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  This man might be an unknown, but for some reason she felt safe with him.

  * * *

  After about an hour, they were going down a long stretch of straight road, rather than the twists and turns much of the road had taken, when suddenly the bike turned onto a dirt side road. Marissa tightened her arms tighter around him at the jarring motion.

  He spun the bike around, facing the road they’d just left.

  Then she heard it. The sound of engines. She glanced back the way they’d come and saw them coming over the top of the hill, still quite a ways away. Several bikers riding together. Her heart raced.

  “Fuck, did he bring his whole crew with him?” He grabbed her wrist and she felt him tug the bracelet from her wrist. “Damn, I should have realized you’re staying at Eden.”

  He threw the bracelet along the road in the direction they’d been going.

  “Why did you do that?” she asked.

  “There’s a GPS in the bracelet. That’s how they’re tracking us.”

  The bike lurched forward and he drove along the bumpy dirt road. He took a few more turns along the way, clearly determined to lose their pursuers.

  They traveled for quite a while before he finally pulled over again.

  He dismounted and dropped his helmet on the seat.

  She stared at him, her eyes wide and her heart beating erratically. “Do you think they’ll find us?”

  He shook his head. “You’re fine.” He glanced at her speculatively. “You want me to take you back to Eden?”

  Although the whole island was called Eden, the locals tended to refer to the castle itself as Eden.

  She shook her head. “I assume he knows that’s where I’m staying. I don’t think I’ll be safe there.”

  “So you’d rather keep riding around with me?” His hard stare pierced through her. He frowned. “You make some interesting choices. We’re alone in this isolated place. Just the two of us. You’re not afraid of what I might do?”

  His words sent a shiver through her. “Like what?”

  Stupid words. She didn’t know why she’d said them. Except to challenge him.

  Which, as he stepped close to her, she realized wasn’t a good idea.

  He grabbed her face between his hands and captured her mouth with his. His tongue drove deep into her mouth, filling her. Consuming her.

  Overwhelmed by his closeness, his masculinity, his power, she stiffened. As his tongue continued to plunge into her, she was overwhelmed with tumultuous emotions. Was it fear? A little. But also intense, almost consuming desire to totally submit to him.

  She gasped as he pushed her back against the hard, thick trunk of a tree behind her. His hand glided down her neck, then sharply tugged down the zipper of her jacket. His hand slid inside and he cupped her breast, squeezing it lightly. She sucked in a breath as his thumb found her hardening nipple and rolled it roughly.

  Oh, God, she should be frightened, but instead excitement hummed through her.

  “What if I took you right here right now against this tree?” he said roughly.

  She just stared into his blazing amber eyes, overwhelmed by his closeness.

  “What if I drove into you and rode you until you screamed out my name?”

  “I don’t know your name.”

  He glared at her, his savage golden eyes crackling with anger, though she didn’t know why.

  “It’s Killer.”

  The dangerous implications of his name sent a chill through her, despite the depth of desire glazing his words, but then he drove his tongue deep into her mouth again, searing away her thoughts. His body pressed forward, crushing her against the tree. He squeezed her breast, then tugged her shirt open, scattering buttons, and slid his hand inside, now caressing her naked skin. When his fingers dipped under her bra and he pinched her hard nipple, she gasped.

  His hips pivoted forward, pressing his big, hard bulge against her.

  “You haven’t answered me.”

  Her heart pounded as she stared at his golden eyes, like a predator’s. She tried to slow her erratic breathing by drawing in a deep breath, conscious of his gaze burrowing through her.

  His name was Killer. He was a dangerous man.

  Uneasiness seeped through her.

  “What if…” She sucked in a breath again, building up her courage. “I asked you…” She tried to catch her breath as she stared into his blazing eyes. “Not to?”

  Sparks flared again in his amber eyes. She was conscious of his hard, muscular body crushing her to the tree, his big cock hard and thick against her. Despite her unease, her insides cried out to feel that big member inside her, despite her words. Her vagina tightened in anticipation.

