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Sample Chapter For DANGEROUS LIAISONS: ENEMY MINE by Honey Jans

“Now behave yourself,” Diablo cautioned, pulling Cyn close to his side as they left the cave. “I’ve concocted a cover story for you and don’t vary from it. Your name is Angel Ledford, and you’re new to the area. Oh yeah, and your grandfather is an FBI agent.” She tripped when he said FBI. He looked at her hard, wondering if he’d hit a nerve. Her unease was palpable. Was the FBI the agency that fired her? It all made sense.

“Did I come too close to the truth?” he asked.

“No,” she said, her eyes narrowing.

He read her attempt to deceive him in a heartbeat. She was former FBI, and not very well trained, judging by her naiveté. Still the assessing gaze she raked over the assembled members of Carver’s gang was cool and intelligent. He had to rein her in.

“Follow my lead,” he said.

“Of course,” she said, looking down.

He wasn’t buying her demure act for a minute. His nose wrinkled as the smell of burned beans and cornbread wafted their way. “Damn Nina’s cooking again.”

“Who’s Nina?” she asked, staring at the two women by the fire that she’d seen earlier. The formerly topless redhead had found the bikini top for her outfit, and it just managed to encase her silicone-enhanced breasts. The gypsy woman gave her a narrow-eyed glare, looking just as disapproving of her.

“Nina’s the brunette, and the redhead’s name is Georgia,” he said. “Stick with Nina, Angel. She’s the head girl and she’ll look out for you.”

Cyn frowned. “She doesn’t look very friendly.”

Diablo had to agree with Cyn’s assessment as Nina shot them both a brusque glance. He gave her a narrow-eyed glance back and she relented, rolling her eyes. He knew that she didn’t like the fact he’d claimed a captive, and compromised the mission. But on the plus side, he was counting on her loyalty coming into play. Hopefully when things got tough she wouldn’t turn on him. “She’s not, but she’s exceedingly loyal and very influential around camp. So you need to stay on her good side.”

Cyn sighed. “I’ll try.”

When they reached the ring of seats surrounding the fire, he turned to pin Cyn with a stern gaze. “It’s vitally important that you obey me tonight, understand?” She nodded, looking properly submissive and compliant, but he wasn’t buying it. She was a wild card and he knew he had to watch her every minute. “Good. Now go fetch my supper, Angel, and be good,” he said, pointing her toward the other women.

“Yes, Master,” she muttered.

He let her sassy tone go unnoticed for the moment, knowing he had to pick his battles. Instead, he hunkered down at his usual spot by the fire, a felled log. His cock pulsed as he watched Cyn walk away from him, her delectable ass swaying, her breasts bouncing. And he noticed with growing irritation that he wasn’t the only one staring at her. Most of the other men were undressing her with their eyes. Damn, he should have draped a blanket over her. Across the circle from him, Ox and Rat glared at him. Rat was sporting a black eye, probably from Cyn, giving the FBI high points for their self-defense training. He gave Cyn’s attackers a hard look and the bullies dropped their gazes.

“I hear you had a little scuffle earlier,” Tom Carver said, wandering over and sitting down on the log next to him.

Diablo gave Silas’ younger half brother a searching look, wondering where he and Finley had gotten to earlier. Thin, with sandy brown hair and cool gray eyes, he was ten times smarter than his brother. He didn’t believe that Tom was in on the stupid attempt on Cyn’s life, he was too smart for that. But he didn’t trust the man either. “She took care of them before I got there.”

“Morons,” Tom spat, looking at the two men. He leaned forward to speak in a low tone. “I want you to know their attack wasn’t any of my doing.”

Diablo nodded, but kept silent, wanting to let Tom know he respected his desire to keep this between the two of them.

“You really keeping her?” Tom asked.

Diablo nodded. “Damned straight I am. She’s mine.”

Tom inclined his head. “Okay. I’ll back you if it comes to that.”

The brave decision stunned him. Tom never stuck his neck out for anyone. “Why?”

“I’m the one who talked Silas into hiring you three months ago. I’m not about to lose you because Silas is paranoid about a lost hiker. Besides, we need new blood in the organization, so I can spin it in a new direction.”

