Maya Banks - Colters' Woman

“Wuss.”

He yanked at her hair. “Watch it, wench.”

He pushed himself up off her and grasped her legs in his hands. He doubled her knees to her chest and withdrew, arced above her.

He slid forward inch by agonizing inch until she was breathless with wanting. Then he plunged deep, his hard thighs slapping against her butt. She gasped at the depth.

“Don’t stop,” she gasped when he paused.

He grinned down at her. “Not so cocky now, are we?”

“I’m so going to get you back for this,” she gritted out.

He pulled back and stopped. She bucked her hips, trying to seat him fully again.

“Fuck me,” she begged.

He groaned and slid into her again. “I love a woman with a potty mouth.”

She laughed.

He began to thrust harder, setting a breathtaking pace. She tried to catch up, to breathe, but she was robbed of air.

He let her legs go and they slumped to the side. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him as close to her as she could. Then she circled his waist with her legs, locking him into place.

They kissed hotly, wetly, their tongues imitating the sliding motion of his cock in and out of her pussy. His hands tangled roughly in her hair as he pulled her mouth to his.

Urgency mounted in her groin. Her orgasm raced upon her with speed she’d never experienced. There was no slow build to the finish. It exploded around her in a violent surge. Every muscle in her body strained painfully and then released like an arrow from a bow.

Ryan thrust powerfully against her, his hips rocking her forward on the bed. “Oh, damn,” he strained out.

Yeah, damn. She collapsed beneath him as he surged forward again, his seed rushing into her body. His hips twitched and jerked as he continued to jet his release.

Finally he slumped between her legs, his forehead resting on hers. His breaths came in jerky spurts as he sucked in mouthfuls of air.

“You’re going to kill me,” he groaned.

“But what a way to go,” she said.

He rolled to the side of her and drew her into his arms. “Want me to draw you a bath?”

She smiled. “No, I’d much rather stay right here.”

“You wore me out,” he complained.

“Whiner.”

He tweaked her nipple with his free hand. “Watch your mouth or I’ll slide my dick in it to shut you up.”

“Promises, promises,” she chided.

He chuckled and rested his chin on top of her head. “Go to sleep.”

She sighed. “You going to get the lights or shall I?”

He groaned but slid out of bed and padded toward the light switch. Before he reached it, the lights flickered and went out, plunging the room into darkness.

“Ryan?” she called out in a wavery voice.

Icy dread snaked down her spine. She knew he hadn’t flipped the switch. He hadn’t even touched it yet.

Ryan strode back to the bed. He reached down for his jeans and threw her clothes onto the bed. “Get dressed,” he commanded.

She hurried out of bed and pulled the camisole over her head. She reached for the underwear and thrust a leg into them.

“Come with me,” Ryan said, reaching for her arm.

He hustled her down the hallway, his arm curled protectively around her.

“Is it the weather?” she asked as they entered the living room.

Ryan bent over the desk and dug out a flashlight. “No, I don’t think so.”

Fear formed a hard ball in her stomach. “What is it then?”

He turned to her, his face barely outlined in the darkness. “Listen to me. I want you to go into the guest bathroom and lock yourself in. There’s no windows. Stay until I come get you.”

Terror swept over her. “Ryan, what’s going on?”

He bent and kissed her hard, taking her breath. “Go.”

She ran. Through the dining room and down the other hallway where all the guestrooms were situated. She felt her way in the darkness, her hands sliding down the walls. She threw open the door to the bathroom and rushed in, slamming it behind her.

She bolted the lock then felt around in the darkness. The counter, the rim of the toilet. She fumbled with the seat and quietly set it down then sat and hunched forward, hugging her knees to her chest.

Hours passed or was it minutes? It felt like an eternity. Where was Ryan? There was no sound, only the suffocating cape of darkness.

Then she heard footsteps. Slow, wary footsteps. Closer they came until they stopped outside the door. She sucked in her breath and battled the panic that threatened to overtake her.

“Holly, it’s me. Open the door.”

She surged from the toilet and yanked open the door. She threw herself into Ryan’s arms. “What’s going on?” she whispered.

“I’m not sure. I’ve checked the house, the grounds. The fuses are fine, no cut wires. Must be trouble in the line.”

She sighed in relief. “I was scared.”

“I know. I’m sorry. Come on out into the living room. I want you where I can see you. I’ll build up the fire.”

She followed him down the hallway, her hand tucked securely into his. As they stepped into the living room, a shadow darted into her line of vision. Before she could react, a shot rang out and Ryan jerked. He fell to the floor inches from her feet.

Holly screamed. Oh God, Ryan had been shot! She dropped to the floor, uncaring of the danger to her. “Ryan! Ryan!” she screamed.

She ran her hands across his chest, and they came away warm and sticky. Blood.

Pain exploded in her head as someone yanked her up by her hair. She reacted in fury, kicking and hitting. The dark figure threw her away from him, and she hit the wall. Before she could run, he was on her. He backhanded her across the face, knocking her to the floor.

She lay there stunned, pain flashing in her vision. The attacker yanked her hands behind her and slapped handcuffs on her. She struggled wildly, but he had her pinned beneath his knee. He bent her legs, putting them together then he snapped a pair of cuffs around her ankles.

“Get off me, you bastard!” she shrieked.

He slapped her again then shoved a cloth in her mouth. Then he tied a bandana around her head, securing the gag. With his knee still squarely in her back, he fumbled for a minute then she heard the beeping of a phone. He was calling someone. Who?

“I’ve got her,” he said. “Yeah. Taken care of.” He paused for a minute. “I’m taking her to the cabin. It’s remote. No one will find her, and I’ll make sure all loose ends are tied up.”

He clapped the phone shut then grabbed her arms and hauled her up. “You and I are going for a ride, bitch.”

He dragged her toward the door, and she stared back at Ryan, straining to see him in the dim light. Tears flooded her eyes. Ryan . Oh God. The bastard had killed him.

Sobs welled in her throat, escaping around the gag. A blast of cold air washed over her naked legs as the attacker pulled her outside into the snow. Her skimpy nightwear offered no protection from the biting cold.

As if she were nothing, the man threw her over his shoulder and headed for the road. A few minutes later, he stopped and dumped her into the ditch.

She looked up to see a dark vehicle, an SUV of some type. The man yanked open the back then turned to pull her up. He threw her into the back, and she landed with a thump, all the breath knocked from her.

He slammed the door, and seconds later, she heard the driver’s door open and then the engine started.

Grief and rage poured over her, swirling, a storm she couldn’t control. She ignored the cold, her injuries, she could only think of Ryan lying lifeless on the floor.

The SUV rounded a corner, jostling her. Something smooth and cool slid into her chin. It took her a moment to realize it was a cell phone. He must have dropped it when he threw her in the back.