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  He took a second to admire her as her beautiful breasts heaved, almost mesmerising him as the simple black bra struggled to contain them. Fuck she was magnificent!

  “K?” she asked as he took a second to look at her. The wound on her side looked red and angry and he felt fury and fear flood him at the thought that he could have lost her from this world. He shook it off, determined to enjoy whatever this was between them.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he said as he lifted and twisted laying her down on the quilt covering the bed. Quickly he tugged her jeans and underwear down her legs, stopping to kiss his way down her taut belly, paying extra attention to the area where she had been hurt as if trying to heal her with his kiss. Throwing the jeans to the floor he sank to his knees, settling his shoulders between her legs, opening her to his gaze.

  Her pink pussy glistened with desire, the tiny landing strip in the middle like a beacon. Lowering his head, he blew across her clit and smiled when she bucked up from the bed, tunnelling her hands in his hair, pulling him to where she wanted him. That was one of the things he loved about her—she was never afraid to ask for what she wanted in bed.

  He tongued her, fucking her with his tongue as she pulled his hair, her hips moving in rhythm. He looked up as he moved his tongue over her clit, sucking until she squirmed. His eyes caught hers and the need in them made him so hard, his dick was nearly painful as he felt pre-cum leak from his cock.

  He added a second finger as he continued to finger fuck her, while sucking her clit until he felt her muscles start to tighten around him, making it difficult to move his fingers. Her legs clamped down on him as her climax slammed into her and she threw her head back and cried out his name.

  He lapped at her gently, before standing and shedding his jeans. His cock sprang free, and he gripped it hard, stoking it a few times as she watched, her eyes dark with desire, her lips plump from their kiss. He knew she liked to watch him stroke his cock, he thumbed the end spreading the wetness around the tip, as she twisted her nipple and began to play with her sweet cunt.

  “You taste so fucking sweet,” he said as his slumberous eyes watched her pleasure herself, it was beautiful torture.

  “I want to taste you,” she said as she came to her knees. She never took her eyes off him as she crawled to the end of the bed. Her hand replaced his and he hissed as her soft, wet mouth closed over the crown of his cock. He placed his hand on her head as she bobbed her head up and down taking more and more of him. He played with her perfect pert tits as she slipped her hand between her legs and touched her clit.

  Fuck, had there ever been a more stunning sight? He felt his dick start grow and harden as his climax fizzed along the base of his spine, but he didn’t want to come in her mouth… this time, he wanted in her sweet pussy.

  Pulling her head back, he felt the pop as his dick came free. He cupped her face and kissed her, his tongue dancing with hers as they each wrestled for dominance. He broke away, reaching for his wallet. He quickly took out a condom and rolled it on as she watched with hunger in her eyes. K tried to temper the rumble in his throat at the way she was looking at him.

  Her arms came out to him as he pushed her back to the bed, her hips lifting as he rubbed his cock along the wetness of her pussy.

  “I need you, K,” she whimpered and the sound of it from her, the strong beautiful woman who had held his heart for so many years was his undoing.

  “I’ve got you, Kitten,” he breathed as he pushed into her warm, tight heat. It was indescribable how she hugged his cock with her body and it felt like the only place he ever needed to be. If he died right now, he would die happy and content. He began to rock into her body as she raised her legs wrapping them around his back. Her perky breasts bounced as he pushed in harder and harder.

  “Fuck, Kitten,” he moaned as he tried to control his body’s response to her. Her hands grabbed for his shoulders as he bent to kiss her. His hand travelled down her body as he felt her climax start to build. He pumped faster as he grazed her clit with his thumb.

  Roz bucked against him meeting him thrust for thrust until her body flew apart under him, tightening in exquisite pleasure pulling his orgasm from him. Her eyes found his as she fell apart in his arms, a million emotions in them. He watched as Roz’ eyelids fluttered closed as his body came down from the most powerful climax of his life.

