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“That’s beautiful,” Guy said. “Don’t stop there.”

His approval surged through her, stronger than a shot of
vodka. She felt bold. Neva reached behind her to unclasp her bra. She removed
each strap but held the cups to her chest. She turned slowly, holding her
breasts up and out in a clear invitation to Guy.

Her vision cleared a moment, and she realized that in the
time she’d been performing for him, he had gotten naked. His cock jutted
forward from his hips, a powerful testament to his desire for her. It twitched
as if in response to her attention. Neva parted her lips.

“Show me your breasts,” Guy ordered.

Neva smiled at the naked lust in his voice. She slipped the
bra down an inch at a time, allowing the deep-brown tops of her nipples to peek
out amid the rest of her creamy brown skin. The hard tips of her nipples
finally popped out over the edge of her bra, drawing a gasp from her as the
lace scraped across her sensitive skin. Neva dropped the bra and let her
breasts fall free.

Guy tore open the condom pack and began fitting the latex
over his dick. “The panties. Quickly.”

A grinning Neva disobeyed, feeling the power she had now,
even when undressing for his pleasure. She looped her fingers through the
waistband of her panties but froze there, allowing her hips to gyrate as if she
were at the club. Slowly, she rotated to present her ass to him again. Only
then did she slide the fabric down over the firm, round flesh it covered. She
massaged and teased her own skin ostentatiously, hoping the display made him as
desperate to touch her as she was to feel his hands.

Her effort must have succeeded, because Guy stepped up
behind her and fitted his cock to her entrance. But instead of thrusting, he
waited, on the verge of impaling her. Neva could barely breathe. How many times
had she dreamed about this moment? She wanted him to invade her, to take her
the way she’d always wished he would.

“Back up onto it, Neva. Give me everything you’ve got.”

She looked back at him, confused. She knew how to ride a man
when she was on top, but in this position she thought a guy was supposed to
grab her hips and go to work.

“Move for me, honey. Use it to make yourself happy.”

Neva caught her breath. Of course, she liked sex. She’d
always sought her own pleasure. Still, having Guy standing behind her ordering
her to pleasure
herself
with
his
cock gave the act a twist she’d
never experienced before. Desire surged freshly through her.

She propped herself up on one arm and reached between her
legs, feeling where the tip of his cock kissed her folds. She’d soaked
everything around it. He would sink into her smooth as silk. She toyed with the
flesh around her entrance anyway, getting herself even more ready for him,
positioning him so she could take him in one long stroke.

“That’s it,” Guy whispered. He seemed to have no trouble
with her taking her time. He rested one hand on her hip but not forcefully.

Now that the moment to take him in had come, Neva could not
believe that all the details of it had been left to her. She slipped her
fingers out of the way but left them between her legs, where they could circle
her clit. She adjusted her posture so she could rest on her left wrist and
right elbow, leaving her free to pleasure herself.

Neva swirled her fingers over her clit, enjoying the
imminent intrusion of Guy’s cock, and the way his head just began to stretch
her. She pressed back against it bit by bit, the agonizingly slow movement
making him feel even larger. Neva strummed her clit all the while.

Guy groaned behind her but did not move. He stroked her hip,
his fingers reassuring her that he was content to let her set the pace, even if
she did it like this. To please herself, this
was
the right pace for
her. She took him to the root and rotated gently.

Then she wanted a different feeling. She shifted forward until
she nearly came off him, then pushed back suddenly to take him almost painfully
deep. Again, she paused to rock him inside her at maximum depth and rub her
clit in time to that delicious inner movement.

Neva wanted more pressure. She reared up, trusting Guy to
help her balance on her knees. Leaning back against him, she could only rock
and touch herself, but that was all she wanted. She needed him to stay buried
inside her as deep as possible for as long as possible.

Guy moaned as she gyrated. Both hands rested lightly on her
hips, then slid up her body to cup her breasts. His mouth lowered to her neck.
She felt completely encircled by him, supported and controlled by him even as
he set her free to find pleasure however she needed to.

Neva’s orgasm ripped up the length of her body, making the
tiny movements of his cock inside her almost unbearably pleasurable. Her voice
rose raw above them, sounding like a stranger’s. She wanted to collapse.
“Please, Guy. Take me now, however you want. I can’t hold myself up anymore.”
She abandoned herself to his arms, trusting him to carry her safely through the
waves of her pleasure.

