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The right side of his mouth quirks up into a smile like he caught my mistake but he chooses to say nothing. It would do no good to profess feelings now.

“Let’s get toknoweach other a little more, shall we?” he asks seductively. I thought I’d never know how a man can be so horny when his life is in danger, but the minute he slides his hand around my neck and kisses me just below my ear, my judgement is replaced with understanding and we’re a mess of naked, tangled limbs in eight seconds flat.

I guess he really paid attention earlier because he wastes no time hitting all the spots I like and he doesn’t hold back when I push against him, asking for a turn without using words.

“Not yet,” he snarls, rolling me on top of him, my back to his chest. “Arch your back and angle your hips down.”

A gasp tears from my throat. “Oh fuck.” He’s thrusting up into me from below and I’ve never experienced anything like this. I feel the telltale pressure build in my stomach as I reach overhead and fist his hair, mewling like a cat in heat.

“Shit, I’m going to come,” he growls as he slams up into me one more time, gripping my hips tightly as he pumps himself forward. When we finish, he starts chasing number two just like he told me he would. He presses my back forward so I’m sitting up, facing away from him. “Tuck your knees under you so your feet are pointed toward me and then sit back down.” I do as I’m told, wondering how I’m going to gain any leverage to be able to move myself on him just as he says, “Put your hands on my thighs and lean forward. Then raise and lower yourself. I want to watch myself spill out of you.”

I swear this man could get me off with his words alone. Again, I follow his instructions, very aware that as I rock forward, he has a clear view of my entire ass but it feels too good to give a shit.

“Fuck, baby, that feels so good. Do you like it?”

“Yes.”

“Then go faster,” he instructs just as a loud smack rings out as he slaps my ass, sending a shiver down my spine.

I moan and slam down on him as he chuckles. “Baby, you grip my dick any tighter and you might pull it right off…not that I’m complaining.”Why does he sound so calm right now? I feel like I’m fucking him within an inch of my life. He smacks my other ass cheek and I explode around his dick right as the sting turns to pleasure. I feel him twitch inside me, telling me he’s close so I slide up and down three more times until he’s digging into my hips, holding me against him as he fills me up.

Neither of us being able to sleep, we spend the next several hours getting lost in each through a symphony of moans, groans, screams, slaps, and slurps. At three thirty in the morning, we finally shower and eat something small.

By four o’clock we’re getting dressed and gearing up, my heartrate in overdrive and my nerves are back to sweating through my pores. Casper calmly goes over my outfit again. He tugs on my vest. “This doesn’t come off until I remove it from you, myself, understand?” I nod. “I mean it, Libby. I know it’s heavy, but even if it has to stay on for a week, I’m the only one who takes this off.”

“I understand. I won’t take it off,” I confirm, knowing he wants to hear the words. He checks my pockets and pulls out a magazine. “Show me how you change these.”

I press the button on the side of the gun releasing the one currently in place, letting it fall to the floor as I ram the fresh magazine in the weapon and rack the slide just like Bea taught me.

Casper gives me a quick smile. “You’re a fast learner.”

“Seems my life would depend on it,” I quip back.

He grabs my face with both hands and kisses me hard. “We’re going to get out of this.”

“I know.”

Actually, Idon’tknow, and even if we do, who’s to say a fate in Venezuela will be any better? I can’t think about that though. Right now, I need to focus on getting out of here alive.

We walk quietly up the trail to the governor’s house. The sounds of people moving around hit my ears as soon as Cas opens the back door and Luis steps into my line of sight almost immediately.

“Buenas dias, Dom, Libby.” His eyes are dancing with mischief as he nods his head in our direction and locks on to the fact that Casper has my hand clasped tightly in his. A slimy grin spreads across Luis’ features.

I return a tight smile and nod. Casper…Dominic - I guess he’s right, I better get used to the name - breaks out in rapid Spanish, his tone low and ominous. I don’t catch a single word but I do know I like hearing it come out of his mouth. Apparently, I have a thing for accents, although, if I never hear a Dutch accent again, I’ll be okay with it.

Luis seems to deflate a little at whatever Cas…ugh, Dominic says to him and his smile turns more into a sneer asDominicswitches back to English.

“My turf, my plan, my rules. Tell your men that until we’re off this island, they take their orders from me.”

Luis only hesitates for a second before responding, “Si, hermano.”Yes, brother.I don’t trust Luis as far as I can throw him and that isn’t far at all. I’m on edge, waiting for a sign that he or his men are going to betray Dominic.

I will use every bullet at my disposal if they try.

I can’t stay locked up while Dominic is out here with Richard and a band full of thugs. As if he can read my thoughts, Dominic turns to me and his eyes soften. “I’m not worried, Libby. We have the element of surprise and my brother may be a puppet for my parents, but he said he’d help us, so he will. I don’t know what he’ll do when we get back to Venezuela, but he won’t turn his back on us here.”

Great. That makes me feel a lot better.

Not.

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