.
Jim nodded with satisfaction, then his intense gaze swooped onto Sky. His eyes softened a bit as he watched her, but the normal laugh lines at the corners of his mouth remained tight.
Bruised shadows hung beneath his eyes. Eyes that used to sparkle with desire for her. Now they held nothing but raw pain.
Hastily he looked away, leaving her with the impression she was being dismissed as if she were just another one of his "giggly boy" detectives, instead of the woman he had planned to marry ... up until a week ago.
Sky closed her eyes for a moment and tried to compose herself. Tears of regret burned at the back of her eyelids. She should have said yes to Jim's demands that she service him. It would have been so easy to put out that persistent ache between her legs. But she'd wanted to wait. Wait until she was one hundred percent sure about their relationship. Unfortunately, she'd said no one time too many and now she was alone.
"Here is a little history on Loverboy." Jim said. "Abandoned at birth, he was brought up in an orphanage by a passel of nuns. He was groomed to become a preacher. After several years of doing his duty to God, he left the church. For the past few years Loverboy has been living on a beach villa in California." Jim continued. "A couple of months ago a young woman went to the authorities claiming she was seduced by Loverboy and then kept at his beach villa against her will. She managed to escape but not before she discovered Loverboy was training men and women to become sex slaves.
As you all know, due to the overwhelming deaths from AIDS and other sexual diseases, not to mention the government's ravishing need for finding new forms of revenue, the government has legalized many things, including the registration of sex drugs, prostitution and sex slaves. However, avoiding payment of the income taxes obtained from such lucrative ventures is illegal. Loverboy has not filed any Sex Slave income tax returns. If what our source said is true and Loverboy is training slaves, he is in serious trouble for tax evasion.
The Chief wants two of our detectives to go in undercover. One will be a woman. A virgin. A virgin is required because rumor has it Loverboy knows one when he sees one. He can't resist them. And they can't resist him.
Apparently he is an exquisite lover. Once they have been with him they are hooked on sex. He then gives them intensive training in an eight week course in Pleasing.
He and one of his orphanage mates, Carmella, are the only instructors in his alleged training school."
The room was deathly quiet. Jim had captured everyone's attention.
"Our source discovered that the slave is guaranteed 100 percent employment at the end of his or her training period. Payment is $100,000 a year, with an option to continue the contract by either party at the end of that year."
"Get paid and get laid. Sounds like a hell of a good deal to me." One of the "giggly boys" whispered low enough so Jim couldn't hear.
"Beats the pay in the Sex Squad and you can screw your brains out." His companion eagerly whispered back.
Sky shook her head at the detective's insensitive comments.
Innocents were being sucked into a life of fast money without realizing the consequences. Didn't they want to wait to have sex until they fell in love? Or was she the only old fashioned girl left on this planet?
"A thorough inspection of Loverboy's villa showed nothing out of the ordinary going down. Unfortunately our source went missing shortly after she reported the incident to the authorities."
Sky couldn't help but feel regret at hearing the news about the woman. Loverboy must have heard about her going to the law and taken care of her in some horrid way.
"The woman is an only daughter of a high ranking government official. The father has hired us to track her down. Only the two people who accept the assignment will be given the identity of the woman."
"Do you believe she's still alive?" Sky asked quickly.
Jim seemed shocked by her question. The earlier warmth he'd shown in his eyes was replaced by ice. Sky shivered.
"She's alive. Most likely being trained as we speak."
"Are you saying she's being held against her will?"
"I mean she may have gone back on her own accord."
"No man is that powerful over a woman," Sky whispered with disbelief.
"Loverboy is," Jim stated firmly before focusing attention back onto the crowded room.
"Sex Squad officials believe Loverboy is now training slaves at another location. Surveillance has spotted him right here in Vermont. Living in a secluded farmhouse.
The other person we need is a male detective. He will go in undercover seeking employment as a slave. He must also keep an eye on the female detective while both search for the government official's daughter."
"What if the woman isn't there?" Sky asked.
"Then the undercover agents wait and ask questions without drawing attention to their true identity. They must be prepared to eagerly participate in the sex slave training. Without hesitation."
Sky felt her mouth drop open in shock. She barely heard the excited whispers shoot through the Briefing room as Jim ripped his gaze away from her and continued speaking.
"The female detective will target Loverboy and the male detective will target Carmella. Your assignment is two fold. Number One. Get yourself invited into his farmhouse and find out if he is in fact training sex slaves. And number two: Find the woman and bring her out. If she's not there, find out where she is." Jim's voice faded into the background as Sky examined Loverboy's surveillance photo accompanying the notes they'd all been given before the briefing had started.
