Rogue Renegades (Rogue Trilogy) (4 page)

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Reading the same paragraph for the fifth time, Abby
finally gave up and put her E-reader down. She usually enjoyed reading the dozens of spy books she bought, finding them to be highly amusing for the most part, but she couldn’t get into this one. Not when she’d unexpectedly found herself back in danger once more.

Hot and sticky, she glanced out the window to see that it was nearly dark. She’d eaten everything on her plate and still had half of her water left.
Ryan was doing a good job of keeping her safe, secluded and fed, but the inactivity was getting to her and she was starting to feel more and more restless.

Stepping into the bathroom, she took a quick shower and washed her hair with the cheap shampoo. There was no conditioner and she grimaced at the knowledge that her hair was going to become
hopelessly tangled. Using Ryan’s towel for the second time, she shivered at the thought of it sliding over his naked body. She’d only seen him partially naked so far, but she had a vivid imagination and could picture the rest of his body all too well.

Dressing in the clothes that she’d hand washed
earlier, she briskly dried her hair then used the comb she found under the sink to tug the tangles out. It fell down her back in damp clumps but it would dry quickly enough in this humidity. She’d worn one of Ryan’s black shirts while her clothes had dried. Completely naked beneath the shirt, she’d fantasized about him barging into the room, stripping off the shirt, bending her over and taking her from behind again.

Fanning herself with her hands, she recalled her fantasy
again and felt her face flame. Abby wasn’t usually the type to get herself off by manual manipulation, but she’d come very close to resorting to it. She was both looking forward to Ryan’s arrival and dreading it. He had a job to do and she was an unwanted complication as well as a distraction. She had to keep her growing lust secret, at least until after his mission was complete.

Ryan
put off going to bed for as long as he could. The other five bandito leaders had questioned him about Marcos’ death and Ryan had explained the story. Their rivalry had been well known and they’d all expected it to end in blood one day. No one was surprised that Alejandro had won the battle. He was a cold, heartless man and he would let nothing stand in the way of his goals, whatever they might be.

Hostile, wary and curious eyes
watched him as he finished off his eighth beer and stumbled to his feet. Even when he was drunk, he remained disturbingly alert. No one was brave enough to cross him now that Marcos was dead. By eliminating him, Alejandro had just elevated himself to the number one position beneath Diego himself.

Making sure to weave as he made his way towards his bedroom,
Ryan wished he was even half as drunk as he was pretending to be. He had an arrangement with one of the women so he could keep up the appearance of being just one of the guys. Carlotta brought him beers that he only pretended to drink. She took away his mostly full bottles without letting anyone know that he was still sober. He slipped her enough money to keep her children clothed and fed and she kept his secrets.

Nodding to the two men on guard duty, he pretended to fumble the lock
to his bedroom door open. It was important for these bandits to see him as one of them and that meant he had to blend in. Now that he finally had a woman locked away in his room, they’d accepted him even more. It was time to pretend to take Abby by force again and his stomach lurched in lust rather than with nausea at the thought.

Sitting on the bed, she stood and backed up against the wall again as he locked the door. Her cheeks were flushed and she avoided his eyes as he headed for the bathroom. Using the toilet, he washed his face and hands free of grime and wiped them with his towel. He caught a faint scent of Abby on the towel and his erection
swelled even further.

If he
’d had any decency, he’d jerk himself off then climb into bed beside her and leave her alone. His need outweighed his sense of protectiveness and he stalked back into the bedroom almost angrily. Without a word, he stripped down until he was completely naked then turned the light off. Once more, light from the bathroom illuminated the bedroom.

Abby swallowed hard when
Ryan kept his eyes on her as he’d undressed. His chest and abs were as sculpted as she’d imagined them to be. He was large, well-muscled and perfectly proportioned. His penis was stiff when he angrily stalked over and switched off the light. She’d have happily done anything he wanted. All he had to do was give her a command and she would obey.

Coming to a stop in front of Abigail,
Ryan watched her face. He saw signs of fear in her wide eyes and clenched hands. Loathing himself, he knew he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from taking as much pleasure in her body as he could. “Fight me,” he whispered quietly then took her by the shoulders and kissed her hard.

Ryan
’s tongue invaded her mouth and Abby’s legs almost failed her. She knew he wanted her to resist him, so she struggled free and slapped him so hard that her palm stung. A tiny smile flickered across his face, then he bent and put her over his shoulder. In three strides, he reached the bed and tossed her down. Wrestling her to the bedhead, he straddled her and held her down with his weight alone as he reached over and opened the top drawer of the bedside table.

Heat pooled between
Abby’s thighs when he pulled out two pairs of handcuffs. He cuffed her to the bed with her arms stretched wide. “Use the gag,” she pleaded and his back stiffened. He nodded and reached inside the drawer to pull out the strip of cloth.

Ryan
wasn’t sure why Abby wanted him to gag her, but he suspected it was so she could muffle her cries of disgust. She thought he was doing his best to protect her and she didn’t want to hurt his feelings when he used her body. Even knowing this, he was still rock hard when he gagged her then straddled her body again.

His hands trembled slightly when he began to unbutton her blouse.
It clung to her sweaty skin from the sheer humidity in the room. Opening each button slowly, he spread it open to reveal a lacy white bra that was endearingly virginal. His eyes lingered on the mounds of her breasts for a few moments before he shifted backwards. Popping open the button of her pants, he slid the zipper down.

