Colter's Revenge (10 page)

“Will the girl be healthy?” The general finally repeated her question.

“The virus will not affect her until she reaches puberty. If she gets it and survives the virus,
she will require daily medications like your slave. One can only hope a cure has been found by
then.”

The general’s smile widened as he looked down and captured her gaze. Oh, God! The
smugness in his eyes made her stomach lurch with sickness.

“What about abortion?”

At the general’s question the sour sickness climbed into her throat. Ashley fought it back.
She would never let the general have the satisfaction of seeing her so afraid of him that it made
her ill.

He was a sadist. It would only arouse him. The last thing she wanted to do was make the
general happy. And the last thing she wanted to do was kill Colter’s child.

“Unfortunately research has shown all infected mothers who had an abortion the traditional
way died.”

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Both men turned to look between Ashley’s legs. Her cheeks flamed. Over the past year of
being virtually naked and having the general and his bodyguards seeing her naked, she still felt
embarrassed at the way the gynecologist looked at her with lusty appreciation.

“As you know, studies show that an orgasm in an infected pregnant woman will
automatically kill the fetus and may be harmful to the mother.”

“Interesting form of abortion.”

“Under extreme supervision, I can bring her to orgasm.”

No! Her mind screamed. No!

The general must have sensed her growing panic. He sent her a stern look that silenced any
outburst she might make.

“I’ve heard that the chances of a woman dying during the orgasmic abortion is more than
fifty percent,” the general said.

Oh, my God! Would the general make her orgasm just to get rid of her baby? Did he hate the
child so much?

“Yes, that is true.”

The general nodded. “Thank you for coming, Doctor. I’ll see to it she gets the proper
attention.”

What did he mean by proper attention? Would he try to kill the baby himself?

Ashley could scarcely keep her raging fear in check as the general escorted the doctor out of
her room. The instant the door closed she leapt off her bed. She padded barefoot to the door and
listened.

Silence.

She needed to get out of there. Needed to protect her child. There was no way she would ever
let the general hurt the baby.

Oh, God! Colter, where are you? Why did you leave me? Why? Why?

Turning the doorknob, she pushed against the door. It didn’t budge.
Sweet heaven
help her! The general had locked her in!

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Chapter Five

Ashley opened her eyes to find warm, late morning sunshine splashing away the fear that followed her out of her dream. Cool perspiration dotted her heated flesh and she immediately recognized a searing warmth slicing into her entire right side. Turning her head, she inhaled a sharp gasp at the erotic sight.

Colter Outlaw lay on top of the comforters right beside her. Long black lashes framed his closed eyes, his naked, muscular chest moved up and down steadily in sleep and the rest of him…

Ashley swallowed.

The rest of him…totally and deliciously naked.

Her breathing quickened and her pussy quivered with excitement as she slid her gaze over his well-toned tummy and abdomen, past a fist-sized skull tattoo she’d never seen before nestled just above the dark bush of hair swaddling a huge pair of balls and the most gorgeous engorged cock she’d ever had the pleasure of having buried deep inside her.

“From the look on your face I gather you still like what you see.”

Ashley’s head snapped up to find such a wickedly delicious grin lifting his full lips that she just about came on the spot.

“What’s to like?” she quipped, wrapping the comforter tighter around her.

“You mean what’s not to like.”

Her tummy did some mighty weird flips as he leisurely stretched his arms out above his head, the lovely bulges in his arms rippling quite wonderfully. To her shock, or maybe to her arousal, he turned toward her, his elbow casually dipping beneath his neck as he propped his head to look at her. She got another damn good eyeful of his swollen cock and couldn’t stop the small gasp at the magnificent sight. The rest of him appeared casual as if they were intimate lovers used to seeing each other naked.

“I’ve decided to call Blade and have him get you out of here.” He said it so casually it took her a few seconds to realize what he’d just said. That’s when the anger hit.

“No way. I want the cure and damned if you’re going to stop me from getting it.”

“I want you safe. With Blade. You won’t have to give the cure to the general. I’ll protect you from him.”

Shit! He’d said those exact words when he’d made love to her that last time they’d been together. He was a man. She couldn’t trust him.

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“I won’t be safe with Blade or any other man, and you bloody well know it. Men can’t be trusted. You can’t be trusted. You’ve proved it by locking me in here. Now get the hell out of my cabin.”

To her irritation, he merely smiled at her as if she were just a cute little toy.

“Fine then, asshole. Unlock me from this collar and I’ll leave.”

“I like it when you’re pissed off, Starry Eyes. Shows me you’ve recuperated and that you’re ready for more pleasuring.”

Her pussy automatically creamed.

“Which is it going to be, Ashley? Going with Blade? Or staying here with me?”

“Neither,” she managed to grind out, suddenly wanting to kiss him and damage him at the same time.

Maybe she could kiss him and then grab him by those luscious balls and squeeze until he opened the collar?

Maybe…oh my! He was getting up and his cock was stiff and long and so thick. Her breath hitched in her lungs at the awesome sight. His erection was swollen, so unbelievably thick and so ready.

His grin widened. “I can see you’ve made up your mind. How about pancakes for our late breakfast?”

* * * * *

“You guys really should have takeout,” Colter grumbled as he accepted the bag the irritated maître d’ handed him then turned around and quickly left the kitchen. Apparently Pleasure Palace was just too posh of a place to think that maybe a man just didn’t want room service when he had a woman tied to his bed. Cripes, it had taken him fifteen solid minutes of getting the runaround before the maître d’ finally ordered the cook to get him breakfast for two. He just hoped he hadn’t brought undue attention to himself by going against their elegant rules of wanting to serve him in his own cabin instead of providing him with takeout and not being disturbed.