She couldn't help but to inhale softly. She'd never seen such sharp blue eyes. They reminded her of a fierce storm. Brooding. Dark. Dangerous.
Short feathery blond hair framed a very masculine beach boy face.
And those lush lips. So kissable.
A shiver of something she couldn't put her name to flickered up her spine. It wasn't fear. This was a feeling she really liked.
Arousal?
Maybe.
Perhaps it was a need.
A need to meet this man and challenge his ability to make innocent virgins into sex slaves.
She wanted to be the one to take Loverboy down … hopefully not on top of her.
~*~
"What the hell do you think you're doing taking on the Loverboy assignment?" Jim yelled as he stormed into the secluded conference room Sky was using to study the updated Loverboy brief the Chief had given her.
Pure liquid heat streamed through her when she lifted her head and stared head on into a pair of determined gritty eyes. He stood so close she could smell his spicy cologne and feel the tension radiating from his powerful body. A day's growth of stubble covered his face, giving him a sexy aura.
Once again she found herself wishing she'd given into his demands of making love to him.
An image of her cradled in his strong arms ... of Jim's powerful hands kneading her tingling breasts, of him asking her if he could make love to her right then and there.
His question had frightened her, and she'd told him to stop. He had. And then he'd left. Right after telling her he couldn't wait for her any longer.
"You're not taking this assignment. Is that clear?" he snapped, and Sky blinked away the vision. Anger at his command welled.
"Don't tell me what to do Jim McBride! You lost that right when you canceled our engagement."
"Oh? And now you'd rather get fucked by Loverboy instead of making love to me?"
"Maybe he'll show me a few tricks." She breathed.
His eyes darkened into dangerous slits. She loved it when he was mad. It gave him so much power over her. A power to do anything he wanted … but he'd never had the balls to do it.
With a quick move that took Sky by surprise, Jim grabbed her around the waist and yanked her clear out of her seat.
He captured her startled cry in his mouth as his warm lips crushed over hers.
She could taste his fierce need as his hot, thick tongue slipped into her mouth. Strong and demanding, he probed, pushed, circled and finally mated with her tongue.
Her blood roared in her ears. Her breasts jumped to attention.
Her nipples tightened. Tingled. Sparkled with desire as they flattened against his hard chest.
She'd been in his arms before. Many times. She'd enjoyed his tender kisses. Wished he'd be more aggressive.
Today, it looked as if she just might get her wish. Today, she might have pushed him a little too far.
There was a sharp edge to this kiss.
A tinge of desperation. A hint of domination.
She liked this new Jim. She liked him a lot.
Her body melted against his hot length. She reached up, feathered her fingers through his raven black hair and cupped the back of his warm head, drawing him closer.
His powerful masculine scent drugged her like a fine wine and his body heat zipped through her thin blouse, setting her flesh on fire.
His mouth tasted dark, dangerous and oh so delicious. So yummy she wanted to devour him.
All of him.
She ached to taste his chest, suckle his pebble hard nipples, swallow his sweet cum as his powerful penis thrust in and out of her hungry mouth.
The shocking thoughts made Sky shiver with a frenzied excitement. She felt her self control slipping.
She should make him stop. Make him stop just like all the other times.
This time she couldn't.
She wanted more from him. So much more.
Her nerves were short circuiting. Everywhere.
Every inch of her tingled. She ached to be touched. To be tasted. To be fucked.
What was happening to her? Who cared? As long as he kept doing it.
A noise rumbled deep in her throat. It was a sensual sound she'd never heard before.
Jim must have heard it too because his kiss intensified. His lips became more demanding. Dominating. Intoxicating.
She tried to match his strength, but she couldn't. He overpowered her senses. She was lost. Mindless with aching sensations she'd never felt before.
His right hand left her waist and trailed a searing line up her bare hot skin to slip under her blouse. In a flash, his fingers dove below the lace material of her bra and headed straight for her left nipple.
He found it.
The instant he touched her very tip, a jolt of blazing pleasure sliced through her breast and another bolt exploded like lightning between her legs.
She arched her back against his hand, increasing the exquisite pressure as his heated fingers became trapped against her bare breast and his chest.
Somehow he maneuvered his finger and thumb around her hardened nub and he squeezed. A punishing pinch. Firm enough to cause a spectacular tenderness to replace the arousal.
Immediately his cruel touch melted into a semi rough caress as he began to rub and roll her now aching nipple between his thumb and finger.
She bolted at the unfamiliar sensations pulsing through her body. The way her breast swelled beneath his brutal touch made her squirm. His other hand slid tighter around her waist, pulling her closer to his heated body.
His steady pressure on her nipple finally produced that familiar feverish yearning between her legs.
