Page 31 of Liberator

His expression was a mix of smugness and desire as he rolled over and tugged me against his warm, naked body. It dawned on me that he thought he’d won, and I was saying I would be his woman. I opened my mouth to straighten out his crooked thinking, but his tongue filled it, and I stopped caring about what he was imagining. This was possibly our last night together anyway. Even if I survived the assignment I’d be returning as a used and abused woman. This time it was going to be because of my own choices, which made it far worse. He probably wouldn’t want me once I’d done the things that marked me as a prostitute.

I answered his kisses with a fierceness that took possession of my soul. I wanted memories to sustain me of how sex should be when I was faced with men I’d have only loathing for.

The robe I’d put on after my shower was quickly dumped on the floor. Rage’s hands explored every inch of skin they encountered. Their tenderness brought a sob to my lips that I swallowed so he wouldn’t hear. Each urgent caress was a new file for my memories of when I mattered to someone.

I stroked his broad chest and bent to flick my tongue over his nipples. He tasted of salt and a mysterious flavor that I knew to be uniquely his. He shivered beneath my attentive tongue. Then his fingers slid over my ass and farther until they spread my femininity and delved inside.

My head came up with a moan of pleasure. He added a second finger and moved both in and out rhythmically. It was wonderful, but nowhere close to enough. Sweat broke out over our skin as I pushed back to force his fingers deeper and escalate the speed. I felt his cock harden and rise where it laid against my belly. It quivered and jerked, coming to life and asking for release.

Rage removed his fingers and I yelped with the abandonment. He used one hand to force me to look at him as he sucked the fingers from the hand that had been inside me, thoroughly enjoying my juices and making sure I saw it.

My insides clenched so hard I nearly came just watching him lick his lips. He took his wet fingers and spread my mound to play with the sensitive nub beneath its protection. My eyes closed and I blew apart, my cum wetting his belly.

Rage was surprised but didn’t protest when I lifted my hips and impaled myself on his staff. He guided me in riding him until we both found a spectacular release that exhausted us.

I fell asleep on top of him. We woke up twice during the night to have sex, once in slow motion. When I awoke for the thirdtime, the sun was still hiding. I slipped from the bed and left him sleeping. The only explanation I gave him was in a note that he wouldn’t discover until I was gone just as I’d promised Prime.

Chapter 22

My entire body waslimp, warm, and deliciously aware of how I’d spent the night. For once my cock didn’t rise the instant I woke up. It had been sated three times and was willing to rest. My sweet, argumentative Vikki had finally stopped fighting her feelings and come to concede the victory to me. I’d made headway in the matter of making her mine. She may have stated her views before I took her, but I was certain I’d changed some of them during her multiple orgasms.

Smiling broadly, I rolled over to take her in my arms and wake her with kisses. Her place on the bed was empty and cold. My little bird had flown before sunrise. No doubt she was thinking up ways to get out of the words she’d said when she’d come to me. She’d most likely try to keep me at arm’s length again and pretend she’d never admitted needing me.

Her arguments wouldn’t stand up this time. I knew I could overcome them easily after her confession. Once she wascompletely mine we’d negotiate the protection issues to my satisfaction.

I paused in dressing when I noticed a piece of paper underneath my wallet on the side table. I hadn’t put it there. I suspected Vikki had left a message that either cemented our relationship or argued her rejection of it. Or it could be something as simple as where I could find her doing her tasks as a prospect that day.

I warily picked it up and began to read. My stomach plummeted as I began to understand what she was saying.

Rage,

Thank you for giving me memories to sustain me. As I write this you continue to fill my head with wonderful thoughts. I wanted to explain why I felt the need to be with you, but I couldn’t. I made a vow to keep my silence for the good of the club and the safety of all of you.

Since I am gone and out of your reach now, I’m able to confess. I’ve been given an assignment that only I can fulfill. It comes from Prime and the mafia. I must be the one to finish paying the Sinner’s debt. I need to do this to feel equal and no longer indebted for my rescue.

Don’t look for me or you may end up causing my death. I don’t want to die. I’m going undercover as a spy, back into the hands of the cartel. I have to save the children they are exploiting, or I can’t live with myself. I chose this assignment, so don’t blame anyone for it except me.

I’ll see you on the other side of this if I survive and you don’t find me too soiled for your taste.

Forgive me, Vikki

Pain and fear in amounts I’d never dreamt of filled my soul. The roar that escaped me shook the walls of my room. Even the floor trembled. I ripped the note to pieces and broke everything within reach. Nothing was safe from my rage. I shattered thewindow and burst the pillow I yanked from the bed. The floor became a minefield of broken glass and torn cloth. My heart tried to explode from my heaving chest. I couldn’t think clearly. Everything in front of my eyes was colored red with anger. I wanted someone’s blood for this, and I went looking for it.

I ripped the door to Prime’s office off its hinges. The doorframe splintered, raining sharp pieces of wood down on me and bringing drops of blood to my skin. Prime spun around from behind his desk, rising quickly and ready to fight the intruder.

When he saw it was me, he paused. It was a mistake to hesitate. I leaped across the room and over the desk. My fist was in his face before he could blink or raise an arm to protect himself. My fist slammed into his nose as I shouted, “What the fuck made you think Vikki was expendable?”

He swung out an arm and connected with the side of my head, but I was too far gone to notice the pain. I saw stars before my eyes, yet that didn’t stop my fury. I hit him again and blood sprouted from above his eye. In seconds we were on the floor pounding on each other. I took a fist to my own nose and heard it crunch as it broke. Blood ran from it and the scent caused me to go insane. I started to put my hands around Prime’s throat but was startled by sounds from outside the room.

I heard fast pounding footfalls on the hallway floor. Large, meaty hands grabbed me around the neck, choking me as I was yanked off my Prez. A fist slammed into my head making me dizzy. I fought against my captor, but I was quickly raised in the air and subdued by strong relentless arms. They squeezed the breath from my lungs until I was forced to calm or die from asphyxiation.

“Are you fucking bat shit crazy?!” Sweet demanded loudly in my ear. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“He sentenced her to death!” I shouted.

Prime was breathing hard, and blood gushed from his face, yet his eyes burned into mine and I could feel his wrath in my bones. I was certain he would demand my dismissal from the Sinners and more than likely have my back lashed to a bloody pulp before I was dumped in a ditch far away. I’d broken oaths and promises by attacking my President. I was doomed. I didn’t care. If Vikki was going to die, then I’d be willing to die too.

“Get him out of my office! Take him to the infirmary where he can wait under your guard until Doc can come to set his damn nose to rights. I get Doc’s help first. I think I’ve damn well earned that right,” Prime said through the swelling.

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