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  “I don’t have a tattoo.” She slumped back in her chair.

  “Too late. Now you have to prove to me that you don’t.” Zane leaned forward and braced his elbows on the table. “Would you like me to call a female officer?”

  Ravyn shook her head. “No, that’s okay.” She tried to pull the neckline down, but it wouldn’t stretch far enough. With a huff, she gave up and pulled her left arm into the shirt and bunched the cloth up over her shoulder, revealing that she was braless. She turned slightly to her right.

  “Put your left arm on top of your head and turn more.” Zane leaned forward.

  She obeyed him. “See? No tattoo.”

  Zane picked up the pictures of the blonde woman and set them aside. “Tell me who the blonde is.”

  “I don’t know.”

  Zane sighed. “You’re going to make this harder than it has to be. Is that what you want?”

  “I can’t tell you what I don’t know!”

  “Okay, let’s move on.” Zane shoved a picture of a redhead across the table. Who is this?”

  “I own a wig like that so it must be me.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yes. It’s me.”

  Zane pulled another picture from the file and held it up, then tapped it. “Do you have a heart-shaped mole on your right breast, Ms. Templeton?”

  “It doesn’t matter what I say. You’re going to make me prove it either way.”

  “That’s true.” He nodded. “Go ahead. Don’t be shy.”

  Ravyn whipped the T-shirt over her head and dropped it on the table. She cupped her right breast and turned to her left. “See? No heart-shaped mole.”

  “Move your fingers.”

  Ravyn glared at him, then placed both arms on top of her head and swiveled from side to side. “Satisfied? Can I put my shirt back on?”

  “No.” Zane picked up her shirt, folded it and set it aside. “Do you know the redhead?”

  “No.”

  Zane picked up the last photo. “The blonde in this picture has shoulder-length hair.” He laid it down. “Another wig?”

  “Yes.” She squirmed in the chair.

  Zane smiled. “Do you have a tattoo on your feminine mound, Ms. Templeton?”

  “No.”

  “Prove it.”

  “No.”

  Zane rested his chin on the palm of his hand and smiled. “I don’t think you understand the situation you’re in, Ms. Templeton. I want you to look around this room. Do you see any cameras? Any phones?”

  “No.”

  “What do you see?”

  “Uh, things.”

  “What kind of things?”

  “Chains, cuffs, some kind of bench, a bed, and a—I don’t know what that is.”

  “It’s a medical exam table. Surely you’ve been on one before?”

  Ravyn nodded. “Yes.” Her voice was soft. Weak. Breathless.

  “In this room, I’m in charge, Ms. Templeton. I can do anything I want.”

  “Anything?”

  “Yes.” Zane gathered up the photos, tapped them on the table a couple times, put them back in the folder and slid it under her shirt. “Strip.”

  “You can’t make me.”

  Zane laughed. “Oh, Ms. Templeton, you are so, so wrong about that. Now, strip or I’ll strip you, and when I get done, you’ll find yourself bound and gagged on the medical table.”

  She watched him for a moment, then sighed and climbed to her feet, unsnapped her skirt, and shimmied it from her hips. It dropped to the floor. She stepped out of it, then sat down on the table, swiveled around and positioned her legs on either side of him and leaned back on one of her hands. She ran a hand over her mound and smiled. “No tattoo.” She scooted toward him. “Take a closer look.”

  Zane grasped her knees and spread them as wide as they’d go. He held them there while he examined her pussy. She was wet. He wanted to touch her. Instead, he looked from her pussy to her breasts to her face. “This is your last chance to tell me who those three women are.”

  “I don’t know.”

  Zane narrowed his eyes and pulled another picture from the pile. He held it up in front of her and pointed at it. “This is the redhead. This is the blonde with the long hair. This is the blonde with the shorter hair. Who’s this?” He tapped the picture twice.

  Ravyn cleared her throat. “I don’t know.”

  Zane tut-tutted her. “Try again, Ms. Templeton.”

  “It’s me.” She shook her head and her hair flowed over her shoulders, covering her breasts. A rosy, pink nipple peeked out between the strands.