She sucked in a breath when his hand left her aching breast and attacked her other nipple. In moments, both nipples screamed in agony.
He left her breasts quivering and aching with need as his hot hands blazed along her bare belly, making her shiver in anticipation. Long fingers hooked her waistband. Cool air slapped against her legs as he pulled down her pants and underwear.
His hot hands cupped her bare ass and she was being lifted upward. He plopped her crudely onto the coldness of the table and uncapped his hands. With one professional sweep, he ripped her pants and underwear off her legs.
With one knee, he forced her legs apart and moved between them, pressing his shockingly massive erection against her exposed and aching pussy.
The size of his bulge frightened her. And it exhilarated her!
She inhaled sharply at the burning wave of lust rippling through her cunt like a sparkler on the Fourth of July. Wetness trickled between her legs. It wasn't enough to extinguish the growing ball of fire.
His kiss deepened, tilting her world.
A hot callused finger skimmed along the inside of her thigh, leaving a trail of excitement in it's wake. She shuddered at his delicious touch. It felt so good.
He ripped his mouth away from hers and whispered hoarsely into her ear. "Don't you realize what you've just volunteered for?"
His hot finger parted the swollen folds of her labia. A searing electrical current of passion shot through her cunt as he began to rub her ultra sensitive nub above her clit.
She let go of him, threw back her head and cried out from the intensity of his violent touch. She didn't care who heard. She was beyond caring. She'd entered a new world. A dangerous world of pleasure.
"Loverboy will take one peek at your sweet innocent girl next door looks and fuck you."
Jim's pressure on her nub increased. His touch became electric. Savage.
Sky couldn't help but cry out again as violent sensations pulsed inside her womb.
"Is this what you want him to do to you, Sky?"
"Yes!" she hissed.
Her legs trembled as another wave of ecstasy assaulted her. Her hips surged upward against his hot finger. Begging for more.
She bucked on the table as a finger plunged inside her wet cunt. White hot splendor crashed around her. Another burning finger plunged inside. And then another. And another.
He filled her aggressively. His masculine strength hammering in and out.
Faster.
Faster.
Until peak after shocking peak swept over her. They kept coming. Crashing into her. Around her. Waves of exploding heat.
They frightened her.
Jim kept pumping. Her hips kept grinding. She couldn't stop herself!
Something was coming! Something beautiful. And scary. Fierce.
Unbearable pleasure took control.
Sky tightened her eyes. Her heart crashed against her chest.
Jim quickened his pace. Within seconds, a deep wrenching explosion ripped through her cunt.
Sky screamed.
She began to shake violently.
"Go with it, Sky. Let yourself go with it," Jim's soft voice urged.
"I can't!" She gasped. Frantic for air.
She reached out to Jim. Clutched his strong shoulders. Dug her fingernails deep into his thick muscles.
"Ride with it! Trust me."
"Oh God! Help me!"
It was insane. Unbearable. Pain. Ecstasy. Both.
"Let yourself go," he whispered.
Sky followed his voice and did what she was told. She let go.
A fierce wave swallowed her. Bright stars burst around her. She tumbled with such unimaginable joy, she couldn't help but sob at it's brutality.
She didn't know how long the ecstasy ripped her apart, but finally it was over and she began to float.
She could hear Jim's heavy breathing. Could hear herself panting.
Hot tears dripped down her cheeks. Her cunt muscles shivered and shuddered around Jim's fingers.
She felt dazed. Wiped out. Satisfied.
Wonderful.
God! That was fantastic!
She held onto Jim's massive shoulders until the hot flush claiming her body began to subside.
Then she loosened her grip.
"I won't ask if it was good. I can see it on your face. You look like a woman who has been properly finger fucked."
His voice was tender, sweet despite his words.
Reality set in. Oh God! What had she done?
She was sitting on a desk in a room in the middle of Sex Squad Headquarters with a man's fingers sticking in her cunt.
What if someone walked in on them?
Having sex on the job was illegal. They'd be fired.
Despite her uneasiness, she wanted Jim's warm fingers to stay inside her. He felt so nice. So filling. So natural.
"Sky, look at me."
She opened her eyes and her breath caught at the darkness of desire brewing in those brown depths.
"Loverboy or some other man will fuck you until you're as mindless as you just were. Do you see how easy it is for a man to take down a sexually inexperienced woman like you? Do you?" Concern marred Jim's rugged face.
Maybe he was right. Maybe this assignment was too dangerous. Look what had just happened to her. She'd loved what Jim had done to her. She wanted him to do it again. And again.
Doubt mushroomed. She almost caved in. Almost.
"Thanks for the vote of confidence," she said tightly as she fought back tears of betrayal. She thought he'd wanted to please her, not teach her a lesson.