  Kanan rolled to his side taking her with him, their bodies still connected. He needed to deal with the condom, but he wanted to lie with her in his arms and bask in what they had shared before she pulled back, hiding behind the walls she had built.

  Kissing her head tenderly, he slipped from the bed and her sweet body and walked to the bathroom to get rid of the condom. Returning to the room his stomach tightened when he opened the door and wondered for a split second if she would be gone. He hid his surprise and delight when he saw her smiling at him from the bed.

  Fuck, I love her so much, too much maybe!

  Shaking the thought away, he slid back into the bed beside her, hauling her into his arms. She snuggled into his side, slinging a leg over his hips. They had spent many a night like this, with him running his fingers through her hair as he felt her nuzzle his chest and he smiled, knowing she couldn’t see it. They lay like that for a while as he felt her breathing even out and she fell asleep in his arms, he uttered the words he knew she wouldn’t want to hear.

  “I love you, Kitten,” he said a few minutes later as he was cresting the abyss between sleep and wakefulness he heard the words that crushed him.

  “I hate you, K.” The words were merely a whisper, but they were there, and he felt hope leave him that this would be anything other than one night to remember for however long either one of them had left on this earth.

  Chapter Twelve

  “Girl, those boys are not gonna know what hit them!” Mustique exclaimed as she looked over Megan’s shoulder in the mirror. It was hard to believe the quiet brunette had gone from pretty girl next door to sex siren knockout in under an hour.

  “I look okay?” she asked unsure of herself and Roz looked her up and down in astonishment.

  “Are you fucking crazy? Look in the mirror, Megan. You look like every male fantasy come to life.”

  Megan smiled at her words, the blush that crossed her cheeks was adorable, but Roz hoped she could curb it. At least she wasn’t looking away now and accepted the compliment with a smile.

  They had curled her dark chocolate brown hair, pinning some of it up off her long slender neck, allowing a few tendrils to cascade down. Her eye makeup was smoky and sultry, giving her a ‘come fuck me’ look, red lips finished it off. Daniel’s ‘date’ would be expected to wear jewels and they had fastened a diamond teardrop necklace around her throat with matching earrings in her delicate lobes.

  “You have the knife on your leg. Do not use it unless you have to, the chances are it will be taken off you and used against you if you do. Try not to speak too much, let Daniel do all the talking unless you are spoken to and then keep it brief.”

  “Yes, I understand, I won’t let you down,” Megan murmured.

  Roz opened the door and led them down the stairs where the others were waiting.

  Drew whistled appreciatively, while Kanan stepped forward and took Megan’s hands. “You look beautiful sweetheart,” he said sweetly.

  Roz felt her eyes go soft as her heart beat faster. She had left his bed at three am after he’d made love to her again, and she could still feel his touch on her skin. It had been the hardest thing she ever did to leave him, but in her heart, she still believed it to be the right thing to do.

  Watching him take the time to give Megan the confidence boost she desperately needed just reminded her what kind of man he was. Roz caught Zin’s eye as he smiled at her and then looked at Daniel who was scowling as if he’d just been stung on the bollocks by a wasp. God, what was with him? He looked good though, kind of dark and brooding, with his dark looks and the scruff on his face, not to mentio
n the way the man filled out a tux. She could see why Megan had lost it over him. Daniel might be the quiet one but fuck if he didn’t prove the saying about having to watch the quiet ones true. She saw Zin nudge him with his elbow before he nodded his head at Megan.

  “Thanks, K,” Megan replied with a pleased smile, then she turned to Drew with a small smile. “You look good too, Drew.” Roz tried to swallow the grin as her words registered with Daniel and his face darkened even more. It shocked Roz that this beautiful young woman had no idea how gorgeous she was but could dish out compliments to others so easily.

  Daniel took the hint and moved closer, his eyes travelled over her slowly and Roz wondered if anyone else could feel the sparks in the room. He didn’t say anything to her just nodded and offered his arm. “Let’s get this shit show on the road,” he said as he led a clearly crushed Megan to the door.

