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He couldn’t miss the long, thin scar that ran just above her pelvic
bone. There were other scars from where de Sade had stabbed her
repeatedly. Emotion choked him. He leaned over and kissed that scar.
“Rafe, I don’t want to think about that tonight. Can’t we just have
fun?” Laura asked, her eyes pleading with him.
He nodded and forced himself to look away from the scars. He
wanted her, and beyond that, he wanted to please her. He let his
fingers slide across her clit. Rafe wanted to dive into that dessert, but he needed something from her first.
Rafe’s hands went to the front of his slacks. He carefully pulled
the zipper down while he watched Cam turned Laura’s head toward
his. His partner took their lover’s mouth in a long, slow kiss. Rafe
shoved his slacks off along with his boxers. He toed out of his loafers, and then his shirt hit the floor, too. He felt better naked. God, he
always wanted to be naked with her.
“I think Rafe needs some attention, baby.” Cam let go of her
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mouth. He palmed her breasts one last time. “You better give him
some.”
Rafe knew exactly what he wanted. He wanted to feel her mouth
on his cock before he took her pussy. “Come on, bella. Get on your hands and knees.”
Her eyes were languid, her movements lazy as she did what he
asked. Cam pulled her skirt off her body so she was totally bare
except for the sunny yellow heels she wore.
“Where do you keep the lube, baby?” Cam asked.
“In the nightstand.” She flushed. “I only use it when I…”
Rafe petted her hair as he moved into position. “You use a
vibrator?”
Cam pulled out her purple rabbit-head vibe and a small tube of
lube. “It’s a bit small. I don’t suppose you have an anal plug?”
“No,” she said on a breathy huff. “I play around with a vibe from
time to time. I do not anally plug myself to have fun on a Saturday
night.”
“Well, bella, I think that sounds like a very fun Saturday night.
We’ll need to go shopping.” He widened his stance and took his cock
in hand. It was pointing her way like it knew the way home. “We
might have to go to Denver. I doubt this place has a well-stocked sex
shop.”
“I think you would be surprised what you can find here.” Her
tongue peeked out from her cherry red lips. Rafe’s cock jumped.
“Come on, bella. Lick me.” He didn’t want to argue Bliss’s many
attributes. He wanted a blow job.
That little pink tongue swiped over the head of his cock, and he
counted himself lucky he didn’t spew cum right then and there. He
forced the need down. He wanted to make this last.
Laura whimpered a little.
“It’s all right, baby. It’s lube. I’m going to get your ass ready. I
won’t take it tonight, but soon. It’s just my fingers tonight.” Cam was
on his knees behind her, his hand hidden behind the luscious curves of
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her heart-shaped ass.
“What’s he doing to you?” Rafe asked. He wanted to hear her
voice as she talked about getting her ass ready to take a pounding.
Fuck, he couldn’t wait for it. He wanted to watch as Cam pounded
into her and know that it would be his turn to shove his hard dick up
her rectum.
“He’s pushing his fingers in. I don’t know if I like it or not.” She
wiggled a little as though trying to accommodate him.
“Let me play just a bit, and I’ll eat your pussy. You like that, don’t
you? You like when I eat your sopping wet pussy like it’s a slice of
pie I can’t get enough of.” Cam’s eyes were looking down. Rafe
could imagine. He was looking down, watching his fingers disappear
into her tight, puckered hole. “Let me play, and I’ll give you what you
want. Now suck Rafe’s cock.”
She leaned forward and pulled his cockhead between her lips.
Rafe shoved his hands in her hair and gritted his teeth. Her tongue
was lighting sparks all over his cock. She teased him with little licks
that never stayed in the same place, but dashed and tantalized all over.
She licked a path from the tiny slit of his cockhead down to his balls,
where she traced the line that separated them with her tongue. It felt
so good. Rafe’s cock was pulsing in anticipation.
She sucked his balls, causing them to tighten with pleasure. She
popped one and then the other into the heat of her mouth, lavishing
them with affection.
She groaned suddenly, the sound reverberating across his taut
flesh.
“Sorry,” Cam said with a grin that told Rafe he wasn’t at all sorry.
“I just added finger number two. She’s really tight.”
Rafe eyed his partner. “Stop playing and give her what you
promised. I’m not going to last forever.”
Cam frowned, but he pulled his fingers out of her ass. “Fine, but
we do have all night, you know. I don’t intend to sleep.”
“Says the man who already came inside her.” Rafe was on edge.
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He needed to come. He needed to fill her up, but he didn’t want to do
it if she didn’t come along for the ride. Cam could take care of her
while she took care of him.