"Dammit, Sky. Don't do this."
"It's done."
He cursed beneath his breath. A sucking sound shot through the air as he slid his fingers out of her drenched cunt.
She wished he could stay inside her. She wanted more of this ecstasy. Much more.
"I guess I was wrong about you, Sky. I'm glad I finally came to my senses and left you. Good luck. You're going to need it!"
He turned and stomped toward the unlocked door.
Son of a bitch! People might see her like this!
Sky jumped off the table, her shaky legs almost crumbling as her feet landed on the floor.
Quickly, she picked up her clothing and covered herself. Suddenly she realized she wanted to give in to Jim. Wanted him to fuck her. Wanted him to take her virginity. To take her back into the dangerous world of pleasure.
Now!
"Jim! Please, don't go!"
The door slammed shut behind his broad back.
Too late.
The tiny sliver of hope she'd been harboring about them getting back together walked out the door with him.
Wiping away the hot tears streaming down her face, she donned her damp underwear and stepped into her pants.
Looking at the door, Sky squared her shoulders in defiance.
Jim McBride had just given her a lesson she wouldn't easily forget. She'd be on her guard from here on out.
A HITMAN FOR HANNAH
By Lauren Agony & Jan Springer
A Futuristic Erotica Romance
(c) copyright October 2003, Lauren Agony and Jan Springer
Cover art by Eliza Black (c) copyright October 2003
New Concepts Publishing
5202 Humphreys Rd.
Lake Park, GA 31636
www.newconceptspublishing.com
PROLOGUE
Many years into the future . . . .
Earth - The States
Six weeks earlier . . . .
"You always have such a wonderfully tight ass, my Hannah."
Hannah inhaled sharply as the hard tip of Simon's lubricated shaft stretched her ass muscles.
"Just like your mother. God bless her soul. Smooth as satin. The sweetest, tightest ass." He heaved his hips against her, and his rod sunk deeper.
Warmth draped against her back as his hot hands reached around her to tenderly clasp on the nipple clamps he insisted she wear on the nights he bedded her.
The clamps pinched a little, but when he switched on the vibrator, her nipples responded erotically and tightened into hard aching beads of need.
With his cock buried inside her, he slowly bent her upper body forward over the padded bar stool, allowing her breasts to dangle hungrily for his touch.
"I've got a surprise for you, my darling Hannah," he whispered, "Tonight will be our last night together."
She couldn't help but breathe a little sigh of relief. She was getting bored wearing vibrating nipple clamps, walking around with butt plugs and putting up with his anal fetish.
Her joy however was short lived.
"In a couple of months you'll be twenty-one years old. I know you were eligible for the Breeding Slave status when you reached twenty, and I admit I've been selfish by keeping you all to myself, but something special happened today. A very influential and rich young couple engaged to be married dropped by the Plantation. They were looking for the parents for their first child. They saw you, Hannah, and they made me an offer I could not refuse."
Hannah tried hard not to tense up at his words, but he must have noticed her reaction because his next words were calm and somewhat soothing.
"Shhh, darling. I know this is unexpected. I know you have the right to keep your first born, and you will. The couple is willing to wait for your second child. So, it's best we get started right away so that you'll be ready to go at it again right after your first-born is here. That's why I've decided that tomorrow will be the first day of your Breeding Ceremony."
"How wonderful!" She forced her voice to remain lively and upbeat the way her mother had taught her.
Inside though, her guts churned anxiously at the thought of being secured like a trapped farm cow in the Breeding barn for weeks on end, if not for months. Her body bent at the waist over a cushioned bar, much as she was now, her cunt and anus exposed so the men could line up to fuck her whenever they wanted until she got pregnant.
"I've picked out the Ceremonial gown. Of course it's the traditional red coloring, but it's made of the finest, softest see through silk. And since this will be your first child and there is no preference for who the father should be, I've decided that all my sons will have equal opportunity to bed you. They were all very pleased to hear the news, especially Jacob."
At the mention of Jacob Romero, Hannah's heart picked up speed.
"I sent him a message letting him know about your Ceremony."
"He's coming home?"
"He's coming home."
Hannah inhaled softly.
Sweet God! For years she'd longed to see the eldest Romero brother again. To look upon his handsome face. To finally have his powerful muscles beneath her fingertips as she clenched his broad back. To feel his hard thighs cradle her hips as he plunged into her. But most of all she ached to find out if the rumors about his lovemaking were true.
The thought of seeing him again after four long years made her insides ignite with a want so compelling she almost cried out at it's intensity.
"I look forward to seeing him," she whispered, trying hard not to let Simon see how excited she was getting at the thought of Jacob coming home.