  “Yes. You. In the same room with these three women, yet you say you don’t know them.”

  “Women are social creatures, Mister—” She laughed. “I don’t seem to know your name.”

  “You can just call me Sir.”

  She nodded and he smiled.

  “Tell me who they are.”

  “I don’t kno—”

  He scooped her up and carried her to the medical exam table.

  “Let me go,” she screamed as she fought to get away.

  Zane laid her down on her belly with her legs hanging over the end of the padded table. He pressed his chest against her bare back and held her down. A chain with two wrist cuffs hung from the raised top of the table. He grabbed it and wrestled with her until he got them clamped around her wrists then adjusted the chain until she was stretched out with her arms over her head. He stood and swatted her hard on her ass.

  Ravyn screeched. “You’re going to be sorry. My bosses are going to come after you. They may look soft and prissy in those stupid suits they wear, but they’re tough. Killers in fact, and they’re going to kill you.”

  Zane laughed. He couldn’t help it. Luc and Logan did look stupid riding around the ranch in suits that cost thousands of dollars. He swatted her again just to get another screech out of her. “Who do you think hired me, Ms. Templeton?” He swatted her again. “The owners of Club Mystique want to know what the four of you were doing in that office.”

  “Nothing,” she said. “Just talking.”

  She tried to turn over and he pressed his hand on her back, then reached beneath her. The bottom of the padded table separated. Two sections moved out to the sides, forming a T. He grabbed her right leg and strapped it to the section before he did the same to her left leg. He ran his hands up the inside of her thighs to her pussy where he brushed his thumbs over her glistening pussy. He smiled. His sweet little slave loved it when he took complete control. Nothing else aroused her quite as much.

  He cranked the end of the bed up until her ass was in the air and her pussy was at the perfect height for him to fuck her. “There, now isn’t that better?” He moved to the side and bent down, then fisted a handful of her hair and turned her head until her eyes met his. “Comfy?”

  “Bastard!”

  Zane smoothed his hand over her lips. “Hmm, now where did I put that gag?” He looked around the room, then back at her.

  “Okay, okay, I’m sorry. Don’t gag me. Please.”

  “Too late. Once I decide to insert something somewhere there’s no going back.”

  “Couldn’t you, uh, insert something somewhere else?” Her eyes flashed to his erection and she smiled.

  Zane slapped the padded table next to her and she jumped. He smiled. “Excellent idea. Let’s see what I can find.” He turned around, then turned back to her. “One word out of you and I’ll gag you and insert something big somewhere you won’t like. Nod if you understand.”

  She nodded and he opened the double doors of a large cupboard and rifled through the contents. He deliberately made noise as he squeezed one package after another. He glanced back at her and saw her watching him. He held up a large dildo and she nodded. He smiled and put it back. Next, he showed her a large butt plug.

  She started to shake her head no then quickly nodded and he laughed. “Reverse psychology doesn’t work on me, darlin’.” A second later, he held up a tube of
lube and a pink box. “I’m going to enjoy this. I’m not sure you will though.”

  She bit her lip and shook her head so vigorously her hair covered her face.

  Zane smoothed her hair away from her face and looked into her eyes. “You’re going to love this.” He ran his hand down her spine and over her butt, leaving behind a wave of goose bumps as he moved between her legs. He slid his finger into her and swirled it around. She moaned and shivered again. “That’s it. Let me in.” Adding a second finger, he pumped them in and out of her, then withdrew them and licked them. “I love the way you taste.” Unable to resist, he leaned down and kissed her pussy, then pressed his tongue into her. She squirmed and gave a little wiggle before she froze. He patted her bottom. “Good girl.”

  He opened the lube, squirted a generous amount on the duo vibrator and ran it over her pussy before he pressed the tip into her. In an inch, then back out, then in another inch until it was in as far as it would go and the clit stimulator was pressing against her clit. He pressed one side of the round control at the end and the part in her pussy vibrated. She moaned. He pressed the button again and the clit stimulator vibrated. She moaned again and he pressed the button a third time and both parts vibrated. She gasped and wiggled.