Laura looked up at him, her blue eyes half-closed and a little smile
on her face. With a deliberate wink, she reached out with her tongue
and delicately licked at the pre-cum pooling on the tip of his dick.
She was playing with him. He wasn’t having that. The caveman
that was always lurking just under his very modern surface surged to
the forefront.
“You take me deep,” he growled.
He shoved his hands in her hair and guided his cock to her mouth.
He wasn’t going to play. He was going to invade and conquer.
She groaned as he thrust in. Cam had disappeared. All Rafe could
see of him now were his knees sticking up. He’d done exactly what
he’d promised and buried his face in her pussy. Cam was making a
meal out of her.
“You take care of me,” Rafe ordered. He would take his turn
pleasuring her later. He would eat her pussy and suck her breasts. He
would rock into her until he hit that special place that sent her soaring, but for now, he wanted to fuck her hard.
Laura’s mouth opened obediently, and he thrust in. He was
immediately assaulted by how tight and hot she was. His balls drew
up. He pushed in another inch and then two, all the while praying he
could last. He wanted to do this forever. Her tongue laved the
underside of his cock. Even the brush of her teeth against him was
sensual.
He pulled back and thrust in.
Her tongue managed to whirl around him and sucked him deep.
Her mouth pulled on his cock. She moaned around him, and he found
a soft place at the back of her throat. The orgasm shot from his balls
outward. Cum poured from his cock into her mouth. He could feel her
throat working around him as she swallowed everything he gave her.
He shook as she licked him clean. She groaned a little, and her
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face was tight with pleasure. Rafe’s cock popped out, and he could
see that Cam was eating her pussy with great enthusiasm. Her whole
body was flushed, and she ground her pelvis down. She was so
beautiful as she took her pleasure.
Rafe got on his knees and kissed her. He could taste himself in her
mouth, and he felt his cock start to twitch to life again.
When she came, he drank down her cries of pleasure.
* * * *
The plane dipped slightly, turbulence making for a shaky flight,
but he didn’t mind. The agent seated next to him had long since
turned a faint shade of green, but it didn’t bother him a bit. He was
meant for far greater things. He wouldn’t go down in a government-
owned airplane.
It was late in the night, but luckily the higher-ups had decided this
little errand couldn’t wait. It was a little while longer to Colorado, and then they still had a long drive ahead of them. He wouldn’t be able to
see her until the morning. He couldn’t get off the plane and rush to
her doorstep the way he wanted to.
He had to play it very carefully.
“Here are the portfolios I had made.” The unctuous little ass
passed him one of the manila folders. “It has all the latest updates.”
The Marquis de Sade smiled blandly as he took it. He had another
name in this world, but secretly he preferred the one the press had
given him. Oh, he preferred when they referred to him properly with
his full name. That dumb bitch reporter had Americanized it by
calling him “de Sade” as if it was simple slang. She obviously needed
some remedial French to know she was calling him “of Sade.”
He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. He
couldn’t do anything about it. The name had stuck, but one day he
would make the reporter pay.
Still, mangled or not, it had a ring of authenticity. In the old days,
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society knew how to take care of its dregs. Men of power made the
decisions, and they were carried out in the most brutal way
imaginable. Justice was swift, and no one apologized for it.
They certainly didn’t spend hours pulling together files and
worrying and hoping that they had their shit together. The FBI was a
joke.
But it did pay the bills.
He let his fingers drum across the small tabletop in front of him
before opening the file. It was everything the team had been able to
pull together on Laura Rosen’s new friends.
Laura. He could still see her laid out on his table. He could still see the intoxicating mix of fear and outrage in her eyes. She had been
a lovely woman, elegant and perfect. She’d cared for herself in a way
so few of his victims ever had. He’d culled from the lowest of society.
Laura had been a bit of caviar among the hamburger meat.
She’d fought him like the others hadn’t. There had never been a
plea to come from her lips. She’d cursed him the entire time. Even
when he’d forced a knife through her womb.
She’d taught him he could be something more, something grander
than he was. She’d moved him in such an elemental way that he’d
stopped his work for years, only taking it up again when he thought
she was gone forever.
His little rabbit had taught him so much.
It was almost time to take a final lesson from her. It was almost
time to break free.
One of the many suited agents stood up. “We’ll be landing in
Alamosa in a bit. Some of the agents from the Denver office will meet
us there. They’ve been fully briefed on what’s happened and are
ready to back us up if we require it. They say this town she’s in is
known for being a trouble spot.”