  Roz moved as if to say something, but K grabbed her arm. “Leave it,” he cautioned. The touch of his hand on her arm and the way he said it gave her pause. “He’s struggling, let him have that one.”

  Roz wondered if he was referring to himself as much as Daniel. She shook his arm off and walked outside not trusting herself to speak. Everything in her wanted to beg him to take her home and never let her go, but she couldn’t do it.

  “Mustique?” she called.

  “Yes?”

  “Make sure we haven’t left anything, we won’t be coming back.” They had managed to commandeer two 4x4’s that would get them and the weapons they had amassed in the last two days to and from the cottage over the hard terrain.

  Zin had connected with a contact in an opposing Russian Bratva and they were only too happy to help them out with a safe house in town that would accommodate the girls. They even offered to help but they had declined, wanting to keep those particular connections on the down-low.

  Rykov Anatolievich was the new head of the Anatolievich family and a rising star in the Russian Bratva. He hated the Denisovich family as much as she did. The families had been close but Usov had killed Rykov’s older sister Masha. Roz and Masha had been in school together and Rykov had never forgotten the friendship that she and Zin had shown Masha.

  Of course, he hadn’t known Roz was alive until Zin had called him, but either way, he’d been happy to help her brother and if it avenged Masha then so be it. Rykov was not a good man, but he never dealt in the flesh trade and the women who worked for him were treated with respect and given freedom. Roz didn’t condone prostitution, but she didn’t vilify it either. These women were given choices and that was all that mattered to her.

  Climbing in beside Zin she watched as K got in on the driver’s side beside Will who had his laptop open and Roz wondered if he slept with the thing as it was always with him.

  “You good?” her brother asked from beside her, his eyes on the man in front of him. She and Zin had grown closer this last year and she loved that. Celeste had joined their family and had forced her way into Roz’s heart as much as Zin’s. It was crazy that she and K were linked forever now, possibly sharing nieces and nephews in the future. Her heart ached that she would not get to feel that closeness to him again.

  “I’m fine. Is everything set?”

  He looked at her, his eyes intense and then he let it go. She loved him so much for that. “Yes, Zack has a team on standby in the UK to get us out. Will has Daniel and Megan on the guest list with Drew and we’ve monitored their security as much as we can without getting too close. They are on guard because they know you are here, but Usov is arrogant and won’t be expecting this. Security is tight though.”

  The cars pulled up and Daniel helped Megan out as Drew and Mustique came around and opened the door for the limo they had waiting to take them up to the mansion. Mustique would hide in the vehicle, driven by one of Rykov’s men and then slip in through the back.

  “Comms check,” Daniel called when they were seated.

  “We have you loud and clear, Phoenix,” Will replied using Daniels code name.

  Will had set it up so that they could hear and communicate with each other at all times. Everyone had their watches on for him to monitor, everyone except Megan. That was why it was so important for her not to get separated from Daniel. If they lost her. It made Roz shudder to think about it.

  Kanan turned around to address them, her eyes studied him looking for signs that he was angry with her, she knew she deserved his anger, but she found none in his gaze. “You’re with me,” he said to her.

  “Uh, no that was not the plan,” she said trying to remain calm.

  “Plans change, you’re with me. Zin is with Will and Mustique.”

  “When was this decided and why?” she asked clenching her hands into fists as she felt her hackles rise.

  “Daniel decided it because he thinks it’s a bad idea for a brother and sister who love each other to partner up. It will cause emotions to come into it.”

  Roz angled her body towards Zin, blocking K and the arrogant look he wore out before she punched him in his handsome face. “Tell him this isn’t happening,” she ground out through clenched teeth.

  She watched as Zin frowned and looked at K. Her brother was clearly conflicted. “You’ll protect her?” he asked as if she wasn’t there.

  “With my life.” Came the reply that made her throat go tight.

  Zin looked at her his eyes going soft, as he held her hand. “He’s right, we need to keep a clear head, and this is personal for us both, we need to have some distance and an impartial party watch our backs.”

