Master No (Masters and Mercenaries, #9)(119)

Her eyes widened and just when he thought she would shout out, he pulled her down and kissed her, drinking down the sweet sounds she made.

There was a tingle at the base of his spine and he let himself go. Pure pleasure raced along his skin as his balls drew up and he came inside her.

She fell on top of him and he bit back a groan. Real torture made a man a little sore, but he wouldn’t change anything. He wrapped his arms around her. She was here with him. That was worth all the torture in the world.

He shifted, moving her to his side. “Sleep for a while, darlin’. We’re leaving in a few hours.”

Her eyes were already drifting closed.

He sighed and let sleep take him as well.





CHAPTER TWENTY



Time didn’t stop. It kept going. When would they let him die? When would the darkness come? He liked the darkness, but whenever it would threaten to take him, someone would throw water on him or slap him awake or god, give him more drugs so he couldn’t sleep.

The lights. He hated the lights.

The subject takes the drug quite well. Heart rate and blood pressure are all perfectly normal. Well, normal for a man who’s in an enormous amount of pain. I need more time with him.

You don’t have it. The Chinese are almost here. Get him dressed and ready for transport. I have to call Victoria and make sure she’s ready for a package. If you damage the goods, I’ll kill you myself.

When she looked down at him, the lights behind her made her look like she had a halo. An angel of death.

She looked him over with a shake of her head. Her eyes reminded him so much of Faith’s in their color, but there the similarities ended because this bitch had some crazy eyes on her. What I wouldn’t do to open you up and see what makes you tick, Mr. Smith. Unfortunately, my father won’t let me play. Not that you’re the one I really want to play with. Let’s get you another dose and you’ll forget this ever happened. I’ll replace the memory with some…hmmm, let’s see how much your dick can take. My sister seems to love it so much.

She started at him with the needle again and he screamed.



“Ten? Tennessee?”

He opened his eyes and Faith was staring down at him. She’d gotten dressed. She was wearing a T-shirt that was the tiniest bit too small for her and a pair of jeans that hugged her curves. Ten forced himself to take a deep breath. “I was dreaming.”

She sat down on the bed beside him, her hand easing into his. “More like a nightmare, baby. Are you all right?”

“He’s got the damn PTSD. All my men have it,” a sarcastic voice to his right said. He looked over and there was Tag, leaning against the doorway.

He sent Tag his middle finger. “You would have PTSD too if someone took a cattle prod to your dick.”

Tag’s eyes widened. “Holy shit, Ten. I take back everything I’ve ever said about you. You’re a motherf*cking hero. You were able to perform after that? Yeah, she tried to be quiet, but that bed squeaks. Seriously, every man alive should salute you. Can I see it?”

“No, you can’t see it,” Faith shot back. “What is wrong with you?”

His girl had his back. Or his dick, as it was. He sat up. Faith was looking at Tag like he was some kind of monster. He had to explain. Tag was just a dude. “It’s no big deal. The only time men will look at another man’s junk willingly is when it’s been horrifically mangled.”

“Gay dudes will totally look at another dude’s junk. It’s normal for them. They’ll also look at a mangled one, since they’re dudes, too,” Tag explained.

“Why are we looking at junk? Has Ten finally come out of the closet?” Sean joined his brother.

Tag shook his head. “Nah. Part of his torture was a cattle prod to the cock.”

“Whoa,” Sean said. “Can I look?”

“Told you.” The dream was starting to dissipate. And he was starting to wonder how much of it really was a dream.

He squeezed Faith’s hand and sat up, looking at Tag. “The good news is the torture to my penis was virtual. She used some kind of drug to f*ck with my memory. I think I even recall her telling me she was going to do it.”

“It’s not all virtual torture. You’re covered in electrical burns,” Faith pointed out and gave Tag a saucy stare. “And he really did perform admirably.”

A ghost of a smile crossed Tag’s lips. Despite his sarcasm, it was easy to see the man was still hurting. There were lines on Tag’s face he hadn’t noticed before.

“I am happy to hear Ten’s still a functional male and that the two of you worked things out. Faith, I’m glad you’ll be sticking around. It’ll be good to have a doc on call,” Tag explained. “My men do stupid shit. I swear if Boomer walks into that glass wall one more time, I’m having him put down. Where did you find him?”

“Where I find everyone. US military.” Boomer wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed, but he had his talents. So did Ten, and one of them was putting things together. “I need to see the file on McDonald’s mistress. What do we know about her?”

“She works in banking. She’s some kind of VP at one of the international banks,” Tag replied, getting serious.

“He’s sending her some kind of package. We might want to intercept that.” Now that the fog was clearing, he was more certain that it hadn’t been a dream but a memory. McDonald had been concerned about Victoria receiving some kind of package. Maybe it was flowers, but Ten doubted it.