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"Finish this, baby," I growl in her ear. "Finish before they reach theyacht."

My fingers plunge into her pussy. She grips my hand with her thighs, rubbing her clit against the side of my thumb, frantically working to reachorgasm.

"You're not concentrating," I whisper in her ear. "There are no boats or people. Just you and me. That's how it will always be. Just you and me. They are getting closer," Iwarn.

A tiny whimper falls from her lips. I push three fingers into her. She grips me with her pussy, rocking against the pressure of my hand. A breath catches in her throat stifling the scream as her pussy shudders around my hand. Her entire body is wound tight with tension, holding in the shattering pulses of the orgasm, working hard to hide her ecstasy. The erotic energy she's holding in transfers to me. I press my mouth against her shoulder, biting her lightly to stifle my own groan of pleasure as Icome.

Blake and the others are busy talking and sipping their drinks, hardly noticing us at the stern. Iwithdraw.

She quickly pulls up her suit. "I'm going down below," she says shakily. I follow her and reach for her as she steps into the bedroom. She pushes my hand away before collapsing into my arms. I carry her to the bed and lay her down, pressing a kiss against herforehead.

"You see, my sweet, you bring out the best in me." I kiss her again. "And you bring out theworst."

10

Angie

Iwake up from a deep,dreamless sleep, my body covered in a sheen of sweat. It takes me a few minutes to figure out where I am. The walls of the bedroom are covered in polished teak paneling. The bed I’m curled up on has an ornate wrought iron headboard. No expenses were spared by the owner. And just where is the owner, I ask myself as I sit up in a groggy stupor. It seems the nectar’s ‘good’ effects, the serenity, the unexplained feeling of bliss and the mega dose of carnal lust, wear off quicker the longer I've been taking it. That falls into the same pattern as most addictive drugs, I remind myself. Addictive drugs are something I know a little about. The irony that I'm now one of the strung out junkies I spent my professional career trying to help is not lost on me. Blake has already increased my injections to three times a day just to ward off the headache and creepy crawlies. But I don’t want more. More injections will undoubtedly put me in a permanent, mindlesshaze.

I hear deep voices and laughter above. I recognize Blake’s instantly and the two guards, but I don’t hear Kane’s smooth tone. I glance down to discover I’m in my bathing suit. I shift to drop my legs over the side and my tender ass quickly reminds me of what happened moments before I collapsed in exhausted anguish. The ache in my head assures me that I cried myself tosleep.

I walk to the porthole in the wall and stare out. We are still in the marina, still sitting amongst the other yachts and pleasure boats. The sun is lower in the sky signaling that I’ve slept through most of the afternoon. My stomach is painfully empty, and I’m slightly nauseous from the subtle rocking of theboat.

I walk into the bathroom. It’s grander than a king's, with gold plated hardware and alabaster white tile. I turn on the hot water, needing badly to rid myself of the deep shiver that threatens to overwhelm me. But it’s not just from the nectar. I can no longer pretend or ignore what my inner self has been screaming all this time. I’m captive. I’m his captive, the madman’s prisoner. I need to find a wayout.

The hot water clears my head more. If I skip a dose of nectar, I’m going to feel as if I’ve been chewed up and spit out. It’ll be hard, maybe even impossible to function. But then an injection will also make it hard to function. I'll just careless.

I’m convinced that Kane would never just return me to the streets. He would kill me first. I spent days worrying and fretting that he would tire of me and send me away or hand me off to his club members. If only he had. It is easy to see why Blake wanted so badly for it tohappen.

A knock on the bathroom door startles me out of my thoughts. I'm relieved when Blake's face pops inside. "How are ya feeling? You were sleeping like a bear in winter." He steps into the bathroom. "And here I thought you'd be too excited about the fresh air and sunshine torest."

I smile through the glass door at him. "I guess I was so overwhelmed by it, I got tired." Thankfully, it seems he didn't notice what was happening on the boat when he and the guards returned. If he had, he would have mentioned it to me. Discretely and without judgment because he was a good friend. But as close a confidante as he's become, I can't let him in on my plans to escape. As I stand in the shower it occurs to me this trip outside the underground compound is probably my only chance forfreedom.

"Where is Mr. Freestone?" I ask casually as I rub shampoo through myhair.

Blake looks at the big chrome watch on his wrist. "He should be back in a few hours. He went to look at a coupleislands."

The shampoo bottle slips from my fingers. Adrenaline shoots through me. A few hours with him away. It's all Ineed.

"We've got some food up on deck. Do you need some help getting dressed?" Blakeasks.

I open the shower door and grin. "As I've told you before, I've been dressing myself like a big girl for manyyears."

"Yeah, yeah, big girl stuff, I know. I'll be back down in fifteen to give you your injection." He laughs. "Just hope I can manage it. Jason bought a bottle of tequila. We've been gulping down margaritas. No boss around is kind of nice for a change." He freezes and turns back to me. "Don't tell him I said thatthough."

"Never." The margarita buzz gives me a new idea. Rather than start a defense right then about skipping the nectar, I decide to take a chance that he'll just forgetit.

Blake walks out. I quickly finish my shower and dry off. As the towel rubs my legs, the tiny invisible ants start their trek up my skin. I ignore the unsettling sensation. I don't have time to waste fretting about withdrawals. I'll deal with those once I'm free, I decide with what I know is ridiculousconfidence.

I pull on shorts and a t-shirt. The leather cuffs and anklets sit on the dresser. Kane allows me to go without them on the yacht. My plan is to head straight to the local police station, wherever that might be. It could very well be a long trip. I would give anything for my favorite pair of sneakers, but they are sitting snuggly in my closet waiting for Angie's return. I'm stuck with sandals. I'm sure I can run just as fast and far in them with the right motivation behind me. And I'mmotivated.

I hurry and leave the room, wanting to get up on deck and away from the bedroom as quickly as possible. It's part of the plan to make Blake forget the nectar. I also don't have minutes towaste.

The bright sun reminds me of the headache, the low thudding in my skull that has only just started. It will get worse, far worse. I have no choice except to powerthrough.

Blake, Jason and Oscar are sitting on the deck chairs drinking margaritas. Blake and Jason have something more than a friendship going on. Blake shares snippets of details, but for the most part, they keep it out of plain sight. One thing is certain, Kane's men are very loyal. They would have to be or he would never keep them on. He lives an entirely clandestine existence. It seems he keeps it that way with undying allegiance from others. Only now he's broken his rule and pulled me into his secret world. Even though I've given myself to him in every way possible, I never swore any loyalty oath to theman.

Jason is a giant of man with a shaved head and tattoos that make him look nothing short of menacing. But he has a friendly enough smile when he's not in bodyguard mode. The two guards have never said one word to me. Jason is the first to see me step onto deck. He gently nudges Blake's foot with hisown.

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