"You're such a sweet young woman. Just like your mother was."
The urge to tell him she was not as stupid as her mother was so great she almost said it out loud, but his hard cock was sliding back out of her ass, and she forced herself to relax.
Past experience had taught her that Simon loved to fuck hard and fast. If she kept herself relaxed and he finished quickly, it would leave her plenty of time to put her plan into motion.
"I'm sure my boys will go easy on you."
"The more the merrier." She tried to forget the fact it was expected she be shared with all the brothers including Jacob. But from the first time she'd met the eldest Romero brother she'd known instinctively he was the only man for her.
"I know six men is a handful for your first Ceremony, but from the stories I've heard, your mother took five brothers in her first Ceremonial until she was pregnant with you. Every day she was begging them to sink their dicks into her juicy cunt, just like you'll be begging for my boys."
She inhaled sharply as his hot fingers spread her labia lips in order to stroke her clit.
"You and the Romero brothers will produce such a beautiful child, I have no doubt. Your midnight black hair and my boy's sharp blue eyes will make a fantastic combination. And, of course, as tradition dictates, your first-born will be yours to keep until he or she is sixteen. I only hope she will be a girl as sweet and as tight as you."
For the first time in a long time, Hannah found herself smiling.
But it was a bittersweet smile.
She would never allow Simon to have any of her children. And she would never have the opportunity of finding out if those rumors about Jacob were true.
Because tonight she was leaving. Tonight she was running.
* * * *
Chapter One
Six weeks later . . . .
Her cunt was tight. Damn tight. And damned hot as Jacob Romero slid in and out of her in an achingly sensual rhythm. Beneath him, Hannah moaned erotically, her body shuddered wildly as she enjoyed what he was doing to her.
He knew she'd be like this. Knew she'd be the one woman for him.
He thrust harder into her. Deeper. Her cries of passion rang like music in his ears.
The pressure inside his penis mounted. He was going to come soon. The moist heat of her cunt muscles spasmed around his thick flesh, welcoming him in, sending shards of lightning zipping up his shaft straight into his belly.
Oh yes! He was going to come.
Clenching his jaws together, his body shuddered, and he released his hot load deep into her very core….
The screeching sound of a seagull's cry ripped Jacob Romero from his erotic fantasy.
He blinked wildly at the softness of the ocean wind caressing his face. Listened to the waves as they roared onto the sand rippled beach. For a moment he was lost in this natural beauty. The reason for being here totally forgotten.
He shielded his eyes from the blazing sun as it dipped quickly to the horizon, casting a golden hue over the sexy black haired woman.
Hannah Roberts.
Breeder Slave.
Runner.
She stood on the beach. Not more than twenty feet away from him.
It was a crime she looked so good in clothes. A bigger crime that he'd been the one sent to kill her.
Jacob gritted his teeth in sudden anger. He'd never thought about not doing what he'd been trained to do. But now as he looked at his sweet innocent Hannah, he couldn't stop the aching weariness sweeping over him. A weariness that made him realize he was sick and tired of killing people.
He wanted out of this nightmare job.
Unfortunately, there was no way out. He was the eldest son, and it was proclaimed the eldest member of any free family would dedicate their lives to being a Hitman or Hitgal. He hadn't been given a choice. Hadn't been able to follow his own yearnings in life.
And one of those yearnings had been taking Hannah for his very own.
His gaze drew back to her. To her long black hair flying in the salty breeze.
Her tank top hugged generous breasts. White shorts revealed wide hips and long legs. Ocean waves lapped at her sexy bare feet.
He wondered what her toes would taste like. Marveled at how smooth those legs would feel against his lips as he planted tiny kisses along her flesh until he'd finally nestle between her legs to suckle her sweet clit.
Her laughter broke into his thoughts.
She watched a white seagull soar over her head. Her laughter was unbelievably beautiful. More beautiful than he remembered. It crashed into his ears and cracked the iciness lining his heart.
For a split second he almost turned around. Almost left her there. Almost let her go.
But he couldn't do it. He couldn't let her get away.
Slowly he lifted the rifle.
Inhaling a deep shuddering breath, he pressed the butt of the weapon hard against the crook of his shoulder. He took a bead on Hannah, and his trembling finger tightened on the trigger….
* * * *
Hannah Roberts couldn't stop laughing. She was absolutely delirious with happiness. Within the hour she'd be picked up by a boat and whisked away north of the border. To the Free States.
Sweet heavens, the impatience of waiting was driving her crazy.
Hugging the cell phone to her breasts, she remembered the whispery voice of the man who'd called last night and told her to come to the beach. He'd sounded kind and gentle and extremely mysterious. Nonetheless, at this point in time she was desperate. She was almost out of food and quite anxious to get a new start in life.