“Sounds interesting,” Diablo said, watching Tom brighten at his interest.

“I’m glad you think so. If you want to learn more, meet me at the clearing tomorrow at ten. Then we can talk in private.”

Diablo nodded. “I’ll be there.” He’d always guessed that Tom would someday stage a revolt, but this seemed like too big of a coincidence. He watched Tom get up and sidle away, wondering if he was friend or foe. Time would tell, and he would keep his options open.

* * * *

Cyn felt exposed as she walked across the clearing, her breasts jiggling. She felt the other men ogling her, but she knew that was the whole point of Diablo stripping her like this. He needed her to put on a convincing show if she was going to be allowed to stay. She could do this; had to if she was going to emerge victorious.

Georgia and Nina watched her as she approached them. The odor of burned beans and past-its-prime fried fish made her nose wrinkle, but she tried not to show her disgust. She had to get on Nina’s good side.

“Nice outfit,” Georgia said in admiration as she looked at her shredded clothes.

Cyn cringed inside the brief outfit, but took the compliment with as much grace as she could muster. “Thank you. I’m Angel.”

“Nice to meet you, Angel,” Georgia said.

“Get back to work, Georgia,” Nina snapped.

Georgia turned to frown at Nina. “Don’t tell me what to do, bitch. Just because you’re sleeping with Silas doesn’t give you any pull over me.”

Cyn saw the brand on Georgia’s plump ass and gasped. The initials, TC, were branded onto her left cheek. Oh my god, Diablo wasn’t kidding about that.

“Says the fool who lets Silas’ baby brother pimp for her,” Nina snapped back.

Cyn stepped closer to the feuding women, fascinated by their bickering. Maybe she could use this trouble between the women as an investigational aid. Because despite Diablo’s orders to the contrary, she was still on the job.

Nina stopped glowering at the redhead to pin Cyn with a resentful stare. “What do you want?”

“Supper for my man,” she said, refusing to be intimidated, realizing the getting on Nina’s good side was nigh on impossible. The only way to deal with bullies was to stand up to them. They were usually cowards deep inside.

Nina scowled. “Your man, huh? If you want anything from my kitchen, you’ll ask me properly.”

Cyn watched Georgia roll her eyes dramatically behind Nina’s back and had to force herself not to smile. “Yes, ma’am.” She put her hands together in an imploring gesture. “May I please have some supper for Diablo?” she asked, going serious. She had to get this right or it could mean disaster. Nina, seeming to read her thoughts, stepped back, her forbidding frown vanishing.

“This ain’t the Hilton. I’m not waiting on you,” she said, walking away with a flounce.

“Here’s a plate for you, honey,” Georgia said, handing Cyn a tin plate. “Don’t take it personally. Nina thinks she owns the place, just ’cause she’s sleeping with the boss, but that’s going to change soon.”

Cyn took the tin plate Georgia proffered and shared a woman-to-woman smile with her as they watched Nina sashay over to Silas. She absorbed Georgia’s intimation that change was about to happen. Did she mean another woman would soon warm Silas’s bed or was some kind of coup about to take place?

“It seems like she’s in with the head man.”

“Or wants to be,” Georgia said bitterly. “She isn’t any higher than the rest of us. You watch out for Nina, she’s got eyes for Diablo and she don’t cotton to him claiming you as his own.”

“Thanks for the advice,” Cyn said, ladling up a serving of unburned beans from the center of the pot, then cutting the burned bottom off a wedge of cornbread. She passed up the stinky fish, crumbled up some bacon into his beans, and added some onions, ketchup, and a slice of cheese. It might make this slop a bit more palatable.

“Hey that doesn’t look half bad,” Georgia said, following her example.

Cyn smiled at her, glad that she was making friends with one of the women. Diablo saying that Nina would look out for her was a joke. If Nina had her way, she’d be gone. The woman had the hots for Diablo, and she didn’t like it one bit. For some crazy reason she was feeling territorial about her captor. “Cooking is a hobby of mine.”

“Well, honey, you’ll be welcome to take over the cooking as soon as Nina is gone. I for one am glad to have another woman to satisfy this lusty bunch. If you need some ointment after he brands you…”

“He’s not,” she said, then bit her lip at Georgia’s startled look.