That was when Guy sprang into action. Gripping her body with
every ounce of his muscle, he pushed and pulled her, off his cock, then back on
again. Still, his hips did not thrust. His arms became the lever, and Neva
became the object of pleasure. She cried out ever louder and longer. Each time
his cock sank into her, it prolonged her climax until she felt dazed with it.

When he finally came with a shout, their skin had grown so
slick with sweat that she slid a few inches down his body before either of them
managed to gain enough purchase to stabilize her. He cradled her, rocked her
even, his lips moving through the sticky mess of her hair.

“I want us to belong to each other, Neva,” he whispered.
“Always.”

She sighed and rested in his embrace, perfectly content
except for the whisper of doubt that wondered if, even after this, she would
have the strength and confidence to resist Matthew Lodi’s manipulations.

Emily, Javier and Fernando sat in a rented car in the
parking lot of the rundown apartment complex where Javier had pinpointed the
signal from Matthew’s smartphone. Pungent smells from the dumpster in the back
corner of the lot invaded the air inside the car, even with the windows rolled
up. Dead leaves piled to incredible heights. The place didn’t look
well-maintained.

Emily liked working in a group better than she’d expected.
It calmed her nerves a bit, though nothing could entirely stop her stomach’s
rumbling certainty that Matthew Lodi had her permanently outmatched.

“Woonsocket?” Javier said. “Is this even a real place? I
don’t think I’ve heard of it, and I’ve pretty much lived in Providence all my
life.”

“You have to be making an effort to get out if you want to
visit towns like this.”

“So you’ve been here before?”

Emily shrugged. “Matthew brought me here once or twice. I
think he has a friend who rents a place here. The important thing is, this is
the sort of apartment complex where no one cares what you do. He could have
dragged Carolina here in her nightgown and no one would have batted an eyelash.
That’s going to help us, because we can kick his ass in the parking lot if we
have to and we probably won’t have to talk to the cops about it.”

Fernando narrowed his eyes. “I thought you said no
violence.”

“I said no killing.”

“I think she’s relaxing her rules,” Javier said.

Fernando shrugged his approval.

“So unfortunately,” Javier said, “there aren’t a whole lot
of electronics involved at this point. They don’t exactly have RFID security
systems. I don’t have much to hack.”

Emily kissed his cheek. “We’re going to use your other
skillset today. I think I recall you picking a certain set of locks with a
hairpin?” She pulled a few out of her tawny hair and gave them to him. “If
Carolina’s restrained, we need to get her free.” She glanced at Fernando. She’d
taken charge more and more as they approached the place where Matthew had
stashed Carolina. She didn’t want to step on the older man’s toes, but he
seemed too distraught to really claim the lead.

Emily sighed. “Fernando, you’re the one in the most danger.
As you said, we don’t really know what we’re walking into. It helps a little
that we’re not going to his suggested meeting time and place. Still, Matthew
could have anyone with him. They could be gathering here before going over to
smoke you a few blocks away.”

Fernando spread his hands. “I’m prepared to risk my life and
freedom for her.”

“Fine. I’ll approach first. I’ll pretend I came looking for
Matthew. His car’s pretty obvious in the lot. It’s not crazy that I would find
him here. I’ll distract him as best I can, probably by getting into a fight,
and you two go for Carolina.”

The two men nodded. Emily paused. “Fernando, if this goes to
hell, I won’t hold it against you if you slip off into the woods. Understand?”
Her lover’s older brother nodded gratefully. “Javier, I’m not going to repeat
what I said to you a few days ago. I think you remember it.” She kissed him,
lingering at his lips as long as she dared.

She pulled away, this time breathing fast from nerves as
much as from arousal. “All right. Wish me luck, guys.”

She swung herself out of the car, forcing herself to move
with a confident stride that didn’t match the fear she felt. She stared at the
building as if she’d never seen it before. Matthew had brought her here back
when they were newly dating. She recalled being impressed by the place, though
she couldn’t have explained why for the life of her. Maybe the thrill of
escaping her father had addled her brain.

Emily went to the door of the apartment Matthew had been
using and knocked sharply. Panicked noises sounded from within. She glanced at
the curtains over the windows. If guys with guns were sitting in there, this was
the part where they’d blow her to kingdom come just for intruding. Emily stood
still and tried to look innocent.