  He adjusted it again so only the vaginal vibrator hummed, then squirted a dollop of lube on her lovely little rosette and ran his finger around it in a large spiral pattern. Little by little, he tightened the spiral until his finger rested on her anus. He slid his finger in and she relaxed and let it sink into her. He kissed her right ass cheek, then adjusted the vibrator so only her clit was stimulated and pressed a second finger into her, drawing a long moan of pleasure from her.

  Zane smiled. The way she gave herself to him, completely, with nothing held back, pleased him and never failed to ramp up his arousal. He played with her until she relaxed completely, then patted her bottom and pulled his fingers out and cleaned them with a moist wipe. He covered his cock with lube and placed the head against her anus.

  “Oh, yes,” she whispered, then bit her lip and trembled.

  He pressed into her, an inch at a time. In a short distance then back out, until he was all the way in. She shivered and he ran his hands over her back and up to her shoulders. He grasped them and began fucking her, with long, slow thrusts.

  A series of small, moaning gasps told him she was enjoying what he was doing to her. He stroked her back and increased his thrusts, then turned on both parts of the vibrator. She squirmed and he could see that she was fighting off the need to come. After a few moments when he knew her orgasm was at its peak he said, “Come for me, Ravyn.”

  She fisted the chains that held her in place and shuddered. “Oh, Za—Sir.”

  Zane felt her tightening around him then the pulsing of her vagina as she came. He grasped her hips, thrust two more times, and let his own orgasm flow through him. A few seconds later he collapsed on her back. He felt the humming of the vibrator and she gasped, tightened around him, and came again.

  He brushed her hair away from her neck and kissed her nape. “I love you, Ravyn.”

  She smiled. “I love you, too. Forever.”

  Zane pulled out of her, removed the dildo, and cleaned her up before he released her and lifted her into his arms. “In the morning, we’re going to pick a date and start making wedding plans.”

  Ravyn smiled and rested her head on his shoulder. “Yes, and just in case you were wondering, the three women in the pictures are the Royals and we were snooping.”

  Zane laughed. “Baby, I already knew that.”

  Chapter Two

  Cade moved to the side, glanced at the “Do Not Disturb” sign that hung from the knob, then unlocked the door of the small beach house and shoved it open. Sunlight entered the room and dust floated in the draft made by the door’s motion.

  He entered the room, then moved to the right and covered Nate as he entered behind him and moved to the left. They scanned the empty living room before moving through the suite to the bedroom. The sheets and blankets hung halfway off the bed. Two pairs of handcuffs hung from the metal headboard and one of Thor’s ties lay in the center of the bed. The bedside table held two champagne glasses with a small portion of wine dried in the bottoms. Clothes lay in a pile on the floor next to the bed and one of Marisol’s stilettos was on its side in the center of the room, its mate nowhere to be seen.

  Cade crept toward the bathroom. The doorframe was splintered, the door open. Several towels lay crumpled on the floor. He nudged one with the toe of his boot. It stuck to the floor, apparently having been thrown down wet and dried there. The shower door was broken from its hinges and leaned against the tile wall inside the shower. Several streaks of blood marred its surface. He signaled to Nate, then together they moved back to the entrance and onto the porch, where they reported to the others.

  Cade held out an electronic device and pointed at the lit dots on the screen. “There are four bugs in the suite hidden in the most obvious places—the lamps. It looks like they wanted us to find them.

  “The cottage hasn’t been cleaned since Thor and Marisol were taken,” Nate said. “Mendez apparently has a lot of influence here.”

  Cade snorted. “Thor’s going to throw a fit when he gets the bill for this place.” He examined the area around the small beach house. “I’m going to remove the bugs, then search again. If Thor had time he would have left us a clue.”

