STORY EXCERPT

Talia prowled around the room examining the doors and windows, looking for an escape route. The urge to get away filled her with desperate energy, but something even stronger kept her right where she was. The conflict raging inside her gave her a headache and she fell into a chair, temporarily defeated by the pain.

Impulse? Where had she heard that name before, why did it make her react so frantically, and why didn’t she want to be here? Hell, she really needed to remember.

When someone rapped on the door and then opened it, Talia almost jumped out of her skin. She hadn’t heard anyone approaching, but the man that walked through it blew her mind, causing her to temporarily forget her problems. He was a good bit taller than her, with thick black hair that looked mottled. He was all solid muscle and yet he moved with a lithe grace that made it appear as though his feet barely touched the ground.

He was easily one of the best-looking men she’d ever seen. How she could know that when she couldn’t actually remember what men she’d met in the past, she was unable to say. All she did know was that her body reacted in the time-honored fashion to his appearance, causing her to cream her nonexistent panties and for her nipples to harden and rub abrasively against her thin, borrowed T-shirt. Panic welled up inside her when an engaging smile lit up his eyes. Piercing golden eyes that seemed to be able to see right into her soul. She felt like asking him what he could see in there since she had absolutely no idea what made her tick.

“Hey, you’re up and about already. How do you feel, Talia?”

It came back to her in a haunted rush when he opened his mouth. That deep, melodic voice had stayed with her all the time she’d slept. He was the man who’d rescued her and told her she was in Impulse—a place where, for some reason, she especially didn’t want to be. A place that put her in danger. Even so, she wanted to trust the man who was now looking at her quizzically but knew she couldn’t afford to do that, either.

Now’s your chance, Talia. Do it now!

She shook her head, wondering at first who’d spoken with such desperation. Then she realized the voice was inside her head. She really was a candidate for the funny farm. The man walked toward her, frowning.

“Is something wrong? Did you just remember something about how you came to be in the ocean?”

Kill him! Now’s your chance. Catch him while he’s off guard.

No, he saved me.

A debilitating pain ripped through Talia’s insides, causing her to gasp and double over. The man now looked downright concerned.

“What is it?” He reached for her arm. “Why don’t you sit down until it passes?”

Talia fought the impulse to attack but couldn’t overcome it—it was simply too strong. The more she resisted, the more searing the pain became.

Do it!

Her head cleared and Talia knew precisely what she had to do. All doubts eradicated, she leapt clear of his hand and went straight for his stomach with a hammer fist, following with a middle knuckle behind the hollow part of his ear. She’d taken him by surprise, and before he could recover, she delivered a roundhouse kick to his side.

“What the fuck!”

The man’s reflexes were lightning quick. He blocked Talia’s attack by parrying it with an open palm and at the same time moved his body forty-five degrees, away from her center line and her kick. She had no idea where she’d learned to fight like this, what sort of fighting it actually was, or even why she felt the overwhelming need to attack the man. But she couldn’t seem to stop. He was clearly trying to subdue her because whatever martial art she was performing, he knew it, too, and could have easily used his superior weight and strength to finish it then and there. He probably would if she didn’t quit right now.

But Talia’s blood was up and she didn’t stop to think about the wisdom of her actions. Instinct overcame reason and she butterflied her legs into another kick aimed at his groin. Fighting fair was obviously an alien concept to her, at least at that moment. All that mattered was winning, and if attacking his most vulnerable places was what it would take to make the voice in her head go away, so be it.

“Stop it right now before you get hurt!” the man yelled.

Vadim? Yes, that was what he’d introduced himself as, and he was clearly out of patience with her. Talia didn’t blame him. She would be dead if it weren’t for him, but whatever mental force had persuaded her to attack her rescuer still drove her on.

“Okay, babe, if that’s the way you want it.”

He smiled at her, beckoning her forward, as though inviting her to take her best shot. Another brief flashback told her he wasn’t the first man to underestimate her fighting skills. This time, though, she sensed she’d met her match, but that didn’t hold her back. The desire to kill him had strengthened, smothering her feeble conscience. Worse, she was almost enjoying it. What did that say about her?

ADULT EXCERPT

“Welcome to the party, babe.”

Vadim watched as his buddy pulled Talia into his arms, bent his head, and kissed her hard and deep. Shit, she had the longest, slimmest legs, and the cutest butt he’d ever seen on a woman. Why, oh why was she sent here if they couldn’t have her? It was the cruelest irony—a living nightmare.

Zayd’s hands drifted to her butt as he prolonged the kiss and pulled her against his erection. She made cute little needy moans, even while she was still being kissed.

