Captured in Croatia (14 page)

I
draw down the straps of her dress before massaging her pert tits. I’m annoyed by the roughess of my fingertips. I have the callused hands of a fighter, and she deserves better.

“Ungh, yes!”
she cries out as she arches her back, eager for more.

Rolling and tweaking
her pink nipples until they are at full attention for me, I suckle first one and then the other tight, pink tip. I continue the assault until she begins thrashing about beneath me, so fucking needy, my hot
princeza
. That’s what I love most about her, that beautiful, unchecked wildness.

I work my way up higher. W
ell-placed licks and nips on her silky neck are her undoing, and she grinds against my shaft. Her mindless cries tell me she is desperate for release. My mouth hovers an inch above hers as I wait to see what she will do.

Gorgeous
, glazed eyes open to meet mine as her small hands reach up to thread through my hair and pull my mouth down onto hers. A soft, husky groan escapes her lips.

Well
, fuck me. If this shit isn’t a vision from a wet dream, I don’t know what is.

I
force her knees wider apart with my legs, preparing to enter her. I’m having a hard time holding back; her mindless hip-grinding is the sexiest thing I’ve ever felt in my life. I want to make it good for her. I need her to shatter for me as surely as I need to breathe.

“Please, please Zoran!” Her
strained cry is urgent.

My voice is harsh as I stare down
at her and say, “All right, baby, here we go.”

I
swing my hips back to allow my heavy shaft to come forward, nudging against her slick entrance.

She
bucks twice beneath me. “Please, I-I really need you inside me!”

“Mmm, fuck me
,
princeza
. I knew you would be like this, so damn wild for me. Spread wider for me, baby.” Immediately she does as she’s told. “Good girl.”

With a mind of its own
, my cock bumps forcefully against her wet, pink pussy. I glance down at and am stunned by how erotic the image is. My veined, straining shaft is about to impale her tiny, delicate slit.
Fuck me
, the image is so powerful, it will be forever burned into my brain.

Please last
… make it good for her, so fucking fantastic that she will forget any other lovers that came before me.

I
gradually pump my way into her. It takes four steady pushes into her tight sheath but finally I’m buried to the hilt. I clench my teeth, determined not to come too quickly. Her snug perfection makes me nearly insane with lust.

I stare down into her sparkling eyes and groan
, unable to form the words in English. “
Kao svila si oko mog kurca
.” I want her to know how silky she feels around my cock.

Uncertain if she understood me, I lean in close
and run my tongue slowly along her lush bottom lip.

Her melodic voice cuts through
our labored breathing. “Tigar, I ache for you! I-I can’t wait. Give it to me hard, please.
Now!
”

Unable
to hold back one second longer, I push up on my forearms and start to move in a steady, punishing rhythm. A low moan escapes me as her pussy seems to suck my rigid cock back inside her each time I thrust. She is hanging onto my neck as if it were a lifeline, as if we were the only two people left on the planet.

I
need to get her there, and fast, because this feeling is ecstasy on steroids and I’m right on the knife’s edge of losing it. I ramp up my pounding thrusts, marveling at her hunger for me.
Fuck, she needs it this way.

I watch her beautiful face, lips parted, gorgeous green eyes slightly out of focus
. Unreal. Reaching between us, I use my finger to work her clit. She is moving around so much and is so wet that I only need to hold it against her … right there ….

Five seconds later a
primal cry sets my neck hairs on end. “Aghhhh! Tigar! Oh, oh God! Don’t stop!”

Her climax is
so intense that I struggle to keep up my pace, to drive her harder for both our pleasure. Her perfect little cunt clenches and pulses around me. I increase my speed, vaguely aware of the rough, animalistic growls starting to emerge from my throat. I am blindsided by the power of my orgasm.

“Ugh, fuck, oh fuck, Carew!
Oh shit!”

My
brain detonates in ecstasy so great that I can’t conceive of how I ever lived without it. She is flawless and everything I’ve ever sought out in a mate.

I
suck in large gulps of air, trying to wrap my head around what just happened, struggling to come back to earth after such a beautiful high.

“Oh my God, I never knew it could be like that.” She’s breathless
and panting hard, arms still clutching my sweaty, pulsing neck.

I wonder if she even knows that she said the words out
loud.

I
heave my body off her as gently as possible. I want her to remain close. I flop onto my back amid the pillows, my hand still resting on her tresses. I enjoy sifting through her golden hair. It’s soothing.

“
Princeza
.”

She turns to look up
at me, her jade eyes sparkling from the orgasm.

“Yes?”
It comes out in a soft voice.

“Please tell me what you’re doing in my country
,” I whisper so as not to frighten her.

Without missing a beat she replies
quietly, “I can’t. You’ll hurt me.”

“You really believe that? Even now
, as we lie here together?”

“Zoran, I’ve been trained to believe that.”

“Trained? You’re a spy?”