She couldn't't wait to inhale freedom's fresh air. Couldn't wait to start living on her own terms.
Nobody would ever tell her what to do again. No man would be allowed to screw her any time he wished. And most of all, the fear of having to go through her first Breeding Ceremony would finally fade away.
Another fierce gust whipped against her body making her stumble backward. Making her smile into the hot sunshine as the warm sand grains sifted through her naked toes.
Six weeks ago she would never have thought she'd be standing here. Standing on an ocean beach in Northern Oregon waiting to rendezvous with the Underground Railroad who smuggled runaway Breeder Slaves to the Free States.
Six weeks ago her owner, Simon, was doing whatever he wanted to do to her. His lecherous hands fondling her aroused cunt as he pushed himself into her tight ass.
Thank God those days were gone.
She'd escaped. Taken the bundle of food she'd stashed in the attic of his home and stolen the abandoned relic of a car from one of her master's many secluded barns. Thanks to her job as a tractor driver in the Plantation fields she knew how to drive. It had made the escape much easier.
Over the years, she'd listened to the other Breeder Slaves as they'd whispered about the Underground Railway. Listened to where she should go when the time was right to leave. In her mind she'd mapped out an escape route, and it had led her here.
The rusty windmill on the hill with the sharp blue ocean backdrop had made her heart quicken with relief. Nestled in the tree-enshrouded grove she'd spied the deserted stone mansion with the faded aqua colored shutters and the lone octagonal window in the attic.
The area had looked exactly as The Breeder Slaves had said. And they'd also insisted if a runner stayed in the mansion long enough someone would come for them and whisk them off to freedom.
Hannah had stayed there almost two weeks.
Doubt had plagued her during the stay. Perhaps it had just been rumors? Perhaps no one would come for her?
But yesterday, she'd been out exploring along the beach, and when she'd come back she'd found the cell phone on the back veranda in plain sight. And beneath the phone a white note had fluttered in the breeze.
Don't be afraid. It had said. I will call tonight.
And the cell phone had rang, the mysterious voice giving her instructions to meet on the beach.
Now she was here. Standing at the arranged rendezvous point waiting to be taken away to freedom.
"Hannah." The sound of his familiar voice ripped through her like a sharp knife. For a minute, Hannah could do nothing but stand frozen as her brain tried to decipher the fact that she'd been caught.
Caught by Jacob. The only man she'd ever wanted.
Jacob. A Hitman who was here to bring her back to his father's Breeder Plantation.
Her newfound peace crashed in around her.
"Sweet mercy! No!" she heard herself whisper.
"Do as I say, and everything will be fine," he said.
Her heart crashed against her chest. She clamped down on the hysteria threatening to engulf her.
"Turn around. Nice and slow," he instructed.
Hannah didn't know if she could do it. Dizziness swirled, making her unsteady. The cell phone dropped from her hand.
She didn't know how, but she managed to turn around and came face to face with Jacob.
Her breath seized up in her lungs at the sight of him. Oh God! She'd missed him so much it hurt just to look at him.
He was taller than she remembered. Wider in the shoulders. His shoulder length hair was stringy and dirty brown. Dark stubble etched his chin, his upper lips, the sides of his full mouth.
The familiar sparkle he'd always toted for her when he'd looked at her in the past was gone, replaced by the deadest darkest blue eyes she'd ever seen.
And he pointed a gun directly at her heart.
Her hold on sanity began to slip.
Sweet heavens! Was he going to kill her?
Trembling panic slammed into her legs, her arms, and her body.
"Please don't make this difficult," Jacob said.
"I'm not going back! You'll just have to shoot me!"
She took a step backward. Warm ocean water swirled around her ankles.
His frown deepened.
Suddenly he reached out and grabbed her arm, jerking her against his muscular length.
"Why did you run, Hannah?"
A tortured look of betrayal flooded his eyes as he glared at her. Instinctively she knew the sweet, gentle Jacob from her teenage years was gone, replaced by a cold, angry man.
A man she could no longer trust.
The thought frightened her, made her panic. With a sudden burst of energy, Hannah slammed the palm of her hand under and up against his chin.
The defensive maneuver worked.
He groaned in surprise, and his tight grasp loosened enough to allow her to wrench free.
In a split second, she was running down the beach. There was no way she was going back to Simon and the Breeder life. No way she would allow men to fuck her until she was pregnant.
From behind her, Jacob yelled at her to stop.
In defiance, her legs moved faster. The thought of him shooting her in the back urged her inland. Forced her to falter over the sharp rocks and to skirt the sand dunes as she headed toward the deserted beach highway. Maybe she'd get lucky and someone would come along. Maybe she could flag someone down before her Hitman flashed his badge.