  No, no this couldn’t happen. K would stop her. “But K isn’t impartial either,” she implored.

  “Why is that, Roz?” her brother asked quietly.

  Oh God, he knows. The words stuck in her throat as she tried to force them out. Because he loves me, and I love him. She screamed in her head, but she couldn’t admit it out loud. She looked away from them both, as angry, frustrated tears filled her eyes, making her even angrier. She never cried, being with this lot had made her soft.

  “Fine,” she said the one word with finality. She would not let them see how they were affecting her.

  “Phoenix and the Dove are pulling up and exiting the vehicle,” Will said as Kanan drove straight past the compound and up into the hills. He parked the 4x4 close to the trees and vegetation, where a passing patrol wouldn’t see it unless they were looking.

  Roz heard Daniel as he was greeted by the security on the door, he gave his name and was allowed entry.

  “Time to get to work,” Kanan said as he swung the door open.

  Yes, it was time to finish this.

  Chapter Thirteen

  As she ran past the edge of the lawn, she felt K at her back. The guards had dogs and that was one thing she hated. Usov had always used Rottweilers to patrol his property. The snarling and snapping beasts had always frightened her to death, it had been a great source of amusement to him. He had used the animals as one more form of torment.

  She pulled her knees up, hugging them to her body, trying to keep what little body heat she had. The cold, wet concrete floor of the dungeon seeped into her skin as she heard the animals barking in the next room.

  As if it wasn’t bad enough they had killed her only friend, now they had thrown her in this dungeon next to the dogs, except they were treated better and fed. Her eyes watered as she leaned her thin body against the wall and thought about Talia.

  Zin had promised to send someone to help her get through her time here until he got her out. Talia had been one of the maids in the house. She had been quiet and unassuming until one night she revealed to Roz that she was an ex-Mossad agent and was here to help her until someone could get her out.

  Talia had been so beautiful, with dark curly hair and big brown eyes. She had talked to Roz about her life as an agent and how she had come to be one when her family was killed. She left the Mossad when she joined a secret group of women called Zenobi. She was enthralled as she listened to tails of women who had survived
horrific events and gone on to become warriors.

  Zenobi had been started hundreds of years ago in Greece, the story Talia told was of a Princess who longed to be a warrior and not satisfied with the arranged marriage forced upon her, she led a rebellion and formed Zenobi, meaning Force of Zeus.

  Talia was the last of them now. She had taught Roz everything she knew about fighting, killing, and surviving, making her stronger both in body and mind. Talia had been harsh but fair, never letting her give up, chastising her when she saw her give in to the emotions that warred in her mind, making her weak.

  That was until Usov had caught Talia training Roz. He had sneered at them and clapped. Then he’d raped Talia as Roz watched. They were dragged into the dungeon, and Roz heard everything as her friend was ripped apart by the beasts in the room next door. That was the day she vowed that when she got out, she would continue Zenobi as her friend’s legacy and kill the entire Denisovich family.

  That was a month ago and now she was so weak from lack of food that she could hardly stand. She couldn’t even fight when the guards used her body, she was just so weak. Closing her eyes, she prayed for a miracle.

  “Roz are you okay?” she heard K call from behind her.

  She shook off the memory and concentrated on him instead. “Yes, I’m fine.”

  He seemed to look into her mind as if he could feel what she was feeling. “Okay, let’s go. Daniel has Usov with him and Drew has the door opened.”

  “How do you know that?” she asked perplexed.

  “The comms, Kitten,” he said gently.

  Fuck she had really zoned if she’d missed all that. She needed to get her head in the game or she was going to wind up getting someone killed.

  ~~~

  When he saw her walk down the stairs in the cottage it had been like a kick to the guts. She was so beautiful it almost hurt to look at her. So, he’d been a dick again and ignored it. The look on her face when he’d allowed himself to look her over had been pure torture, his body had practically vibrated with the need to touch her when she looked at him with such want in her innocent face.