He pressed a finger under her chin, forcing her eyes to meet his. They were a dusky gold, a strange color caught between brown and hazel. “You don’t want to play games with me.”

  Before she could answer he cupped her pussy through the material of her pants… just held her there.

  “I can smell how wet you are,” he whispered into her ear, his voice harsh. Decency and lust battled inside him. If he didn’t fuck her right now, he would explode.

  He kissed her again, had to force her not to grind herself against his palm, had to force himself not to press his aching cock against her. “The sequence?”

  “Fuck you.”

  “Oh no.” Despite himself, he laughed, stepped away from her. “I will fuck you.” He could smell her, wanted to bury himself inside her heat and fuck her brains out. God, just finish it.

  He owed her. If this was the only way to protect her, he’d have to deal with it. They both would.

  “The key, Agent.”

  “At the risk of repeating myself…” Her voice was breathless, husky. She was ready to beg. At least he fucking hoped so.

  “You like to push, don’t you.” It wasn’t a question. He walked behind her again, the vulnerability of her position arousing him further. His arms tightened around her as Dinah dropped her head back on his shoulder. He stroked a warm hand over her rear again, under the thin material of her pants.

  “Lift your leg for me.” She obeyed, blindly. Long, blunt fingers wrapped gently around her ankle and guided it to the side, setting her foot down on some kind of a support on her right. A table? She hadn’t even been aware of it. Then it was too late, as some kind of shackle held her leg and wouldn’t let go.

  Dinah was aware of nothing but her spread legs, her juices trickling down onto her thigh. The bastard made no move to touch it; instead, he returned to caressing her arms, her shoulders, her breasts, torturing her with gentle touches.

  “The key.”

  “Go fuck yourself.”

  He tweaked her nipple gently, sending a shock of pleasure through her system. Her loud moan had him laughing warmly in her ear and pressing his cock into her ass. “Must I repeat myself?”

  She almost screamed as he trailed a finger down, lower, into her pants, lower still, over the bare smooth skin of her mons, along the length of her pussy lips, stirring her juices before dipping inside, once, twice, agonizingly slow, then withdrawing. Blood roaring in her head, she felt his arm move up, heard a light sucking sound. He must have brought his finger to his mouth.

  “Delicious, Agent Burns. If you could just tell me the sequence I will be happy to continue.”

  “Motherfucking…”

  He twisted her nipples, harder this time, both of them. Twin prongs of pain and pleasure shot through her, spiraling down through her sex. Her pussy clenched, pulsed, more cream trickling onto her skin.

  “Such language.” A long, torturous finger slipped past her pants, into her slick heat. He rubbed her clit now, slowly, ran his finger down one side of her pussy and up the other, pausing to dip inside her before returning. He made a few circles and… stopped.

  “The key.”

  She bit the inside of her cheek and said nothing but moaned loudly when he tapped a gentle finger against her clit, once, twice, three times.

  “I think you like it.” He circled around her clit again, returning to her slick opening to stroke it before inserting two long fingers inside her, torturously slow, delicious. “The key, Agent Burns.”

  “I… don’t… have it.” The words were accompanied by small rubs at her clit.

  His other hand, the one wrapped around her waist, moved lower now into her pants and spread the lips of her sex, causing her clit to swell. She felt the leg she stood on tremble, ready to give out. She had no choice but to let herself be fully supported by him.

  He touched her again softly, ran his finger on the outside of her sex, then thrust in.

  “Your clit is hard,” he whispered, and she heard genuine longing in his voice. The rock-hard cock he pressed against her ass was certainly testament to that.

  “The key.” Again, his murmured words caused her to quiver. Her only reply was silence, and then a moan as he took her pussy lips between long fingers, and kneaded.

  “You do like it. Are you going to come?” A soft rub at her clit punctuated each word and she felt herself building toward orgasm. He slid his fingers along the slick knot of nerves, harder now, faster. She tensed, and didn’t care if he could feel it. He was fully supporting her body, her one balancing leg trembling against his thigh. He was going to stop. He was going to get her right to the edge and stop. The frustration of it was almost as sharp as the pleasure throbbing through her pussy. He rubbed her harder. “Don’t come, Agent Burns,” he growled in her ear. Again, a tap on her swollen clit.

  And she went taut as a wire. Jack told himself to stop, willed his hands to stop moving. Except he couldn’t, he kept rubbing at that hot center of pleasure as an orgasm shattered through her and she screamed from it, screamed for him and still he couldn’t stop, driving her harder, stronger, until she simply collapsed against him, sweaty, limp.

  Chapter Three

  The silence in the room was punctuated by ragged breathing. It broke with a soft sound as he released whatever was holding her ankle and guided her leg to the ground. Boneless from pleasure she let herself lean against him, savoring the warm strength of his arms. Her mind simply refused to click into gear.