  Then he scowled and released her. He stepped back.

  She hadn’t really believed he’d back off.

  She hadn’t believed he’d take her against her will, either, but he must know that his extreme masculinity, and dominant authority over her made her melt. It would be so easy for him to have her swooning in his arms.

  He’d already proven it.

  But he turned away now and started toward the bike.

  * * *

  Killer didn’t know what the hell had come over him. He didn’t coerce women to have sex with him. He didn’t let his gonads dictate how he treated a woman, no matter how intense his desire for her.

  And this woman had him hot beyond belief.

  But she was far too trusting. Far too willing to put herself in harm’s way. A part of him had wanted to scare her into rejecting him.

  “Wait,” she said.

  He turned back and gazed at her. Fuck, she was so sexy standing there with the zipper of her jacket half pulled down, her shirt underneath disheveled with the swell of her naked breast peering out. His body clenched at the memory of her soft, silky flesh in his hand. Of the feel of her hard nipple between his fingertips. And the soft murmurs of pleasure she’d made, that he was sure she wasn’t even aware of making.

  “What?” he said sharply, wanting her to straighten up, and cover up, so he could put these unsettling memories behind him.

  “I didn’t say I wanted you not to.”

  His gaze shot to her face and the need in her eyes spiraled through his gut and drove him toward her in two long strides. He cupped her face and tugged it to his, then drove his tongue deep. Her tongue met his and they tangled together. His groin tightened and his cock swelled even harder,

  She unzipped her jacket and shrugged it away, then unfastened the remaining buttons on her blouse. He released her mouth and glanced down at the lovely sight of her bikini clad breasts revealed to him as she drew the shirt open.

  He cupped both breasts, the soft mounds conforming to his palms.

  “Fuck, you feel so good.”

  She stroked his raspy cheek and gazed at him with glowing eyes. She unzipped his jacket, her gaze locked on his face. Then she stroked down his chest and he felt the snap of his jeans release. His heart rate accelerated.

  She drew down the zipper slowly, purposely building up anticipation.

  “I want to touch you,” she said, as if seeking permission.

  Fuck, and he wanted to feel her soft hands on him.

  He nodded. “Do it.”

  When she slipped her hand inside and grasped his aching cock, he almost gasped.

  God he wanted her.

  She stroked him a couple of times, then released him, leaving his cock twitching with need. She took his hands from her breasts and squeezed his fingers, then she lowered down to a crouch in front of him. Her delightfully soft fingers wrapped around him again and he stifled a groan.

  She gazed at his stiff cock, her eyes hungry with need. His cock swelled even harder.

  “May I take you in my mouth?”

  “Fuck woman. Get on with it.”

  He almost moaned as her soft mouth brushed his tip, then opened around him, cocooning him in moist heat.

  He could almost erupt inside her right now, if he let go a
nd allowed his body to respond, but he wouldn’t. He didn’t want her to know her affect on him.

  And he wanted to be hard and ready when it was time to drive inside her sweet body.

  Her lips glided down his shaft, and her tongue pressed against him. She squeezed her mouth around him, sending desire humming through him. She glided up, then her tongue swirled over his tip. He forked his fingers through her hair and drew her head close to him, loving the feel of his cock being buried in her warmth again.

  She bobbed up and down, squeezing him, then her fingers reached into his jeans and found his balls. Her gentle caresses drove him wild and he had to clamp down on the euphoria threatening to send him to an explosive climax.

  “Stop,” he commanded.

  She gazed up at him with those wide brown eyes as she obediently slid off his aching cock. He grasped her arms and pulled her to her feet, then jammed his tongue in her mouth where his cock had just been. He drove deep, loving her gasp, then he grabbed her wrists and pushed them up, pinning them against the rough bark of the tree, above her head.

  His gaze locked on her big brown eyes, and he pressed his body against hers, trapping his thick cock between them, then he pivoted his hips, pushing the bulge against her mound.