He pulled
her pants down to her feet and dropped them to the floor then simply stared at her prone body. Her legs were together, hiding her cleft from him. Her panties matched the bra and were white and lacy. He slid them down her legs and tossed them over his shoulder, then moved his hands to the insides of her legs and spread them open as he worked his way up higher. Spread open wide, she was completely revealed to him and he felt the overwhelming need to dip his head and taste her.

Closing his eyes, he mastered the urge and told himself to stop torturing her and to get this over with quickly.
His body had other ideas and his hands reached behind her and undid the clasp of her bra. He freed her breasts and pushed the bra up until it sat around her throat like a lacy necklace. Her breasts were full, round and fit into his palms perfectly. Her eyes had darkened and she was breathing fast. They closed when he lowered his head and drew her nipple into his mouth. It puckered and he sucked her hard, stroking and squeezing her other breast.

Feeling like he’d come at any second, he s
lid his hands down her sides, then cupped her ass and lifted her. He hesitated at the opening of her vagina then found the groove of her ass instead. Sweat gathered on his brow as he thrust against her. He’d come very close to entering her that time. Far too close.

Abby ground her teeth against the gag and held in her groans as
Ryan’s mouth tormented her breasts. She was aching with need and if he even brushed her pubic hair once he’d send her to the moon with the strength of her climax. She was nearly there already with her legs spread to either side of his as his prick teased her without penetrating her. It was all she could do not to pump her pelvis in rhythm with him. If she did, if she moved at all, then he would know how badly she wanted him to take her.

Taking his eyes off Abby’s
breasts, Ryan glanced down at her pelvis and again had the overwhelming urge to plunge his tongue deep inside her. It was one invasion he couldn’t condone, yet the image pushed him over the edge. He came and spurted into the blanket beneath her.

Frustrated with the need to orgasm, Abby closed her legs to hide how
aroused she was from Ryan when he climbed off her. She’d almost come when he’d so hungrily looked down at her lower body. Luckily for her, the angle was wrong for him to see how dewy she was. She kept her eyes closed as he unlocked her restraints then climbed off and headed for the shower. Under the cover of darkness, Abby opened her legs wide and furiously rubbed her clit, using her own wetness as a lubricant. She clapped a hand over her mouth to muffle her moans as she came then lay there in the small patch of wetness left from Ryan. She roused herself when the shower shut off and managed to dress herself and climb beneath the covers before he stepped into the room.

Abby was huddled on her side facing away from him when
Ryan shamefacedly slipped into bed beside her. No amount of apologies would ever make up for using her like that again. He only hoped she would never find out about just how selfishly he was using her body as a vessel for his long denied needs.

It took a long time for Abby to fall asleep. She had only one more night in
Ryan’s bed before this would all be over. She just had to hide her desire from him one more time and then they would part ways and they’d never see each other again. She’d led hundreds of covert operations and had performed many difficult tasks that would have broken a lesser woman. Surely she could get through just one more night without giving away her true emotions.

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Excitement was high with the impending arrival of their boss. Diego was almost a figure of legend among the bandits. Like all of them, he’d begun with nothing. He’d worked his way up from a street urchin
without a cent to his name into a man who owned the streets. Still only in his early forties, he was worth hundreds of millions of dollars, lived in a secret mansion somewhere near Rio and had a harem of beautiful women at his beck and call. He’d never forgotten his origins or the people who had made his wealth possible. He travelled frequently, visiting the compounds and personally thanking his hard workers. He gave each of them an annual bonus based on their accomplishments.

It was ironic to
Ryan that he would likely get a sizable bonus from the man that he was planning on murdering. He’d organized scams that had raked in hundreds of thousands of dollars for their team. Most of the money would be handed over to Montoya, but they kept a small percentage for themselves. Most of it was spent on drugs, alcohol and hookers whenever they visited Rio. Ryan gave his proceeds to the needy. He had more than enough money stashed in offshore accounts and he’d want for nothing when his job was done.

For the first time in two years, h
e had to revise that thought. Maybe he would want for something after all. He might put an end to Montoya, but he would still be wifeless and alone. He found himself craving female companionship again. Immediately feeling guilty of his betrayal to his wife, Ryan pushed such useless wishes aside. Maybe he’d be able to let Miranda’s memory rest when his mission was done. For now, he had to concentrate on getting through the day and one more night with Abby in his bed.

For once, he found his job
of gathering protection money to be helpful rather than distasteful. It occupied his mind and kept him too busy to spend more than a few moments at a time thinking about Abby’s flawless body. He didn’t know the real reason why she was in Brazil or even if she really did have a boyfriend. He only knew that she was brave and beautiful and that she was counting on him to keep her safe.

At the end of the long, hot day, he brooded
during the drive back to their compound. His morose silence made his driver glance at him nervously. Alejandro wasn’t much of a talker, but his mood seemed darker than usual. No one had heard a peep from the mysterious brunette that he’d sequestered in his room two nights ago. Some of the men had whispered about breaking into his room and tasting the white woman’s delights. The driver hoped no one had been stupid enough to try it. Alejandro would gut them for daring to touch what belonged to him.

Just one more night,
Ryan told himself when they reached the compound. In twenty-four hours or so, this would all be over and he would finally be free to return home. Or at least to return to his home country. He’d have to avoid Washington, of course. If Trevor caught wind that he was in the city, he’d have a very slim chance of escaping from his old boss.

Eating the meal that
Carlotta gave him, Ryan pretended to drink several beers but finally found the draw of Abigail to be too much. He had to see her naked again and to have her beneath him just one last time.