Part 2 (1/2)

She moaned and gyrated madly as he kept f.u.c.king her with his fingers. Her v.a.g.i.n.a clenched around his intrusion harder and harder with his every thrust. More vibrations snapped through her, rocking her hips higher and higher. She was flying. Dying. Living again.

Somewhere, deep in the back of her mind, a voice whispered that she truly was a mess for letting a stranger f.u.c.k her like this. But she didn't care. She embraced the pleasure. Rode it as long as she could. And when the climax ebbed, he stroked her right into another one. And then another.

Afterward, she collapsed from sheer weakness, so tired she couldn't keep her eyes open any longer. Not even his s.e.xy smile as he placed the cool cloth back over her forehead could keep her from drifting away.

She slept.

A man's gravelly, l.u.s.t-filled voice had Kinley drifting up from the sweet, deep sleep she'd been enjoying. She was curled tightly into the fetal position on her left side, and the sky was turning light gray as morning approached.

A fissure of alarm raced through her as whoever was speaking wasn't the guy named Blackie, and she didn't like what he was saying.

”Ah, Blackie has found another tempting female, has he?” a man whispered from immediately behind her. ”A very succulent female that I wish to try out.”

She couldn't stop her whimper of terror as a large, very powerful hand slipped over her bare shoulder.

Fear paralyzed her and knocked the last remnants of sleep right out of her as he pulled on her shoulder, hard enough to turn her over. She came face-to-face with the big man. His chest and shoulders were just as marred with scars as Blackie's. He had partially undone his breechclout and she gasped at the thick, long erection hanging between his legs. She knew his intention and she wanted nothing to do with him.

Oh no! Please no!

His l.u.s.ty gaze zeroed in on her bared b.r.e.a.s.t.s. The desire in his eyes brought an intense flush of shame snapping through her. She tried to lift her arms, but he quickly caught them, pinning them to her sides.

No!

”Ah yes, a very succulent female. And I can see by the way your nipples are ripe and red, and the bright l.u.s.t s.h.i.+ning in your eyes, that he must have already started the training.”

Training? What was he talking about? She was not being trained for anything. Was she?

”Let me go!” she cried. She struggled against his tight grip, but he didn't budge.

Dammit!

The man's blue eyes blazed with excitement and evilness and Kinley couldn't help but tremble as he chuckled, obviously not caring what she wanted.

”Let you go? You are our s.e.x slave. You belong to whomever wants you. Blackie has had you. Now I wish to f.u.c.k you too. To show you I can f.u.c.k better than he, and when we return you will be f.u.c.ked by all males whenever they wish it.”

Oh my G.o.d. This can't be happening.

Run!

She tried to move, to fight, but he continued to hold her arms so tightly she couldn't budge.

Panic buzzed inside her and her heart hammered insanely fast. Where was Blackie? Why was he letting this man do this to her? Had the b.a.s.t.a.r.d been using her just like this man said?

A burst of anger slashed into her fear.

d.a.m.n him!

”I said get the f.u.c.k off me, you son of a b.i.t.c.h!”

He grinned, showing her an array of rotting teeth that made her cringe, and she grimaced at his foul-smelling breath. His head lowered in an attempt to kiss her but she turned her face away, crying out once more for him to let her go.

He didn't. Instead, he only laughed. This time louder. He was enjoying her distress. What kind of a man was he?

She gasped in terror as his mouth dropped against the valley of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. She struggled harder but quickly realized the futility in doing so. Something inside her suddenly calmed, telling her to be silent. She obeyed her inner voice and went deathly still. She would endure this. She would wait for an opening to escape.

”That's it, woman. Just enjoy it. You females are made to be f.u.c.ked. That's all you are good for.”

Slimy b.a.s.t.a.r.d!

He released her arms and, as he began to climb on top of her, Kinley saw red-literally. The small sheathed knife at his waist captured her attention. In her terror, she hadn't noticed it earlier.

She didn't think. She went into automatic survival mode and reacted.

He descended upon her and his grin widened in victory. A horrific chill snapped through her and, before she knew what had happened, she'd palmed the knife. A split second later, a gurgling drifted through the air. The man went limp on top of her. Warm, sticky wetness splashed against her right hand and over her neck and chest.

Panicking, she pushed at him and, to her surprise, he fell off her easily. There was blood everywhere. His face, his neck, but mainly on his chest. She must have stabbed him in the heart.

Nausea climbed into her belly and she scrambled to stand.

”What have you done?” Blackie's low and deadly voice erupted from close by.

He had allowed this to occur. He had been watching what had happened and, from the shock in his dark eyes, he hadn't expected her to kill his friend.

Fear sliced sharply into her. He would want his revenge against her for killing this man. He would hurt her. She needed to leave.

Ignoring his shouts, Kinley sprinted as if her feet had suddenly grown wings.

She ran.

Chapter Two.

Several days later...

Astronaut Kayla Hero couldn't help but keep her eyes glued to the brown-haired stranger limping behind the caged wagon she'd been locked inside. The wheels continued to turn beneath her barred prison, spewing puffs of dust that clung to Kayla's hot, damp skin. She and her two women captors-who sat on a wooden bench in front of the wagon-as well as the wagon itself and the man behind her, were being dragged along a road by four black horses.

Despite being surrounded by lush jungle and having no clue where they were taking her, she couldn't keep her eyes off the guy. He possessed an impressive arrangement of scars that crisscrossed his broad chest and shoulders and held a very seductive smile for her. A smile that made her insides flip-flop all over the place whenever he looked at her.

G.o.d! There must have been something in that swamp water she and her two sisters swam in as they'd escaped the wreckage of their s.p.a.ces.h.i.+p. She drank some of the water by accident. Maybe a few swallows...if that...and since then she'd been experiencing intense arousal and had become very aware of her femininity.

The more she looked at this guy, the more excited she got.

Although she realized it wasn't normal, she just didn't seem to care about the s.p.a.ces.h.i.+p crash or the fact she'd been separated from her sisters after heading out to find help for them. It didn't seem to matter either that she'd been walking for days or maybe even weeks, eating berries and wild carrots and other types of vegetation.

But finally, early this morning, she'd been surrounded by a group of women. Near-naked ladies who appeared quite confident in their state of dress...or perhaps in their state of undress. They'd asked her questions about which ”hub” she came from. Hub meaning ”village” if she remembered right from the information her brothers had sent when they'd decided to remain on this planet more than a couple of years ago.