Bad Men - Piper Stone Page 0,4

guess we’ll need to teach her a lesson,” the second abductor said, the tone of his voice irritating me even more.

They thought this was a game.

“Like hell you will!” I spouted just seconds before the blond wrapped his hand around my throat, pushing me back several inches. The expression on his face was nothing short of predatory, his eyes burning holes into mine.

The man was hungry, famished.

And I was his prey.

Something didn’t feel right, my stomach churning, the need to flee all I could think about.

I refused to buy the bullshit he’d said earlier. My father had no idea where I was. I’d purposely told him a lie in order to attempt to live my life my way.

“Get off or I will kill you,” I managed before he added pressure, his hold almost suffocating.

The blond took a deep breath, a sly smile crossing his face. “I’d like to see you try.”

“You need to deal with her, Rivers, or I will,” the Spanish man chortled.

Rivers.

I made mental note of his name, my eyes watering as terror swept through every inch of my body. Still, he was one gorgeous specimen, his eyes penetrating through me as if he knew everything about my entire life. Like he’d tasted me before. As if he’d hungered until his needs had become insatiable.

As if he would own me.

The blond snarled at his companion before turning his full attention to me, his nostrils flaring.

I was thrown by their appearances, the dim light of the lantern barely illuminating their rugged bodies, but there was no denying their authority. They weren’t anything like what I’d been warned about, vile men who captured anyone they believed would provide a decent day’s wages. Abductions were well known in the heart of Brazil, a nasty tale I’d heard the second I’d arrived in the country.

These men seemed far more powerful; their ability to get past the dozens of guards was impressive and spoke to intense training. Military? Maybe. Hired guns? Definitely. The weapons they carried were similar to the men who protected the Serpent.

Could I actually buy my father had spent his hard-earned money to track me down? And would he know I’d been kidnapped in the first place? The Serpent certainly didn’t need the ransom money, the man’s estate worth a fortune. Then who the hell were these guys?

They were both drop-dead gorgeous; broad shoulders and muscular arms, chiseled faces that were wistful dreams in the making. The blond had a square jaw, creating an air of defiance, his nose and cheekbones Romanesque. His eyes were the most engaging thing about him. Even in the dim lighting, I could tell they were the color of the Aegean Sea.

The dark-haired man held the look of a Spanish Conquistador, his luscious full lips framed in a solid two-day stubble adding to a dark and dangerous demeanor.

And I was freaking out of my mind for thinking of them as anything but horrible monsters, even though they’d saved me from continued anguish. My entire body ached, bruises covering my arms and legs. The Serpent had made certain I followed his rules, his methods of punishment harsh.

Swallowing hard, I told myself I would not be taken in by their gorgeous physique or the fact they’d acted as if they were rescuing me. I refused to be betrayed by my own body.

Even if my nipples ached, my pussy soaking the thin panties I’d been allowed to wear. The expensive silk nightgown, a ‘gift’ from the monstrous Brazilian beast barely covered my torso. I’d never felt so naked in my life.

While the blond was clearly American, the other could be nothing more than a hired gun for the jerk who’d insisted I call him sir, the soldier’s Spanish accent as dark and brooding as his burnished skin and black eyes.

The blond tilted his head as he crowded my space, his hot breath cascading across my quivering skin. I was shivering all over, every nerve crawling to the edge. I clawed his hand, trying desperately to free myself. As he lifted me onto my tiptoes, he moved dangerously close, his chest rising and falling from intense frustration.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” the man known as Rivers stated through clenched teeth. “We might be your only hope of survival, but you will be a good little girl while we’re in charge of you.”

The other man snickered as he lowered his weapon, still holding it in his hand as he swept the interior of the rustic cabin. “She’s