  “You know, this really isn’t in the script.” The new voice, a mocking drawl, snapped Dinah out of it. Behind her, her captor cursed and turned around.

  “What the hell are you doing here?”

  “Obviously not enough.” The other man’s voice was mocking. “Med sent me down to check on… this… Remind me to thank him.”

  Heat flooded Dinah’s skin, this time from sheer embarrassment.

  “I’ve got it under control.” Her captor didn’t let go of her, partly shielding her from the other’s gaze.

  “This is your version of intel extraction?”

  “Better than beating her.”

  “Fine.” The man sighed it in such a way that any idiot could see that it wasn’t. He walked around, and mortified, Dinah met his gaze.

  “So…” he drawled, looking at the display in front of him, “vXoe in the flesh.”

  Behind her, her captor cursed.

  Dinah simply couldn’t believe it. “What did you just say?” Only one man could know that particular VR handle. It was the name she’d used to smuggle in documents that freed… Jack Brenner and crew. Shit.

  Her captor stepped away. “You’re such a fucker.”

  Dinah twisted, trying to see his face, fury bubbling in from muscles that moments ago were lax with pleasure.

  “Jack Brenner?” She ground it out between her teeth.

  “Yeah.” His voice was whisper soft.

  “I’m aboard GrimJustin?”

  “Yeah.”

  Finally it clicked. His own VR model hadn’t done him justice. The harsh cheekbones, the dark blond hair cropped short. The hot, chiseled body, disciplined in the arts of combat, clad simply in black. If she didn’t die from embarrassment she’d kill him. Both of them.

  “You… you…”

  “Halloway Duke.” The dark-haired man, clearly enjoying this, stepped closer. “May I say, what a pleasure it is to meet you in person.”

  With his dark eyes and tall rangy body, he was handsome enough. For a bastard. Dinah shot him a glare but otherwise ignored him. “I should have let you rot in NeoSoviet Prison.” Her voice was bitter now.

  “Now, let’s not be mean.” Duke snickered, shooting Brenner an amused look. “If Brenner here wasn’t so obsessed with you, he wouldn’t be rescuing you from some really nasty characters.”

  “Rescuing? This…” She was panting now, fully pissed. “This orgasm torture thing is your way of rescuing me?”

  Duke snorted. Jack threw him a look to shut him up. “This,” he ground out, “is the only safe alternative.”

  “To what? Pain? Drugs?” She bit it out, enraged. “I trained for it. Fucking eighty-five percent immunity. This shit,” she used her chin to point at the bonds above, “this is insane. Not to mention illegal.”

  “I’m a contractor, darlin’. Legal isn’t exactly my biggest concern.”

  “How about decency? Is that your concern?” She could see she hit home with that one and pressed on. “If I were a guy --”

  Duke laughed. “If you were a guy, he would have a serious problem.”

  “Shut up.” Brenner turned to Dinah, his voice a study in calmness. “If you were a guy, I would still rescue you. We would be even.”

  She laughed at that, a bitter sound. “Even, my ass. I don’t see you tying up a guy here.”

  Brenner threw Duke a look to keep him zipped. “If you were a man, I would fight you.”

  “I would prefer that.”

  He shook his head at her now. “Not your call. I need the key, Dinah.”

  “I need to get out of here… Jack.” She’d bared her fucking soul to the man. Hell, she fucked him in VR.

  “The contract is out on you.” He stepped closer to her again, and she recoiled because, even now, she wanted him to touch her again. “I don’t want to hurt you… but I still need the key.”

  “And what, you’re too chickenshit to extract intel using regular methods?”

  Duke snorted again.

  “I prefer this to beating you, yes,” Brenner said.

  “That’s big of you.” The heat radiating off her skin was pure fury. “Must be so hard to intimidate a poor little tied up woman. You motherfucking --” His hand cupped her mouth and cut off the rest.

  “Enough foreplay.”

  Duke watched, clearly fascinated.

  “I owe you,” Jack whispered into her ear, his voice silky soft, his body so tense sweat pearled on his skin. He moved behind her again and reached up to unhook the cuffs that stretched her arms upward, then wrapped one arm around her while his other hand pressed firmly over her mouth.

  “And I want you.” With her struggling in his arms, he muscled her toward Duke and shoved her to him. “So when the contract went out,” he hissed in her ear, “I figured better me than someone else.”

  Duke’s arms closed around her.

  “And since you object to being tied up,” Brenner continued, growling it into her ear as his hand muffled the curses she was screaming at him.

  “Duke here will hold you while we play.”

  Her eyes burned as they locked with Duke’s. Fucker owed her. So much for gratitude.

  Duke smiled at her. “Hello, sweetheart.”

  “I’m going to kill you,” she retorted as soon as Brenner’s hand lifted from her mouth.