Unfortunately, the terrain only got rougher, the rocks turned into boulders that were hidden by tall clumps of dry yellow grass.
She stubbed her toe. Pain lanced up her foot into her leg. She bit back a cry, pushed aside the agony, and kept her feet pounding the hard ground.
Her lungs began to burn, her leg muscles cramped, but the pain was nothing compared to the horrors waiting for her when he took her back. Back to a life without freedom.
That thought made her run even faster, if that were possible.
Now she was running at a dangerous pace. Anything could happen. She could hit another boulder, stick her foot into a hole, break a leg . . . .
She could hear his heavy breathing behind her. Could hear the way his shoes pounded the hard, dry earth.
God! He was gaining on her. She could almost feel his hot breath on the back of her neck. Could feel his body heat slam into her flesh.
Sensing he was about to tackle her, she turned abruptly and headed east back toward the beach. She would dive into the ocean. Swim to freedom if she had to.
Behind her, he cursed.
She began to pray like she'd never prayed before. Prayed he would give up. Prayed he would simply let her go.
Her prayers went unanswered.
An instant later, a strong hand grabbed her by the elbow, making her whirl around.
Losing her balance, she fell.
He came down on her like a sack of potatoes, wiping the wind out of her burning lungs.
She couldn't move. Couldn't breathe. Couldn't gather her senses.
He lay on top of her, his hot breath wheezing over her face like erotic caresses. His muscular length seductively grinded her body into the ground. And his dead black eyes glared angrily into her very soul.
"It's over, Hannah. It's over," he breathed.
Over?
It couldn't be over. Not like this. Not here. Not when she was so close to freedom.
Her mind searched frantically for a way out. A way to save herself.
"You can't take me back there! You can't!" Hysteria edged her voice, but through the panic she saw something powerful flash in his eyes.
Was it sympathy? Confusion?
No.
It was desire. Dark and dangerous desire.
The passion in his gaze stunned her. Frightened her. Excited her.
Air ebbed back into her lungs.
Along with her breath came her senses.
All of her senses.
She shouldn't be noticing anything about him. Not after all these years, but she couldn't help it. Not with his hard body pinned so intimately on top of hers. Not with those strong muscular thighs straddling each side of her hips. Nor could she ignore the large masculine knot blossoming against her lower abdomen.
"I've waited so long for you, Hannah. So goddamn long. And when I came home, you were gone."
His eyes didn't seem dead anymore. They flashed with desire and intent. To her shock her body responded to his heated look with a fantastic pleasure of it's own.
She wanted to stop the delicious way his powerful chest heaved against her clothing, scraping her nipples. Hardening them into two aching buds of need.
She wanted to deny the pure craving exploding between her legs, but when his hot mouth suddenly dropped against her trembling lips she could do nothing but to submit to his seductive assault.
His mouth tasted moist, lusty, and full of secret promises. His lips slid erotically over hers, igniting crisp sparks of want deep into her very core.
She whimpered as his determined tongue slid between her teeth and invaded her mouth.
Unimaginable sensations bombarded her as his hot tongue explored her cavern. Instinctively, she wound her arms around his neck, pulling him closer and her deeper into the intoxicating kiss.
Excitement zipped along her nerve endings making her entire body ache for his touch. Her nipples hardened into tight beads, and a hot wetness seeped from her desire-swollen cunt.
When he finally drew away from her, his face was flushed with want. The thick bulge pressed against her abdomen was thick and hard, making her shiver with a fierce want she'd never experienced before.
"I have to taste you, Hannah. I have to see if you are real."
Her heart crashed in her ears as she concentrated on what he was saying to her.
"I promise I won't hurt you. Just a taste of your sweetness. Just a taste."
Mesmerized by the sexual heat in his eyes, she found herself nodding.
Upon her consent his chest lifted off hers, and he slithered down between her legs. When his hot hands seared against the burning flesh of her inner thighs she fully understood what he wanted to do to her.
The thought that she was about to experience one of those fascinating rumors that had circulated about Jacob back at the Breeding Plantation made the demanding need brew stronger deep in her cunt. It was a shocking heat, an intense yearning for a man she'd never been able to have.
She inhaled sharply as her shorts and underwear were tugged down and off her legs. She felt the warmth of the grainy sand nestle against her ass.
Hannah found herself lifting her knees and spreading her legs for him. She loved the ravenous look brewing in his dark blue eyes. It was a look she remembered so well.
A look he'd never acted on, until now.
But did she want him this way?
Laying half naked on the beach where anyone might witness what he was about to do to her?
