Cowboy & the Captive (17 page)

He felt as thick as a baseball bat, as hard as iron, but each long thrust inside the tender channel was making her crazy for more. She wanted him driving inside her, plunging as hard and fast inside her ass as possible. She was dying for it.

She clenched the muscles of her ass as he thrust inside her again, thrilling to the moan that tore from his throat. He was moving faster now, shuttling in and out of her anus as he gasped for breath and she whimpered in longing. She could feel the pleasure building inside her. It was unlike anything she had ever known before. The hot fist of sensation gathering in her womb was tightening, burning.

“Luc, please.” She tried to scream out the demand, but it sounded more like a sob. “Fuck me. Fuck me harder. Please.”

He came over her then, covering her smaller body with his own, one elbow bracing her shoulder as his hand moved beneath her body. Before she had any idea of his intention, two broad fingers plunged inside her cunt as he began to fuck her ass in earnest.

Deep, driving strokes, a dual pleasure that shocked her senses and turned her into a creature of sensation, of lust and need so powerful that she was helpless in its grip. Her hips bucked into each driving thrust as the knot of need built within her womb. Tighter, tighter…

“Luc. Oh God. Luc…” She was dripping with sweat but so was he. He groaned, a thick, harsh sound at her ear that caused her to shudder as his fingers plunged deeper inside her weeping pussy.

It took no more than that. Helplessly her mouth opened to scream, but the sound that emerged was a low, keening cry as she erupted. Her orgasm exploded through her system. Radiant, blistering with heat and a pleasure so intense it was nearly painful. Muscles tightened, locked, holding him inside her as he growled her name and began to pump hot jetting bursts of semen deep inside her anus.

She was shaking in the aftermath. Never had she known anything could be this intense, this incredibly erotic. She moaned in regret as she felt him slide free of the grip she had on his flesh and fall into the bed beside her. The dark entrance he had so thoroughly fucked still tingled almost violently from the possession he had taken of it. Her body was sensitized, exhausted and she didn’t think she could drag herself from the bed if her life depended on it.

She could jump in shock as a fist pounded on the door, though, her eyes rounding in surprise at Jack’s querulous voice. “If you two are going to fuck like minks all morning the least you could do is throttle the fucking sound effects.”

Her face flushed a bright crimson as she heard Luc chuckle tiredly.

“Oh my God.” She buried her face in her pillow as she remembered her screams. “Oh my God. This is terrible.” There was no way she could ever face that man again. Not that facing him had been easy the first time, of course. He was the most mocking, sarcastic creature she had ever laid her eyes on. And he was nearly killed because of Maria. One thing about her sister that she could count on, she knew how to make enemies.

Luc grunted. “Come on, get up. All this exertion makes me hungry. I need breakfast.”

“Well, have fun,” she muttered. “I’m not facing him this morn—dammit, Luc.” He hauled her out of the bed, laughing at her shrieks as he flipped her over his shoulder and carried her to the bathroom.

“Barbarian,” she accused him when he set her on her feet by the shower.

“Wench.” He leaned down and kissed her quickly. “Now shower. I need breakfast. If you’re not downstairs in half an hour, I’ll come carry you down.”

She frowned up at him mutinously. “Don’t you think you’re taking this captive thing just a little too far? I mean really, even the worst prisoner gets time off for good behavior.”

The fact that she was naked and his eyes were darkening in lustful appreciation wasn’t lost on her. Just as the knowledge that he was naked and his cock was slowly taking notice of her once again wasn’t lost on him. He frowned darkly. “Damn, you’re going to kill me. I’m too old for ‘round-the-clock sex. Shower.” He pressed her toward the cubicle. “I’ll use the guest bath. And hurry. I’m hungry.”

He was always hungry. Melina shook her head in amusement as her heart clenched in longing. Damn, he was sexy. Sexy and fun and so hot he made her toes curl with the heat. He made her heart break with emotion too.