“I thought you were bonding with him.”

“I am,” she admitted, seeing the woman relax. Why did it matter so much to Georgia? “But Diablo is collaring me, not branding me,” she said, seeing Georgia’s sympathetic look.

“Shit, that’s worse.”

“Why?” she asked, wondering why it could be worse than being branded. Maybe there was something dreadful that Diablo hadn’t disclosed; the man was way too good at keeping secrets.

“He’s gonna own you completely, that’s why. Diablo will turn you into his sex slave; you won’t get to play around.”

A heat wave rushed through Cyn at the words sex slave. So far, it had been all slave, and no sex. She hadn’t even gotten naked, yet he’d made her come twice. Cyn flashed a glance at Diablo, wondering how she could seduce him. “I know,” she said.

“Just so you know what you’re getting into,” Georgia said.

“Thanks for the advice,” she said, pouring out a mug of thick mud-like coffee. “Lord this stuff is like tar.”

Georgia chuckled. “Yeah, Nina does tend to boil it a lot.”

Cyn spotted a teakettle simmering and pointed toward it. “Can I water it down?”

“Sure go ahead and use Silas’ tea water. He drinks too much of that putrid junk anyway.”

Cyn hurried to dilute Diablo’s coffee before anyone could object. Then she added milk and sugar. Georgia seemed to watch her every move and she wondered why. Maybe she wanted to copy her.

“You come to me if you need anything,” Georgia said.

“Thanks, I will,” she said, feeling warmed that she had an ally. She walked back across the grounds with Diablo’s dinner in her hands, trying to ignore the masculine stares that followed her. She knew that her unfettered breasts were bouncing, her hips swaying, and that it was provocative for the horde of bored men. An apprehensive shiver went down her spine. And then she locked eyes with Diablo. His warm gaze steadied her, making her heat up. She could be a seductress for him. Stepping into his personal space, his personal scent wrapped around her, sandalwood and hot man. Suddenly she was very hungry, but not for food. She bent to hand him the plate she’d fixed, giving him a glimpse of her cleavage. “Your dinner, Master.” The startled look in his eye made her smile.

“So you’ve decided that I’m your master,” he said, taking the plate.

“Uh huh, I’m seducing you.” The flare of heat in his eyes as she made her claim on him made her sizzle inside and the other leering savages fade into the distance. She only had eyes for Diablo.

“It smells good,” he said, holding up the plate to take a deep whiff.

“I did my best to doctor up the lackluster fare,” she said with pride. “Try it. I hope that you’ll enjoy it.”

He took a tentative bite and smiled.

She took a step back to fix her own plate when a shake of his head stopped her in her tracks. Hadn’t she earned the right to eat?

“You kneel down at my feet, Angel, and I feed you.”

She scowled at him, but a look around the campfire showed her several other women doing the same. Embarrassed, she knelt down at his feet; glad that she was by him rather than any of the others.

“Good girl,” he said, cupping her cheek.

The tender gesture made her misty, as she leaned into his reassuring touch, and blinked back her weak tears. She wasn’t going to cry because Diablo was kind to her. She had a mission to complete.

“What the hell did she do to his chow?” one man said to another.

“I don’t know, but I want some of what she’s cooking.”

She barely noticed the men’s comments as she watched Diablo enjoy her food. When he pulled her onto his lap, she went with a glad murmur. Diablo fed her a piece of cornbread and she nibbled it out of his hand, watching the sultry flare of his eyes.

“You even fixed the coffee,” he said, taking a sip then giving her one.

“I just watered it down and added milk and sugar,” she said, drinking from the spot he’d drunk from. The coffee braced her for what was to come.

“I’ll feed you after,” he whispered into her ear.

A tremor went through her. When he slipped a warm hand up inside of her cut-off top rubbing her bare back, she all but melted into his hard lap. His cock was a hard ridge under her butt, reminding her that while she’d been satisfied twice, he’d stayed hard. She’d have to see what she could do to rectify the situation. “That’s okay. I’m only hungry for you,” she whispered back and saw him smile.

“You ready for this, Angel?” he asked.