The flimsy door swung open. Matthew stood before her looking
tired as hell, dressed only in a pair of faded jeans. The sight would have taken
her breath away not long before, since his torso still made for the stuff of
legends. Emily blinked as if she were awed. “Hey,” she smiled. “Can we talk?”

He rubbed the back of his hand over his mouth. He seemed
surprised. He peered around her, looking out into the parking lot, and Emily
was glad she’d brought the rental. “Where’s your boyfriend? Mr. Bonavita?”

She shrugged. “Does it matter, Matthew?”

He glanced back into the room. Emily carefully restrained
herself from following his gaze. “I guess not,” he said after a moment. He
turned back to her wearing a false smile. “I’m glad to see you, Emily. I didn’t
expect you to look for me out here, but it’s good you did.”

She relaxed. “Should I come in?”

“Nah. Let’s go for a little walk.” He moved to take her
elbow, but she dodged his hand neatly. Her stomach churned in earnest. She
could pretend she wanted to talk to Matthew, but she wasn’t like him. Emily
didn’t think she could feign any real desire for reconciliation, and she
certainly couldn’t go head to head in his game of sexual manipulation. She
thought frantically as they walked side by side into the parking lot.

“How has business been, Matthew?” she asked. She headed for
the side of the building, hoping to give Fernando and Javier a clear path to
the room. He gave noncommittal answers. She felt relieved he wasn’t
relentlessly trying to talk her into “working together” anymore or into
declaring love she didn’t feel. But with him preoccupied like this, she worried
she wouldn’t be able to keep him distracted long enough for Fernando and Javier
to get to Carolina.

Then she hit on the mother lode, almost by mistake. “How’s
the Elise?” Emily asked.

Javier gritted his teeth as Emily disappeared around the
corner with Matthew. His brother touched his arm. “It’s obvious she’s over
him,” Fernando murmured. “And even more obvious how she feels about you.”

“I trust her. Don’t worry about that. It’s that snake I
don’t trust. I wouldn’t put anything past him.”

“Didn’t you tell me yourself how tough she is?”

“She could kick
my
ass, no problem. But that guy’s
the original abs of steel. And he’s twice her size.”

Fernando stopped walking and yanked Javier to face him. “Do
you want to go after her? Because if you’re coming with me, I’m going to need
all of you.” Fernando paused significantly. “I think she’d want you to trust
her to take care of him if necessary.”

Javier ducked his head. “Right. Of course.”

“Now, she’s buying us as much time as she can. Let’s use
it.”

Javier twirled Emily’s hairpin once through his fingers, then
put it to work on Matthew’s locked door. It gave easily, as he would have
expected from a lock in an outdated apartment complex. He swung the door open
as quietly as he could and almost fell over when Fernando rushed past him to
get to the restrained woman on the couch.

“Carolina!”

“Don’t shout, Fernando, for God’s sake.” Javier eased the
door shut behind him and restored the lock. The apartment somehow managed to be
bare and cluttered at the same time—almost no furniture, but plenty of trash.
The once-white paint on the walls had turned to the dingy color of a dirty
sidewalk. Javier searched for a piece of furniture to drag in front of the door
for good measure. Fernando hissed urgent commands that pulled him away from the
task.

“Leave that, Javier, and help me get her out of these
things.” Fernando cradled Carolina in his lap, stroking a lock of hair out of
her face. A piece of duct tape covered her mouth. His brother looked desperate.
“She has bruises, Javier. Is it safe to just pull this off?”

Javier sighed. “It’s going to hurt, but I think you have
to.” He raised an eyebrow at Carolina. “As long as you think you can keep from
screaming.”

The woman nodded. Her hands fisted in her restraints. Good.
She knew what she was getting into.

Fernando ripped the tape off her mouth, almost sobbing when
the maneuver tore bits of skin off her lips. Carolina smiled at him as best she
could. Javier had to look away. The scene reminded him too much of how he’d
been hurt for Fernando’s sake, and just behind that, the memory of Sabi waited.

Javier touched Carolina’s ankles lightly to let her know he
was there, then went to work with the hairpin on the cuffs holding her legs
together. He pursed his lips, grimly remembering Emily’s stories about Matthew
overpowering her in order to restrain her. He understood her prohibition
against violence, but Matthew didn’t deserve that sort of lenience. Not by a
long shot.

“The California edition of the Elise isn’t the same as the
other releases of that car,” Matthew said. Emily leaned against the outside
wall of the apartment building and tried to look as interested as she could.