She quickly shook away the somberness of that thought. She would enjoy this while she could, she promised herself. Reality would come all too soon, and when it did, it was going to bust her ass hard. For now, she wanted to revel in his touch, enjoy his laughter and just be a part of him. Even if he didn’t know she wasn’t Maria, he knew she wasn’t the woman he thought Maria was. She would content herself with that for now. It was all she had left when it came right down to it. All she had to sustain her in the future when, she was certain, Luc would no longer be a part of her life. Then she would allow herself to hurt.

Chapter Twenty-One

Melina’s breakfast of fried eggs, hash browns, sausage, and homemade biscuits was consumed quickly, and within an hour both Luc and Jack were out at the barn with the horses. Several had been sold, Jack had told Luc at breakfast. The two mares were exceptionally beautiful, graceful despite their size and evenly tempered. Melina had watched from the porch for a while as the two men went into the corral and began to go over each of the animals.

Summer was in full swing, and the East Texas weather was damned hot. It was a dry heat, though, one that warmed the bones and made her think of the sultry night to come. There was no doubt in her mind that as long as she shared Luc’s bed, there would be no lack of physical exertion. The man had enough testosterone for three men.

Turning back into the house, she entered the kitchen, determined to get the dishes done quickly so she could get the rest of the house cleaned. Luc had mentioned taking a few of the horses out later if she felt up to it. It had been years since she had ridden, and never an animal as large and graceful as the Clydesdales he so loved.

It was easy to convince herself that the situation could continue indefinitely. Easy to let her heart and mind push back the problems that would await her when she returned home.

Her parents had disowned her. She likely didn’t have an apartment now and she definitely didn’t have a job. All she had was a fat cat, a fairly nice car and a nursing certificate that she hadn’t used in two years.

But when Luc’s arms went around her, when his lips touched hers, none of those problems existed. There was only here and now, his touch, the heat and the hard wash of pleasure that surged through her body. It was becoming harder, daily, to imagine being without him. A sigh of longing escaped her at that thought. She didn’t want to be without him was her problem.

“Why the sigh, little sis, missing home?” The voice from the doorway made Melina freeze in shock. She stood still before the sink, desperately trying to convince herself she hadn’t heard the voice.

“Maybe missing me.” The coarse roughness of the other female voice had Melina swinging around in fear.

Melina blinked warily, certain it wasn’t possible that the two women she was staring at could actually be there.

“Oh look, Bertha, we surprised her. Doesn’t she look so cute when she goes all pale like that?” Maria clapped her hands together like a child, an expression of malicious amusement twisting her face.

“Yeah, just makes the juices flow.” Bertha smiled in anticipation, her dark eyes glittering with an unnatural lust. “Wonder if she’ll be as hot as you are, Maria? I bet once she gets worked up, she’ll be better.”

Maria grimaced distastefully as the back door opened and two unfamiliar men entered. For a moment, just a moment, she had hoped it was Luc, until she saw the men. There was no doubt these were friends of Maria’s. They had eyes like snakes, cold and devoid of emotion as they stared at her.

“These are friends of mine, Mellie,” Maria told her cheerfully. “You don’t need to know their names, but they’ve come to help me take you home. Poor baby. I’m sorry you were kidnapped in my stead, but I’m sure I can take care of your big old cowboy. Besides,” she glanced at Bertha, “your good friend Bertha has really missed you. I think she’s looking forward to greeting you properly.”

Maria was high; her eyes were glazed, the unnatural smile on her face too wide.

“God, Maria.” Melina shook her head as she faced the sad waste of the sister she had once loved. “What the hell are you doing here?”

Maria frowned back at her, a flicker of anger in her gaze. “You refused Papa’s plan, Melina. You aren’t supposed to do that. I came to bring you back so you could reconsider.” She smiled like a child proposing some wonderful adventure. “Papa has it all worked out this time, honey. And Bertha here…” She motioned to the large-boned woman lazily. “She came along with us to remind you of what happens when you refuse to do what she wants. And she really wants you to help me.” The beatific smile that filled Maria’s face shouldn’t have looked so twisted and sinister, but it did. It terrified Melina.