  She sucked in a breath.

  “Baby, I’m going to fuck you deep and hard.” He nipped her neck. “Do you want me to do that?”

  She nodded, her eyes glazed and filled with need.

  He released her wrists, then glided his hands down the sides of her body. Then he grabbed the top of her bikini bra and pulled it down to reveal her swollen nipples. As he stared at the ripe buds, he reached around behind her and released the clasp of her top, then peeled it away.

  “Strip,” he demanded, his gaze locked on those big, hard nubs.

  Her shirt dropped away, then she unzipped her jean skirt and pushed it down, then her teeny bikini bottoms. Now her shoes and clothing lay in a pile on the ground and she stood quivering and naked against the tree in front of him. He pushed her back against the rough bark, planting his arms on either side of her.

  “You’re mine now. I’ll do whatever I want to you,” he said roughly. “And you’ll do whatever I tell you. Now and while we ride together. And once the ride is over, that’s it. We’re done. Understood?”

  She nodded, her gaze never leaving his.

  He stroked her breasts, loving the soft flesh in his hands, then he leaned over and licked one hard nub. Her soft murmur made his cock twitch. He took her nipple into his mouth and sucked. Her fingers wrapped around his head and coiled in his hair. He drew even deeper, his tongue swirling over her nub, and she moaned.

  He swallowed the other nipple, his fingers teasing the first. From her muffled sounds of pleasure, he wondered if he could bring her to orgasm doing just this.

  But he wanted more. He wanted her to know she’d been taken by him. He wanted her to feel the ache inside her of having been pounded deep by his hard cock as he mastered her body as well as her soul.

  He lowered to a crouch and gazed at her sweet, hairless pussy. So soft looking. He stroked his finger over the front, then dipped between her thighs and found the moisture inside the folds.

  Fuck, she was dripping wet for him.

  He pressed her legs wide and opened her folds with his thumbs, then gazed at the little button of pleasure nestled there. He leaned toward her and pressed his tongue to her clit.

  She gasped, then moaned as he teased it mercilessly.

  “Do you like that?” he asked, staring at her glistening folds.

  “Oh, yes.”

  He licked, then fluttered his tongue on her.

  “Are you close to coming?”

  “Oh, God, yes.” Her words, so swollen with need, sent his desire soaring.

  “Would this…” He touched her clit with his finger and vibrated against her.

  She gasped, her breathing accelerating.

  “Make you come?”

  Her hands grasped his shoulders, her fingers digging into his flesh through the leather of his jacket.

  “Yes.” She threw her head back and arched against his touch. “Oh, yes.”

  He slowed his movement. “Good. But I don’t want you to come until I’m inside you. Understand?”

  She whimpered, but nodded.

  He smiled. “Tell me you understand.”

  “Yes, I understand.”

  Her words, so filled with need, sent his own desire into overdrive.

  He pushed his fingers inside her slick opening and the melting heat inside drove him wild.

  “Fuck, you are so hot and wet.”

  * * *

  Marissa watched him as he stood up and stripped off his leather jacket and T-shirt. Then he shoved his jeans and boxers to the ground. His cock, standing straight up so long and hard, sent a shiver through her.

  When his tongue had toyed with her clit, teasing her mercilessly, she’d barely been able to stave off the intense orgasm hovering on the edge. He’d ordered her to wait… and somehow she had… but she was so close.

  He wrapped his hand around his impossibly hard cock and pressed it to her opening. She groaned at the feel of his branding hot flesh. He pushed into her, his thick cockhead opening her. As she stretched around him, she felt the line of reality blur as her pleasure swelled. She clung to his muscular shoulders as he pushed inside her. Deeper. Filling her with his hard girth.

  She squeezed around him and pleasure flared within her.

  “Oh, God,” she cried out.

  He drove deep and intense joy pulsed through her.

  He drew back and thrust into her again, driving her pleasure higher. He thrust and thrust again, groaning as he did.