“You wanna play dress up?” Zayd asked her when he broke the kiss.

“Er, yes, I guess.”

Zayd tweaked a nipple and then delved into his drawer full of tricks and held up a leather bra that didn’t have any cups.

“I think this’ll be perfect for you,” he said.

“What does it do?”

“You’ll see.”

He fitted it onto Talia and stood back to admire his handiwork, sharing a smug grin with Vadim. The bra pushed her tits high and closer together. Vadim could see that her large, dark nipples were rock hard. She was standing close enough for him to also see that juices were trickling down her inner thighs.

“Vadim enjoys being spanked,” Zayd explained.

“Doesn’t it hurt?”

“Yeah,” Vadim answered. “But not for long. The tingling pain turns to pleasure very quickly once you get attuned to it. We’ll teach you how, if you’d like.”

“Vadim!”

Zayd held up a warning hand, reminding Vadim that he was getting ahead of himself. He was right, of course. Over the past few hours their roles seemed to have been reversed. Vadim was the cautious one—careful and suspicious of everything—while Zayd liked to take risks. Vadim glanced at Talia in her leather bra and his cock throbbed, a painful reminder of just how badly he needed a woman.

This woman.

Perhaps this wasn’t such a good idea after all, but it was too late to turn back.

“I’m gonna carry on spanking Vadim, honey,” Zayd said. “Why don’t you slip sideways beneath him and suck his cock at the same time?”

“How can you be sure I won’t try to bite him?” she asked with a devilish smile.

Zayd laughed. “He’d enjoy that.”

Talia’s eyes were alight with anticipation as she slid sideways beneath his body and tickled his harnessed balls with her tongue. Her touch was featherlight but still sufficient to set his body on fire. Matters improved when Zayd slapped his butt with unexpected force, at the same time yanking back on the collar, trapping the breath in his windpipe and leaving him gasping.

“Shit, that feels good!”

“Glad to be of service, lover,” Zayd said, repeating the process.

Rather than attacking his cock, Talia’s tongue lingered on one of Vadim’s heavy balls, sucking with firm lips, tugging at the hairs on it with sharp teeth, licking the crevice where it joined his body until his cock felt ready to explode.

“Our guest knows what she’s doing,” he said in a throaty drawl, barely able to get enough air into his lungs to speak.

“She loves playing with us, don’t you, sugar?”

Zayd reached across to Talia and tapped her butt. Vadim enjoyed being shackled, but right now he’d give a lot to have the use of his hands back. Her tits dangling out of that damned bra were just asking to be sucked. They’d get theirs later, he decided. Right now these two were giving him the ride of his life and Vadim intended to let go for once and enjoy every second of it.

“I need you to fuck me, lover,” he said urgently. “And I need you to suck my cock, babe.”

“Demanding, ain’t he?” Zayd said, laughing as he squirted lube over Vadim’s butt and worked it in. “Best do as he asks, darlin’, before he pulls rank.”

Talia dutifully sucked his cock all the way to the back of her throat, that damned tongue of hers homing right in on the frenulum nerve bundle on its underside.

“Shit!” he said on a long groan, thrusting himself harder into her mouth. “Keep that up, sweetheart, and it’ll all be over in no time flat.”

“Hey, don’t start without me.”

Vadim felt the tip of Zayd’s huge cock slipping into his anus. He pushed back to welcome it, but Talia moved with him, still holding his prick captive between her sweet lips. Zayd grabbed the strap attached to Vadim’s collar and yanked back on it as he thrust himself all the way home, hitting Vadim’s prostate with pinpoint accuracy, restricting his breathing with equal expertise. Vadim’s windpipe was almost completely choked, taking him to that higher plane he thought of as “little death.”

Vadim floated outside of himself, in the zone, on a high like he’d never known before. Zayd continued to work his ass, his heavy balls crashing against Vadim’s buttocks with each thrust. He paused every so often, forcing Vadim to beg him to carry on.

“I love it when you beg me for it, big boy,” Zayd said, laughing as he went right back to work.

Talia sucked his swollen cock deeper than Vadim would have thought possible without choking herself. She’d turned onto her back and was using both hands to rub his balls against her solid nipples. He glanced sideways at her face protruding from beneath his body. Her eyes were open, glazed with passion. They locked with his and more of those desperate little mews slipped past her lips. She was so damned hot, probably rubbing her thighs together to make herself come. It was such a damned waste. Never had a woman been more ready to be fucked senseless.

But Vadim simply couldn’t take the risk.