Heading back outside into the late morning sunshine, he picked up his pace. The longer he was away from Ashley the more the need to see her grew. Imagining the pure pleasure that must have twisted her face last night when he’d fucked her with the vibrator had been the final nail in his craving for payback. Sweet revenge would be his. However, pleasuring her without him being emotionally a part of it was starting to be a totally different matter. He wanted to be a part of it now. Wanted to be the one sinking his cock deep into her tight pussy and hearing those cute little gasps escape her mouth as they’d done last night during the figging. Most of all he wanted to make love to her. If he did that, well, leaving her might be a heck of a lot harder than he’d first anticipated.

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Strangely enough, it was a chance he was willing to take with his heart. If he were smart, he’d be calling Blade. Telling him to pick Ashley up. He could take his sexual revenge on her when his job here was done. He could show her how much he’d suffered because he couldn’t be with her.

Another question ripped through his brain. Was he simply being stupid and vengeful keeping her there with him, teasing her, sexually tormenting her? Was he acting childish for wanting revenge? For wanting to make her suffer as much as and more than he’d suffered?

Yes, he was being stupid and childish
, a wee voice taunted.
You should just tell her how much you want her. How much you need her in your life. How
your heart broke when she’d written that note saying she loved the general more than she loved
you.
How his gut had twisted when she’d also left behind his late mother’s antique comb that he’d given her when he’d told her he loved her. Hell! He couldn’t tell her any of that mushy stuff! She’d just laugh at him and tell him where to go. Just as she’d done in that note.

What should he do?

Risk his heart with sexual revenge against a woman who didn’t want him? Or give her to Blade and tell him to hold onto her until he got the cure and could exact the revenge on his own?

A familiar low whistle from a slightly open window of his cabin floated to his ears, making Colter stop.

Shit! Blade was in his cabin. He’d forgotten they were supposed to meet there at their appointed time this morning. Hoofing it back to the front door, he slid the electronic key into the door and rushed inside.

“Ah food, I’m starved.” Blade licked his lips and made a grab for one of the bags.

“I don’t think so, bud.”

“What’s this? You’re holding food from your good old buddy?”

“It’s for me and…a lady friend.”

Blade let out a low chuckle. “You’ve got yourself a pleasure slave. That explains why you’re half an hour late.”

He would have been a hell of a lot later if he hadn’t heard Blade’s whistle. His friend grinned wickedly. “I noticed you didn’t sleep in here last night. Did you spend the night in one of those sex dungeons they have beneath Pleasure Palace?”

“It’s none of your business where I spent the night.”

Blade’s amused grin only got wider.

“You must have found yourself a real jewel.”

Time to change the subject.

“Cheri Blakely said she was leaving for a little while. Why don’t you go out and locate her. Then I can strangle the whereabouts of the cure from her.”

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“We already know where the cure is.”

Shit! “So why the hell don’t you get it?”

“The security is too tight. A high risk of failure. We don’t want to make any attempts to tip her off. After her husband died, she went deep undercover and she’s just resurfaced. We have to wait until she brings the cure here where you can step right in and walk away with it. She’ll never know she was duped by the good guys. She won’t go into hiding and when she comes up with cures, which she will, since she knows the makeup of the virus as she and her husband created it, we can send another undercover S.K.U.L.L. agent in and do this all over again. So, big buddy? Were you in one of those dungeons? You do look a little tired. And where were you going with that food?

Obviously not here. It’s a good thing I saw you passing by earlier this morning or I would have had to report back that you’d gone MIA. Did you forget we were supposed to meet this morning?”

Colter shrugged.

Blade frowned.

“Well hell, that sure as hell ain’t like you. What’s going on?”

Here was his chance to tell Blade about Ashley. To ask him to get her out of there. To keep her safe and sound until he could deal with his feelings for her. Yet he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

“I’ve just been snooping around getting information about Cheri and the cure,”

Colter lied.

“And?”

“No one is saying anything.”

“Didn’t think so. She’s surrounded herself with seven new husbands. They stick to her like glue. She’s a hot-looking woman and I hear she’s even better in bed.”

No one was better in bed than Ashley.

Colter shook the erotic thought away. He should be telling Blade to take Ashley away so he could concentrate on the assignment, but the thought of having her out of his sight just didn’t sit right. And for some strange reason he knew she was right about her not being able to trust men or even Blade. Especially the way Blade had talked about that young pleasure slave when he’d first seen her yesterday. From his past experience in the Terrorist Wars, when S.K.U.L.L. men went without sex for too long on assignments, they tended to do things a normal man might not usually consider doing…things like he’d just done with Ashley. Collaring her against her will. Figging her round little ass. Fucking her with a vibrator. Enjoying every minute of dominating her.

Perhaps if he could ease up on his revenge, get her to change her mind and accept her collar and the pleasure he wanted to bring to her, things could be rather pleasant over the next couple of days. Pleasant for both of them.

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And when this assignment was over and he had the cure for S.K.U.L.L., he could go back to exacting his revenge on Ashley by simply walking away as she’d done to him.

* * * * *

Ashley slipped the pill into her mouth a split second before she saw Colter’s shadow pass the window.

Shoot! Back already.

Slamming the suitcase shut, she twirled the combination lock and propped the case up on the nearby wall. She’d been lucky in getting to the case at all. It had taken an awful lot of cursing and some heavy-duty patience, but she’d managed to use the nearby five-foot-tall lampstand to drag the suitcase within reach so she’d been able to retrieve her medication and throw a cozy robe over her chilling body. She couldn’t stop the tremor of lust from gripping her as she heard the door push open and watched Colter stroll inside holding a couple of large paper bags. She noticed he’d changed into a fresh suit while he’d been gone. It looked similar to the one he’d worn yesterday and she stifled a giggle imagining hearing a sharp rip shredding through the back of this suit jacket just as it had happened yesterday.