She
averts her eyes, ashamed.

“Look at me.”
I try to keep my voice level, not wanting her to shut down.

Thankfully she meets
my eyes once again. “It’s complicated, not what you think. I can’t talk about it.”

I
sigh, more disappointed than frustrated. “Carew, I have the design you stole that night. It was in your purse when I pulled you out of the wreck. I know what you were after. What you were stealing from my boss. The time for playing games is over, baby.”

Her cheeks blaze in anger as she sits up and str
aightens her gown to cover herself. “You don’t know what you’re talking about! It’s far more complicated than you think, Zoran.”

“Then tell me, why go through of the trouble
of breaking in? I want to understand.”

“Why? So you can let your boss and the other guards loose on me? I don’t think so
. I’ve told you enough already, Zoran. Now drop this. Please!” There is genuine fear in her voice.

Standing,
I move off the bed and head for the shower.

With a long sigh
, I stop before stepping in. “All right, my
princeza
, enough for now. A few guys are coming over for our monthly poker game later. Considering what’s going on, I wanted to cancel it, but can’t. I’m don’t want to draw any unwanted attention by changing plans at the last minute. It starts in just over an hour. I ask that you stay up here. I do not want any of their eyes on you, especially in the limited clothing that you have. Understood?”

Silence
. Then she sighs heavily and asks, “What choice do I have?”

“You’re wrong there. Everything in life is a choice.”
The horrific events of my past have taught me that lesson all too well. I chose not to defend my parents and as a result, I still have my brother and my own life. But my parents had to suffer.
Fucking choices!

She’s
agitated as she rises to her knees, clutching a pillow against her breasts. “Don’t think for one second that this is some form of relationship, because we both know it most certainly is not.” She gestures between us. “All of this? Nothing more than a twisted, one-sided mess!”

I
shake my head in exasperation and step into the shower. After shoving the handle on, I allow the circular rainforest showerhead to pour down over me.

I
wonder if she could ever understand that I never give my affection this freely. I have let her into my world, given her more than any woman before her. I scrub my wet palms over my face, thinking things over. I’m beginning to seriously consider just letting her go.

Holding onto her is
like trying to contain a rainbow. Impossible.

T
he afternoon light is beginning to wane. My hunger has been steadily increasing and I wish that I had finished the amazing meal from earlier today. Out of curiosity, I try the latch on one of the windows. To my surprise, it swings right open. Cool air wafts in as I stick my head out to have a look around. The house sits up high on a grass and rock precipice before a gushing waterfall.

What would happen if I jumped into the pool below
?
It’s not making it into the water that concerns me. The house sits close enough to it that the leap would most likely be a success. It’s what lies beneath the water that scares me. There could be craggy rocks close to the surface that would cut me open or worse, knock me unconscious.
Nope, sorry. Not today, death
. At that thought, I close the window and puff out a long sigh.

Loud male voi
ces and boisterous laughter float up from downstairs
. I just knew that guy played poker!
I bet nobody gets the drop on him. His tells would certainly be undetectable.

My body tingles
, recalling how he made me so mindless, so sexed-up for him earlier. Hell, I would have let him do just about anything to me during that sensual encounter, my desire for him is so off the charts overpowering.

Zoran
 … who are you and what have you done with my self-control?

***

I’ve resolved to stay busy, running through some kata movements and a few sets of sit-ups. I need to be on my A-game now more than ever. I strain with effort to complete what should be a routine set of exercises. My body is still weak from the crash and my behind is incredibly tender.

It’s a struggle
, but I make it through the last sit-up and haul my body up from the towel and head for the shower. It’s completely dark outside now and their game has been going on for three hours. They are listening to music so loud that there’s no way they will hear the water over it.

I’ve kept
adding wood to the fire. The light it throws off combined with the generous track lighting gives the vast room the feeling of a supremely elegant prison. When is he going to come up here? I berate myself for yearning for his company, his strong hands.
Oh God, yes, that wicked tongue of his ….

I
turn the shower handle and waste no time, allowing my wet fingers to absently glide across my tight nipples, rubbing gently, thinking of the pleasure he elicits from me. My index finger slips between my saturated lips and rubs hard against my clit as I widen my stance.

The hot water is raining down over my body and I
recall the raw, animalistic sex from this afternoon. My mind conjures up that sexy tattoo of the tiger, the perfect symbol of his power. How his strong back heaves and flexes as he powers into me.
Oh yeah … so fucking close.
I rub harder, imagining his sexy, labored breathing against my neck.
Almost there ….

I’m just about to fall over the edge when I hea
r heavy footfalls in the room. Reluctantly, I pull my hand away and reach for the handle, intending to step out and see what he wants. With my arm still extended, I come to a dead stop and let out a scream of absolute terror.