  He pounded her against the tree, the rough bark digging into her bare skin. He lifted her thighs and she wrapped her legs around him, then gasped as he drove deeper still.

  “Oh, God, fuck me.” She whimpered. “Please fuck me hard.”

  He pounded deep and she moaned.

  “Oh, God, yes.” The swell of sensation swept her close to the edge, the pleasure building and building. Then he thrust deeply again and she catapulted over, clinging to him. “Yes, Killer. Oh, I’m…” She gasped. “I’m coming.”

  Then an explosive orgasm tore through her.

  A moan vibrated through her, long and loud. He rammed deep and hard, extending her pleasure to infinite heights.

  Then he groaned and she felt him erupt inside her, so hard she could feel the hot liquid pulsing deep into her.

  He thrust a few more times and she gasped as another orgasm swept her over the edge, moaning as she clung to him.

  Finally, her head dropped to his shoulder as she sucked in air. He stroked her hair from her face with a tender touch.

  He lowered her thighs, and her toes touched the ground, then she took her weight again, her feet flattening on the grass, his cock sliding from her. She gazed up at him and his feral eyes stared into hers. She thought she saw a flicker of emotion, but it was gone before she could recognize what it was, or even convince herself she’d really seen it.

  He drew back and turned, then pulled on his clothes and walked toward the bike.

  * * *

  Rip sat staring at the trees, his gut tightened into knots.

  Raven sat on the tree trunk beside him, and stroked her hand across his shoulder. “Don’t worry, we’ll find her. She’ll be okay.”

  Rip shook his head. “You don’t know this guy. He has a reputation for being ruthless. The gang I was in was pretty bad-ass, but his was ten time worse. The things they were into… the things they did to those who crossed them… ” He wiped his hand over his face. “His ride name is Killer, and for good reason.”

  Raven knew about Rip’s past. That he’d been an undercover cop in a gang of bikers. He’d finally left because he didn’t want to live that life any more.

  He’d wanted a real relationship with a woman. And love. When he’d dated Marissa he’d been able to hide his gang affiliati
ons for a while, but after a woman was murdered by one of the other gang members—the guy’s ex—all hell had broken loose. That article wound up in the paper and the gang was harassed by the police until the guy who did it was finally charged.

  Rip had been under suspicion, too, as far as the local police were concerned, and he’d used that excuse to leave the gang, pretending to become a fugitive. He left the force and now traveled with Steele and his men. They all had a past, but all they wanted was a set of brothers to travel with and a chance to figure out their lives.

  Now he had to save Marissa, his ex, from a ruthless man. He didn’t even want to think about what the guy might be doing to her right now.

  * * *

  This time when Killer pulled off the main road, and drove along a winding side road, instead of ending at a quiet clearing, they pulled up to a big wrought iron gate set in a tall, stone wall. As they approached, the gate opened and he drove through, then it closed behind them. After a few more minutes driving along the road, they came to what looked like a villa. He pulled up to the side and dismounted.

  She followed suit and they stowed the helmets away, then shed their jackets in the heat and stowed them, too.

  “Where are we?”

  Instead of answering, he took her elbow and tugged her along with him, then ignoring the steps up to the entrance, he dragged her to a side door and pushed it open, then pressed her inside.

  They were in a dingy hallway. To the right was a narrow staircase leading up. He pushed her to the left. At the sight of a door with bars, she stiffened, but he opened it and dragged her inside.

  “What’s going on? Why are we here?” Her voice grew shrill with fear.

  Once inside the cell, he pressed her against the wall.

  Her shirt, which was tied around her waist because it was missing most of the buttons now, left her bikini clad breasts exposed. His gaze lingered on them, then settled on her face.

  “I’m curious about this man you’re fleeing from. Exactly what are you afraid of.” His golden wolf’s eyes stared into her, assessing. He pressed his body close, pinning her against the cold stone wall, his hard muscular chest crushing the breath from her. His hands glided to her shoulders, grasping them firmly.