“Just watch me,” she said, slipping off his lap, seeing his look of surprise. If he needed to be seduced to convince this mob, she was going to seduce him. She started to dance to the sultry music from someone’s Ipod. She shimmied in the firelight, and danced for Diablo’s pleasure. The men sitting around the flickering campfire all fell silent. Her trembling hands went to the frayed hem of her tank top and she slowly pulled it over her head, her seductive instincts kicking in. She slanted Diablo a come-hither glance, pleased to see him sweat. At least she wasn’t the only one inappropriately turned on. The look in his hot chocolate eyes made her breath catch in her throat.

She unsnapped the fly on her shorts and pulled down the zipper, turning her back on Diablo as she lowered them, slowly baring her back and bottom. If he wanted a show, he was going to get a good one. Letting the shorts drop to the ground, she stepped out of them and turned to face Diablo. The bulge in his pants made her smile. Her hands ran lightly over her body, cupping her breasts, holding them out to him, offering them to him. Her fingertips fanned over her nipples, making them hard. “I’m yours, Master.”

“Show me what a bad girl you can be,” he said in a husky tone.

She froze for a moment, shocked by the command, but then her hand drifted down over her abdomen to cup her mound. She couldn’t help the little moan that poured out of her throat as she touched her stiff clit. Her fingertip traced the moist cleft, as she melted, gazing into Diablo’s hot eyes.

Diablo surged to his feet. He took her hand and dragged her to the spot where Carver sat. “I’ve taken Angel as my bed slave and she’s ready to bond with me.”

Carver grinned. “I don’t think she’s bed slave material, Diablo. She’s got a sharp little mouth on her.”

“I’ve got plans to keep it stuffed,” Diablo said, pulling Cyn to him, his mouth slanting across hers.

Cyn kissed him back, moaning when his tongue surged into her mouth, mastering hers. She pressed to him, her body on fire, her sex creaming when Diablo broke the kiss. She gazed up at him, dazzled.

“Angel will keep my bed warmed and her mouth shut. She knows the score and she’s agreed to it.”
“That so, Angel?” Silas asked.

“Yes.” Cyn shivered as she took in the deadly undercurrents flowing around the camp. They were all edgy, probably from inactivity, and Silas was barely holding things together. He sure as heck didn’t trust Diablo, and it gave her hope that Diablo wasn’t a turncoat. When Diablo took her hand and led her toward a spot in the middle of the circle, she quivered inside. This was it. He gave her arm a little squeeze before letting go, and stepped back.

“Look at me, Angel,” he said.

Cyn locked gazes with the spy who had saved her; he represented the only solid presence in this den of iniquity. His teasing smile made her instantly let go of her apprehension. She’d get through this with his help.

“It’s just you and me out here. Ignore the others. I’m the only one you have to please, the only one you need.”

“Yes,” she said, knowing that it was true. A thrill went through her. Did he really go for this master, sex slave, kinky stuff? Well, he did have the bondage equipment and the collar. Of course, he did.

He stepped back and watched her with hooded eyes. “Go to the trees for the ceremony. Show the others that you’re willing to warm my bed, be my naughty little sex kitten.”

Cyn walked to the two trees with ropes tied to them, knowing what was coming. Still, she couldn’t help but be apprehensive. Her plaintive gaze went to Diablo. He stepped up to her, and touched her arm. She gained strength from his touch and held out her right hand for Diablo to tie to the tree. She stood trembling a little when he tied the other wrist to the opposite tree, and fastened her ankles. When he had her bound spread-eagled, Diablo ran a hand up her leg. She couldn’t help the needy shudder that shook her.

“It’s just you and me, Angel,” he said, standing.

His smile, his hands cupping her breasts, his rough fingertips rolling her nipples, all combined to seduce her. She whimpered in ecstasy, arching her back for him. The restraints just made her hotter and frustrated because she couldn’t move. She glared at him when he pulled away, making him smile.

“First your nipple clamps,” he said. He picked the beaten gold clamps out of his shirt pocket. “Nice,” he said, absentmindedly fanning Cyn’s nipple until it budded, then clamping the clip on it.