He’d read up a little on Bliss. It seemed they liked to think of
themselves as true, pure Westerners. They tried to take care of their
own.
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They hadn’t met anyone like him.
His rabbit thought she’d found someplace safe to hide away. She
was about to find out how wrong she was.
He answered a question someone posed to him, carefully keeping
on his outward mask. No one here had ever seen his real face. They
never would because they would never catch him. He was smarter
than all of them combined. These sad men around him couldn’t
conceive of his greatness.
Only one woman had ever come close. The one who got away.
Killing her was going to be bittersweet. There was a part of him
that wanted to force her by his side. She was a woman worthy of him,
but her adherence to morals kept them apart.
He would kill her. He wouldn’t underestimate her this time. He
would take her, let her see his real face, and he would put her down.
She was really too lovely for the world, anyway.
And when she was gone, he could finally continue his work.
Maybe he would start in Bliss.
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Chapter Nine
Laura thought seriously about climbing back into bed. Rafe and
Cam looked so scrumptious lying together. She stared at them for a
moment, enjoying the way the early morning sunlight caressed their
naked flesh. Cam was lying on his stomach, his arm outstretched. It
had been wrapped around her waist, but now it looked as though he
was reaching for Rafe. Rafe’s dark hair fell over his angelic face. He
looked years younger while he slept, as though all of the worries he
normally carried fell away when he closed his eyes. She had the urge
to kiss those gorgeous lips of his, but she knew where that would lead
her—on her back, where she’d spent the majority of the night before.
Four rounds of nasty, athletic, sweaty sex had left her a little bit
sore. A nice, hot shower had taken care of the sweat, but she was still
moving just a bit slower than normal.
Laura glanced up at the clock. Damn it. She needed to hurry if she was going to make her shift. Just because she’d broken her five years
of celibacy didn’t mean that the gas station was going to run itself. If she didn’t make it in, Bart would either have to call in someone else
or work himself. He was almost seventy-two. He didn’t need to be on
his feet like that, so this time, Laura got to be the one who walked out the morning after sex.
Cam shifted in his sleep, a little huff coming out of his mouth as
his hand found Rafe’s stomach and wrapped around his waist. Rafe
turned, but his hand slipped over Cam’s. She could have sworn he
called Cam “bella” in that deep voice of his, and then they stilled again. She wished so much that she had a camera.
Laura slipped out of the bedroom, leaving the men to their much-
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needed rest. Coffee. She needed coffee. Damn, she could even smell it. She shut the door, careful to not make a sound and then nearly
screamed when she turned and saw a man sitting at her table.
“Wolf,” she hissed the words out. “You nearly gave me a damn
heart attack.”
Wolf took a long drink of coffee. “Sweetheart, you have no idea.
First,
I suppose this means our fake engagement is truly off. I’m
deeply wounded. I expected you to take at least a few days to mourn
our lost love before you hopped into bed with actual, real human
beings.”
His sarcasm was getting on her nerves this morning. She strode
across the room, grabbed a mug, and poured herself a cup. She had to
give it to Wolf. He knew how to make coffee. “I thought we worked
this out last night.”
Had she really been thinking last night? She stared out her small
kitchen window as she sipped her coffee. The Rio Grande was visible,
the river shining like a jewel in the early morning light. The river was always in motion. Was that what she’d craved the night before? She’d
been stagnant for a while. She loved the peace of her new life, but
everyone else was moving forward. In the years she’d been in Bliss,
she’d watched Max and Rye find their perfect woman, Callie had
come out of her shell for Nate and Zane, and Stef had finally stopped
hiding from his love. Even Holly seemed to be moving on. Only
Laura felt like she was stuck.
“Was it bad, sweetheart? Did they hurt you?” Wolf was studying
her with a single-minded intensity.
She shook her head. “It was wonderful. I’m just thinking about
what it meant. Why do I do that? Why can’t I just enjoy it? Why do I
need a label on it?”
His lips curled slightly. There was a beard coming in across the
skin of his jaw. He looked the slightest bit scruffy. It suited him.
“You’re not a good-time girl, Laura. You’re always going to want a
home and a family. You’re always going to seek out stability.”
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Was that what she was trying to do with them? Was she racing
headlong into another disaster because she needed a family? She had
a family. She had Holly and Nell, and even Henry. Henry stopped by
Laura’s cabin at least twice a week, a toolbox in his hands. He did it
because Nell loved her and Henry loved Nell. Damn it, she wanted
that.
Wolf leaned forward, his elbows making contact with the table.
“Your brain is racing, but I wonder if you’re making the right
connections. I want you to think about this, sweetheart. You didn’t