“I nearly died last time, Maria,” she reminded her, fighting to remain calm as Bertha’s eyes traveled over her body. “Do you really want to see me dead?”

There was no compassion, no hesitation in her sister. “Better you than me, sweetie. You know I’m the favorite. The best. Papa wouldn’t want to lose me, Mellie, you know this. And it would break Momma’s heart. They don’t love you nearly as well as they do me, so you’re really protecting all of us.”

It was no more than the truth, but it sliced across her soul like the sharpest blade.

“I won’t do it, Maria.” Melina breathed in roughly. She wasn’t alone, she reminded herself. Luc and Jack were at the barn; they would be back soon. Luc wouldn’t let Maria take her. He couldn’t.

“Now see, sweet thing, there’s where you’re wrong,” Bertha spoke as Maria giggled gaily. “You will come back, and you will stand in her stead and pray to God you do it right. Otherwise, the rape you would have gotten at my hands will look like a Sunday picnic when I get finished with you.”

Her arm went around Maria. Melina watched in sick fascination as Bertha’s head bent, her lips covering Maria’s as her sister responded with such unrestrained passion that Melina wondered if this wasn’t another nightmare rather than reality.

“Cut it out, Maria,” the bigger of the two men on the other side of room ordered her harshly. “We need to get the hell out of here before those two head back. We don’t need any trouble here.”

The two women disengaged slowly. Maria cuddled against Bertha’s breasts as the other woman smiled over at Melina viciously. “Ready to go, sweet thing?”

Melina stared at her sister. In that moment she realized that there would be no saving her twin. She was horribly thin, her skin pasty, her mind so corrupted by the drugs that there was likely no hope of ever bringing her back.

“I love you, Maria,” she said softly as she watched her pitifully. “I hope you always know that I love you.”

Maria blinked, her gaze flickering before going dull and cold again. “Then you’ll have no problems going to prison for me.” She reached up and fondled one of Bertha’s breasts, humming in approval as the other woman’s nipple hardened.

Melina shuddered in revulsion.

“I’m not going anywhere.” She stood still, her hands gripping the counter behind her as all eyes turned to her.

“Sorry, lady, but you are coming,” the bigger man sighed roughly. “Sucks, huh? Having a sister like that? But she’s pretty damned useful to me. You aren’t, so you lose.”

He wasn’t a handsome man, he was cold and she knew he wouldn’t hesitate to kill. The gun he pulled from beneath his jacket proved that.

“Let’s go.”

She gripped the counter harder. “Once I start screaming, Luc and his men will be here. They won’t come unarmed.”

A flicker of unease passed across his expression.

“Then we’ll just have to make sure you don’t scream.” Bertha pushed Maria aside and jumped toward Melina.

She did scream. Luc’s name reverberated through the house, but she knew he would never hear her at the barn. A second later a hard blow landed against her head as she attempted to shove past the larger woman.

Melina could hear her sister’s laughter as she fell to the floor.

“Luc!” she screamed again as she scrambled beneath the table, kicking out at Bertha and the man who grabbed her legs.

A hard blow went into her kidneys a second before a savage howl sounded and the sound of breaking glass over the table was heard. Screams, curses, and feminine laughter echoed around Melina as she fought the pain sweeping through her body. As always, Bertha knew exactly where to aim when she used those brutal fists.

Lobo’s snarling growls were followed by the sound of Luc and Jack. Melina struggled to regain her breathing to see more than the dim, blurry shapes struggling across the kitchen. But Maria was no longer laughing, and if she wasn’t wrong, the still form lying across the room was Bertha.

“You killed her,” Maria suddenly shrieked. “You killed her, you bastard.”

Melina cleared her vision in time to see her sister dragging the gun from her purse and pulling it up. Luc was struggling across the room with one of the men, Jack had the other on the floor and the gun was pointing at Luc’s head.

“No…” Gathering the last bit of her strength Melina threw herself at her sister, her hand gripping Maria’s wrists as she fought to take the weapon.