  He went back inside, removed the bugs and flushed them down the toilet before trying to reconstruct what had happened. It looked like Thor and Marisol had been in the shower when the attack came. Thor was a paranoid bastard, so he would’ve locked the door. He’d had enough warning to get out of the shower, grab a towel and confront the assailants when they kicked the door down. Bath beads covered the bottom of the tub, some whole and some smashed, as if someone had stepped on them and slipped. Thor would have protected Marisol by placing her in the tub and out of the way of the fight.

  The lid of the toilet’s water tank lay broken in the corner, telling him that Thor had used it as a weapon. Dried blood stained one edge, and he hoped that meant that the blood in the shower wasn’t Thor’s. He pulled two evidence bags from his pocket, then scraped dried particles into them from the shower door and broken lid. He went over every inch of space but didn’t find the clue he hoped to find. The attack must have ended quickly or there would have been more damage. Discouraged, he snapped several pictures of the bathroom, bedroom and living room, then left the cottage. “Let’s go.”

  “Did you find what you were looking for?” Nate asked.

  “No, but I found two blood stains, one in the shower and one on a broken piece of pottery from the toilet. I’m hoping neither one matches Thor or Marisol.”

  “I want Bridget and Nymph to walk around inside,” Sabre said. “Sometimes a woman will see what we missed.”

  “Can’t do any harm,” Cade said.

  Bridget and Nymph entered the cottage with the men behind them. They stood in the living room for a few minutes, then Bridget walked into the kitchen area and opened the fridge. “A bottle of champagne. No food.” After a moment, she closed the door, then rejoined Nymph, and they wandered into the bedroom. They examined the room from each corner, then stood over the fallen shoe.

  “Where’s the other shoe?” Nymph asked.

  The men looked around, then Dirk leaned down and pulled the shoe from beneath a chair and held it up. Bridget nodded, then moved into the bathroom. She turned in a slow circle, then crouched down and touched one of the dried towels. She looked up and shook her head. “Nothing.”

  Nymph stepped into the tub, then crouched down and smiled. “Nate, give me your camera.”

  “What did you find?” Nate asked.

  “Marisol left us a clue, or at least she tried to.”

  Nate handed the camera to her and she snapped several pictures, then handed it back. “It’s the beginning of a word ‘barc,’ but I don’t know what it means.” She stepped out o
f the tub. “Do you see Marisol’s eyeliner anywhere?”

  The men looked at each other, shrugged, and Orin asked, “What’s it look like?”

  Nymph and Bridget laughed. Bridget said, “Never mind. If you’ll give us some room, we’ll find it.” The men went back into the bedroom, and she and Nymph looked around.

  “Okay, she wrote the clue in the tub, so it’s got to be nearby,” Bridget said.

  Nymph looked between the tub and the vanity and didn’t see it. While Bridget searched the items on the vanity, Nymph stepped back into the tub and moved the candles and bath gel bottles. “Nothing here.”

  “It’s not here, either,” Bridget said. “She always keeps it in her makeup bag.”

  Nymph squatted down and checked the jets in the tub, then shook her head. “I thought maybe she shoved it into one of the jets.”

  “What about the drain?” Bridget asked.

  Nymph knelt down, then laughed. “Give me Marisol’s tweezers, please.”

  Bridget handed them to her and Nymph used them to pull the eyeliner pencil from the drain. She held it up. “Eureka!” Nymph stepped out of the tub, then she and Bridget joined the men and told them what they’d found.

  “So, Thor put Marisol in the tub to protect her. She grabbed her eyeliner pencil so she could leave us a message, but the assailants got through the door too quickly so she had to ditch the eyeliner,” Bridget said.

  “Now we just need to figure out what she was trying to write,” Nate said. “We only have four letters.”

  “We’ll figure it out,” Dirk said. “Everyone look around one more time. Take pictures of everything.”

  “I’m going to talk to the manager and get the names of the guests who were in the nearest cottages that night,” Cade said. “They may have heard or seen something.”

  “He won’t give them to you,” Bridget said.

  “He will if he wants to live.” Cade didn’t smile.

  * * * *

  Bridget watched Cade walk away, then she grabbed Sabre’s hand. “Quick, before he comes back, let’s go talk to the next-door neighbors.”