"Jacob...."
"Oh God, you're so beautiful," he whispered from his position between her widespread legs. He looked drunk. Drunk with desire.
Hannah bit back a gasp of pleasure as his hot fingers slid along her inner thighs toward her aching need. She jolted as his fingers parted her nether lips. The stubble on his face grazed against her inner thighs creating a firestorm of longing deep inside her womb. His hot tongue flicked against her pouting pleasure bud, and she couldn't help but moan wantonly.
She closed her eyes and lifted her hips, pressing her aching flesh against his face. Wetness trickled from between her legs as she craved him. Craved for him to be the one and only man who would ever thrust his strong thick shaft deep inside her.
With tormenting licks his tongue explored the crevice of her clit. Over and over he suckled, bit gently and probed roughly until her thighs were shuddering and her body was writhing beneath his hot mouth.
"Jacob, please." Frustration knawed at her, and she dug her fingers into the warm sand.
She wanted him to fuck her. To bring her to fulfillment. But the words just wouldn't come out of her mouth.
His head lifted, and the powerful drunken look of desire made her heart sing with joy.
"You taste even better than I ever imagined, Hannah. So much sweeter."
She cried out as two long fingers plunged into her heated wetness, and he began to thrust wildly. A thumb frayed erotically over her pleasure nub, and Hannah found herself moaning under his violent onslaught. Moaning until her sensitive insides exploded with an orgasm so intense it took her breath away and made her shudder brutally.
When she began to descend from the pleasure high, his head once again dropped between her legs.
This time his hard long tongue replaced his fingers, burning a line right up her vagina forcing her aroused muscles to clamp around his hot flesh. A calloused thumb swiped against her swollen pleasure nub, rubbing lazy circles until she cried out with the urge to climax.
Greedily, he sucked and sipped at her cunt. His hot mouth brought her to the edge of a precipice she ached to descend into, leaving her gasping for air and her body exquisitely tense.
When she thought she could stand the sweet agony no longer, he slid his tongue out and slipped two fingers inside her wet channel beginning a fast pump. Within seconds, violent shudders pulsed through her, sending her hips crashing against his wild thrusts and her mind falling into a yawning chasm of intense pleasure. It was almost painful. By the time he was finished with her, she lay spent and drained in the sand.
Drained and wanting more from him.
Wanting so much more.
She opened her eyes and saw the sweet drunk look of desire slowly fade away, replaced by that cold dead glare she dreaded.
When he saw her watching him, he gazed away as if ashamed of what he'd just done to her.
But he shouldn't be ashamed. She'd loved the way his hot tongue had seduced her clit. Loved the way his fingers had plunged inside her cunt. Most of all she loved the sparks of desire she'd seen brewing in his eyes when he'd gazed at her.
The mere thought of any other man looking at her like that made desperation flood her senses.
"Jacob, please don't take me back to the Plantation. You can do anything you want to me. Anything. Just don't take me back there," she whispered.
"Anything?"
"Whatever you want."
Her voice didn't give away the fact that her insides quivered frantically. She'd always wanted Jacob but not like this.
"Let's go to my car," he instructed.
"No. Here. You do whatever you want to me here. Then you leave. You let me go."
She held her breath as he gazed down between her spread naked legs. Strangely enough, she didn't feel the least bit ashamed.
Why should she?
Deep in her heart she knew Jacob Romero was a good man. At least he had been before he'd left the Breeding Plantation to become a Hitman. She could only hope he still had some compassion left inside him.
"I want a bed and twenty-four hours," he whispered.
Oh my Goodness! He was taking her up on her offer!
If she thought her limbs were shaking before, they were spastic now.
Twenty-four hours? But what about her rescue boat to the Free States? It was coming today.
Anxiety raged inside her.
If she didn't go with him, Jacob would see her rescue coming in the boat. He'd find out about the Underground Railway. He'd capture her would-be rescuers. It would ruin the chances for others coming after her.
Hannah tried hard not to turn her head toward the ocean. Toward freedom.
Instead, she locked her gaze onto Jacob who now studied her face.
Did he know? Did he know she was meeting with the Underground Railway?
Oh God! She needed to get him away from here.
Sleeping with him was the only way out. She had to do it. She had to trust he would let her go afterwards.
Reluctantly, Hannah nodded.
Jacob hoisted his powerful body off her, and he kneeled between her legs. To her surprise, he reached down, and his long fingers intertwined with her own.
"Your twenty-four hours start when we get to a hotel." Inwardly she shivered. His words and his warm touch screamed pleasure through her veins as he helped her to her feet. She found herself realizing that her dream of sleeping with Jacob was about to come true. She just hadn't figured it to be this way.
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