Cyn gasped when he put them on her, feeling the pull right to her toes. She whimpered in ecstasy—her knees would have buckled if she hadn’t been bound. It was way more sexual than painful, and caught her by surprise. She glanced down at the gold clamp on her swollen nipple, the sapphire jiggling as she gasped. She stood there shuddering, even though she thought she was prepared, and gazed into his eyes, looking for a safety line. The reality of the situation set in as he gazed resolutely back at her, this wasn’t a love game; she was his love slave, at least until she got the goods on Carver and made her escape.

“Good girl,” Diablo said, stroking her hair.

She leaned into his touch, warmed by his heated tone, her pussy quivering and getting wet as her heart raced. She, a Delta Star washout, was now thrown into the deep end of the pool and it was time to sink or swim.

“Are you ready to wear my collar?” Diablo said in a clear tone that carried across the campground.

She nodded then held her breath when he pulled the matching antique gold collar out of his pocket. It was beautiful, like a fine piece of jewelry, and intricately worked. He slipped it around her neck, the star-shaped pendant dangling, making it look like a choker. Something inside her softened even though she knew it was playacting. He didn’t really mean to claim her, if she could trust what he’d said.

“I’m your master now, Angel,” he said, inches from kissing her. “Your loyalty is mine, and mine alone. Say it,” he demanded.

“My loyalty is yours and yours alone,” she repeated, adding silently—and not Proclaim’s.

He nodded. “Excellent. You agree that it’s my duty to bend you to my will, to lash your sweet ass with my paddle and belt, and open you with my cock.”

“Yes, Master,” she said, a secret part of her glorying in it.

She’d fantasized about masterful men for years; it was a shameful secret she’d never shared. Her eyes widened when she watched Diablo unfurl the leather strap from his belt loop. If a hand spanking had made her come, what might a whipping do to her? She wasn’t sure, but wanted to know.

“Time for your whipping,” he said, stepping up behind her.

She took in a tremulous breath, glancing at the leering crowd. “Yes, sir.”

“Ready?”

She nodded. He flicked his wrist and gave her a taste of leather. She let out a little yelp as the strap wrapped around her left cheek. Her sex got creamier as her body quickened.

“Now, as I whip you, I want you to repeat, I’ll be loyal. Say it.”

The strap caught her again and she whimpered. “I’ll be loyal.”

“Excellent.” He swung the strap, lashing her from the bottom of her butt.

“Oh,” Cyn gasped, her hips writhing. “I’ll be loyal.”

“Good,” Diablo said, gruffly.

Cyn could only moan as her whole body caught fire, taking the whipping as foreplay. A smack caught the bottom of her other cheek. “I’ll be loyal,” she cried.

“You bet you will,” he muttered, his voice husky.

He was turned on, she could hear it in his voice, and it made her hotter. When he swung the strap, catching her on the bottom of her ass, she shuddered, her pussy rippling.

“I’ll be loyal.”

“No jumping,” Diablo said.

Trembling, Cyn tried to obey, even as her sex pulsed. She didn’t want to come in front of the others, she couldn’t. The tip of the strap hit her mound, and she screamed, convulsing. “I’ll be loyal, sir.” The men sitting around the fire cheered. Diablo stepped up to her and released her, catching her when she would have crumpled to the ground.

“You’re mine,” he said huskily.

“Yes,” she moaned, wrapping her arms around him as she shuddered with after-spasms. Diablo set her back on her feet and clipped the strap to her collar like a leash. She let out a gasp, shocked, but didn’t move.

He smiled and turned to face Silas. “Satisfied?”

Cyn froze as the precarious position she was in was brought home to her. For a while there, she’d been able to forget about Silas Carver, and his grimy minions. Diablo had somehow made it seem like just the two of them played out this scene. He was very skilled at what he did; she couldn’t afford to underestimate him. Her gaze flashed to the Proclaim leader. He sat in his throne, Nina sitting at his feet, glaring at her. She chose to focus on Silas. He had the power of life or death over all of them.

“For now,” he said, with a grudging nod.

Cyn let out the breath she held and watched Silas smile. He was convinced she was scared to death and obedient, and she’d play the part to the hilt.

“Come,” Diablo said, tugging on her leash.

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