Staring at me, with only a quarter inch of glass separating us
, is a giant of a man who looks like a cross between a pitbull and a demon. Not knowing what else to do, I fly back to huddle in the steamy corner, wishing I could just curl up into a ball and disappear.

My wide eyes take in
the sight of the terrifying man. The most chilling aspect of him are his nearly black eyes, which are roaming over me like a starved bear that has just woken up from a four month slumber. His face is pitted and wide, his flat features twisted into a sneer.

Holy fuck
, Carew, think!

My best bet is to scream for Zoran because there is
no way in hell I can take on this giant with my injured wrist. Sizing him up quickly, I note that he has to be nearly as tall as Zoran.
Shit!

Sucking in a deep breath
, I lift my face and scream for all I’m worth, all the while thinking,
Please, please dear God, let him hear me!

I watch
those black eyes narrow in anger and I jerk back.
Who knew this guy would get even scarier?
Before I can scream again, he is inside the shower and on top of me, pinning me against the wall as he begins his assault—groping my breasts, nauseating me with his alcohol-laden, disgusting breath.

It’s beyond revolting! I struggle to twist my head away and let out another scream
. I’m cut off by a vicious backhand that leaves my cheek on fire with pain.

“No!”
I cry out as loudly as I’m able.

A rough grunt and a few slurred
, undeciperable words are his only reply. I writhe in horror as this monster begins to undo his belt and dark pants while holding me by the neck. I struggle to breathe.

Suddenly, so quick that I have trouble
tracking the movement, another body is inside of the enclosure. My eyes widen as a massive hand slides quickly between us, clamping down with deadly accuracy on the face of Mr. Gruesome. At the same time, I see a quick forward flash of legs as he’s pulled backwards and off balance.

Zoran
 ….

They both crash to the pebbled floor with a loud thud and h
e’s on the guy in a second, pounding savagely into his face. It’s so brutal in its intensity, his blows so dead on and steady that I can only stare in stunned horror. It’s like watching a UFC fight from the center of the cage.

The guy is strong and nearly shoves Zoran off
twice, but Zoran’s straddling him and has the dominant position. There is little that the man can do other than lie there and take the beating. He holds up his forearms in a vain attempt to ward off the violent blows.

Zoran
stops when the guy stops fighting and simply lies there, moaning, under the spray from the shower that is drenching them both. Vivid red blood drips off Zoran’s hands, swirling around on the light, tiled floor before disappearing down the drain.

Without looking at me
Zoran shouts, “Go cover yourself!”

I blink twice before my brain sends the message to move
. Then I stagger around the two prone bodies to grab for a towel and wrap it around my trembling body. I want to lock myself away from all this brutality, all this terror. There is nowhere to go. B bounds into the room as I race toward the far side of the bed.

He immediately casts his eyes down. Genuine concern
is in his deep voice as he asks, “You all right?”

I
reach down to secure my towel and open my mouth to speak, but no sound comes out. I nod once, shock setting in.

“My brother in there?”
He heads toward the bathroom.

I manage a strained, “Yes
,” before I climb up and huddle against the headboard, grabbing as many pillows I can get my hands on, as if they can somehow protect me. My lace robe is spread out along the end of the bed. I tentatively reach for it but freeze as Zoran steps out of the enclosure. He’s drenched and a murderous look is etched across his chiseled face. Blood streaks his hands and thick arms, all the way up to his elbows. I watch in horror as he clenches and unclenches his fists.

I shouldn’t be here. I shouldn’t be here. I shouldn’t be here!
Rewind, rewind!

He makes his way over to the sink as B drags the angry, cursing man through the room. By now the rest of the poker party, five guys total
, have come running up the steps to see what all the commotion is about. Eyes track back and forth between me and the battered man.

B
starts to haul the injured giant across the bedroom and calls out, “
Pomoci mi
.” Help me out.

Just as two of the guys step fo
rward to assist him in tossing the guy out, he pulls forward, shrugging out of B’s and another man’s hold and turns around to sneer at me.

I suck in a breath
and strangle the pillow against my chest as he continues to glower at me. His voice rough and guttural, he says in English, “Stupid bitch. You will pay.”

Zoran r
ounds the corner of the shower as the last word leaves his mouth. He reaches Mr. Gruesome in three long strides. A vicious right hook aimed at the Croatian’s mouth has him spraying at least two teeth and a gush of blood across the room. He falls to the floor in an echoing thud.

The quaking shudders start up
tenfold, and despite my best efforts I can’t get a grip. If he can do that to a three-hundred-pound abomination, what could he do to me?

Oh God, I have to get the hell out of here.
What if he plans to never let me go?

All these
conflicting thoughts fly around in my head as I fold my arms across my eyes to block out any additional graphic images in their nightmarish play-by-play.

Their loud voices
and heavy footsteps become faint as the room empties out. I crawl under the warm duvet, thankful to be left alone, especially by Zoran. He must know that he scared me out of my mind tonight.