Matthew paused his nonstop onslaught of automotive
conversation. He smiled as if she were a pet or small child and launched into
his gentle voice. “Do you want to take a ride in the car? It’s been awhile. I
think you’d appreciate it better now.” Emily’s entire body went on guard.

“I’m not getting in the car with you.”

His big hand closed around her upper arm. “Come on, Emily.
Don’t you remember our first date? I drove you around for hours before you let
me take you home.”

Emily laughed nervously. Matthew guided her in the direction
of the parking lot. She hoped to God that Fernando and Javier were out of sight
by now. The last place she wanted to be was in the passenger seat of a car
driven by Matthew Lodi. She steeled herself for a desperate avoidance measure
of some kind.

On the way to the Elise, she spotted a vaguely familiar
figure crossing the parking lot. “Is that Sergio Aristone?” Emily fought the
instincts that wanted her to come to a screeching halt, stare openly and shout
the name in a shocked voice. The figure approached the doorway to the apartment
where she’d found Matthew.

Emily’s insides turned to ice. Javier and Fernando should be
inside that apartment by now. She wanted to help them, but she risked making
matters worse if she tipped Matthew off to their presence. She needed to keep
her ex outside above all else.

Matthew still hadn’t answered her. She glanced at him and
found an unsettling expression on his face. His hand tightened on her arm.
“That was unfortunate timing,” he said.

“What are you saying?”

“Emily, I love you. You know that. I’ve tried to tell you so
many times, but you just wouldn’t listen.”

She tried to pull back, but he gripped her with both hands
now. “Matthew, you’re scaring me.”

“Maybe you can promise to be on my side. To stay with me. In
my house. I won’t be able to let you leave for a while, but I’m sure we can
work toward a solution eventually.”

“Matthew, are you insane? What is going on with you?”
Fighting strength to strength would guarantee her defeat, no matter how much
her fight-or-flight reflexes wanted her to resist him directly. Emily stopped
struggling, conserving her body’s energy for an opportunity to really escape him.
She studied him, trying to pinpoint any weaknesses.

Matthew lowered his voice. “I think he saw you. He’s not
going to like that you’re here.”

Emily cocked her head, the implications of the situation
sinking into her brain. “Matthew Lodi, are you
working
for him?”

“Of course not.”

“Then why is he opening the door to your apartment like he
has his own key?”

Matthew sighed. “Actually, it’s his apartment.”

“What?”

He shook her a little. “Emily, we have to get you out of
here. We have to get you safe. I don’t work
for
him, but we’re on good
terms. We’re friends. I’ll talk to him for you. I’ll make everything right.
I’ll be able to ask a favor from him tonight, because that’s when I’m giving
him Fernando Bonavita.”

She pressed her lips together and stared. “I knew you were
no good, but this goes beyond anything I would have believed of you.”

“Emily, Emily, Emily. Listen. Stop talking for once and
really listen to me.” His blue eyes seemed so earnest that her stomach turned.
She tried to turn away, but he wouldn’t let her. “What’s the difference between
giving Bonavita to Guy or giving him to Sergio? There’s no difference—not
really. He’s a piece of trash. I’m taking him to the garbage man who pays the
most. That’s all. If you would listen to me, Emily, we could be so good
together.”

“Fernando Bonavita is a human being, not trash.” Emily
gritted her teeth. Her fists clenched. She wanted to knock Matthew’s perfect
features sideways. “He deserves a fair trial. Not only that, Matthew, you don’t
love me. You don’t act like it. Not at all.”

Emily could almost see the strategy she needed. Shift her
weight to the left, and when he inevitably dug in with strength toward the
right, she could switch right. If she rolled them both to the ground, she’d
have a more even playing field.

Matthew tugged her toward the Lotus. Emily didn’t think she
could beat him, but she had to try. She jerked to the left. She would give him
the fight of his life.

At the sound of a key in the door, Fernando stiffened.
“We’ve got to go, Javier. Finish up.”

Javier shoved away from Carolina, coming quickly to his
feet. “I freed her feet first for a reason. You two get out of here. I’ll do
what I can to hold him off.”

“Javier, why don’t you come with us?”

Incomprehensible pain filled Javier’s chest. He knew it
showed on his face too but couldn’t picture any form extreme enough to express
it. “I can’t leave Emily. Go, Fernando.” His brother hesitated for just a
moment, then nodded and scooped Carolina up into his arms.