Aleksei didn’t touch her, his hands closed into tight fists, his eyelids drooping as pleasure took over his body. When she twisted her wrist, his hands gripped the table, his breath wheezing through his clenched teeth. Seeing him at her mercy, Deva reveled in her domination until the fighter on her table seized her hand and changed the tempo. His grip on her hand tightened, and he made her accelerate until Deva thought the movement must have caused some pain. He released her and closed his eyes, silently ordering her to continue at the same strength and speed.
“God woman, I knew you would be talented with that type of service.”
Lust vanished in a matter of seconds at his words. For an instant, she had lost control and had been reminded why she should never allow it with this kind of man.
Deva opened her fingers at what must have been seconds before his release. The most painful moment in her opinion. Bereft, Aleksei looked at her as if lost and confused. Wiping her hand with a towel, she turned and threw it at his crotch with force. With anger burning clean her desire, she grabbed her bag and clothes and turned just before going out the door.
“You just can’t shut the fuck up, can you? That being the case, I’ll let you finish by yourself. Clean up after yourself.”
And she was gone.
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Johannesburg, South Africa
The throbbing in his head and side didn’t lessen. Probably because of being in a cell for so long or, almost certainly, caused by the latest beating he received from his captors.
Captain Sullivan Thorne, Navy SEAL and now an undercover agent in deep shit, never ceased to analyze the situation. So far, the guards didn’t have a steady round pattern, neither the same men come and go with any regularity. New faces, new times; sometimes they stayed longer, or they left after a glance. The only consistent men were his torturers. Same three bastards, same questions, same beating. Over and over again, for three days now, if his calculations were accurate. There were no windows or any outside light apart from the blinding neon swaying above.
So far, he knew he could endure this for a while longer. In fact, he had suffered worse in his career, and for the information he gathered for the Admiral, he would push himself even past his breaking point. Whatever it was. What worried him most was not the pain, but the lack of water, food, and sleep. He could withstand a lot, but without vitals, he would become weaker, more susceptible to mistakes and slips.
Leaning back against the wall, he extended his legs. His jeans clung and pulled his skin due to the heat and dried blood. One by one, he moved and stretched his muscles, making sure he didn’t get too stiff or sore.
Warmed up, he closed his eyes and tried to catch a power nap before anyone would notice. As he leaned back his head, he heard loud voices and some kind of commotion in the hallway. What forced him to react was a female voice. Definitely female… in hysterics and tears. What the—
The door crashed open and a very blonde, teary, and pregnant female barged into the room.
The guards followed suit and it took everything in him not to smile at how they seemed desperate to get her out of here and calm her down.
Did he know her? Beyond the tears and reddened face, he was pretty sure she was a total stranger. What’s she doing? And more importantly, how did she get in here?
Then, the teary fury turned to him and froze. “Baby? Is that you?”
Baby? Her southern accent was so thick he almost blinked. She hugged her enormous belly with one hand and reached for him through the bars with the other.
“Babycakes! It’s me, your wife, Jenny Lee. Don’t you recognize me? It took me so long to find you!”
Sully was about to frown when he saw the blonde wink her baby blues at him. Was this a trap?
“Come on, sweetheart, how could you forget me? Please, honey bee, grab my hand, and let me touch you …”
Warily, he got on his knees and reached for her. If it was a trick, the blonde woman would pay for it. When she grabbed his hand, he was surprised by her strength. She cupped his head to awkwardly kiss him through the bars, and he felt something slide into his hand. A key.
When the blonde kissed him lightly on the lips, the softness made him forget the pain in his body, and the harsh conditions surrounding them.
The two guards grew restless and pulled her back. She winked at him again, but before he could draw a breath, she punched one guard on the windpipe, silencing him, while breaking the neck of the other. The blonde turned back and then sliced his throat open. Each movement was done with outstanding precision. She was a seasoned operative, no doubt about it. As she grabbed the guard’s phone, he used the key to unlock his cell.
“Captain Sullivan Thorne, I’m Gabrielle, your rescue party today.”
Well, well, gone was the accent. Now, it was more difficult to know where she came from. She seemed to have a non-descript accent.
“Who sent you?”
“The request was made by Admiral Feander.”
The Admiral? He’d thought he would send a SEAL Team for help, not a single operative.
“You work for him?”
“More or less.”
Frowning, Sully was about to ask for whom she worked when she removed her flower dress over her head.
His brain blanked for a moment as he noticed all the white skin and curves, but mostly the attached pouch. She wasn’t pregnant after all. How he’d believed this in the first place, he didn’t know.
The woman named Gabrielle, now in white lace boy shorts and bra, dropped the pouch on the ground and unzipped it, revealing more firepower. “I wasn’t sure the guards would have what we need to defend ourselves while getting out.”
Sully grabbed one gun and checked the ammunition before tucking it into his waistband and grabbing another one.
“What is our escape route?”
After putting her dress back on, the woman slung the backpack over her shoulders before taking one gun. “Two doors down the hallway, there’s a storage room. It’s supposed to have an exit door.”
“Supposed to?”
The woman grimaced, her eyes turning to ice, and he guessed it wasn’t a good sign.
“I’m sorry, sir, but the situation is sketchy, and all available information even more so. Would you prefer to wait back in your cell, so I can find an escape and bring your limo around?”
Whoa, she caught fire fast, that’s for sure.
“I know how a rescue can be. Now can we move on?”
Without a word, she opened the door, looking around before motioning him to follow her. Less than ten seconds later, they were both in the storage room.
“Shit,” Gabrielle muttered.
“What?” Sully tried to keep his voice as low as possible.
“The escape route is blocked. The door’s been sealed.”
He examined the area. “What door?”
“According to the plan, there was supposed to be an emergency door opposite this door. Do you see a door?”
He walked to the wall and gently knocked on it. “It seems to only be sheetrock. There may be a door behind it.”