  Apparently unimpressed, Duke turned her around, pressing her back against his chest as Brenner released the cuffs that held her hands. Wrists free, seizing the chance, Dinah exhaled loudly, shot out a fist and connected solidly against Brenner’s chin. He only smiled --a feral smile that, God help her, was sexy --and grabbed both her hands. She struggled, acutely aware of the male body behind her, strong hands grasping her wrists, Brenner’s body too close for her to get a kick in. His eyes locked with hers, Brenner slowly brought her arms down and in an unspoken command, Duke took hold of them, pulling both her wrists behind her, arching her breasts forward.

  Again, the room was silent, save for harsh breathing. The man holding her was strong, his grip biting into her arms. She tried to wiggle free, but at the twitch of his cock against her backside she felt the full impact of her position. Fear mixed with arousal, and she stilled. Jack held down her shoulders, pressing her into Duke’s body. “The key, Dinah.”

  “Fuck… off.”

  “We’ll get to the fucking in a moment.” He said it softly, his voice whipping over her like silk. He glanced at Duke. “There’s a chair behind you.”

  They moved backward, the three of them, like one body. Dinah wore herself out fighting the grip on her. She didn’t cuss, didn’t scream --not so much for dignity but for energy conservation. Arousal coursed through her and she hated herself for it.

  Duke sat, pulling her body down on top of him. She was sprawled on his lap, her arms still held tight behind her back, leaning back onto his chest, his calves now holding down her feet. Trapped.

  “You know, this could be fun,” Duke whispered silkily into her ear.

  “Never thought I’d have vXoe give me a lap dance.”

  Above her, Brenner chuckled.

  “You were there, in the Kremlin.” Her voice was quiet.

  “Yeah,” he whispered. “I was.” Was that guilt in his voice? “You changed our status just before interrogation.”

  “Bet they didn’t interrogate like this.”

  Brenner threw a look at Duke and stepped forward to kneel between her spread legs. At this height, he was eye to eye with her.

  “You can bet your sweet ass it wasn’t this way. I need the key, Dinah.” A gentle finger trailed a path from her throat to the tip of her left breast. She looked at him. Helpless, aroused. “Don’t. Not like this.”

  Behind her, Duke drew in a sharp breath.

  Brenner’s eyes softened. “You fantasized about it. Just like this. You told me.”

  She shook her head. “That was different.”

  “Was it?” He kept his finger on the tip of her breast, just looked at her as she lay helpless, with another man’s arms holding her in place. He liked having another man hold her down? She somehow imagined he’d be possessive… in VR at least.

  “The key, Dinah.”

  “I can’t.” If she did, her career was over.

  Brenner nodded. “She likes her breasts touched.”

  She felt Duke’s chest rise and fall. “I don’t believe I’m saying it, but I’m not liking this.”

  “But Dinah does…” he leaned forward, “…don’t you, darlin’?” He barely brushed her lips with his.

  Dinah moaned, hating herself, hating the feelings that pooled in her belly. The feel of a rock-solid body under her, the tough body between her thighs, was more erotic than any VR fantasy. She felt her arms being let go, but with Brenner’s hands now on her shoulder she couldn’t do anything about it. Duke gently massaged her breasts through the thin material of her undershirt and she gasped from the pleasure of it.

  “The key.”

  Her hands were free now. She could fight them. Instead, she clutched at the muscular forearm above her, helpless, wanting. Seemingly reassured, and more than willing to play now, Duke touched the tips of her breasts, rolling her nipples between long fingers. Her moan of pleasure had his cock throbbing against her ass, growing larger. Her eyes locked on Brenner’s as he touched her cunt softly through the soaked material clinging to it, watching his partner draw moans of pleasure from her. She was dripping cream.

  Brenner drew down her suit pants.

  “What the fuck are you doing?” Duke’s voice was loud in Dinah’s ear.

  “I’m going to finish it.”

  “You’re going to add rape to this?” The ugliness of the word didn’t match Dinah’s breathy tone.

  “Not unless you ask for it.” He plunged three fingers inside her. She sucked in air through her teeth, not from pain, but from the incredible fullness that probed at her cunt. She was slick with her own juices, Duke’s hands sending pleasure to her nipples, Brenner’s fingers slowly, slowly, torturously pulling out. Then just as slowly, pushing in.

  “The key, Agent Burns.”

  The long fingers inside her rasped her delicate inner walls, but as much as she tried to force them deeper, as much as she squirmed toward them, he didn’t allow it. The frustration of it was almost enough to make her cry.

  “The key, Agent!” Jack gritted it through his teeth, every cell in his body screaming to push forward, Duke’s glittering “you are an asshole” look the only thing keeping him from unzipping his own pants and plunging home.

  She squirmed forward, and Brenner forced himself to still, his fingers teasing, just there, not quite where she needed…

  Duke squeezed her nipples and her head rolled back against his shoulder. He tormented her with delicate touches, rougher strokes. She forced air through her teeth. He could see the pleasure building inside her.

  “Give me the sequence,” Brenner ground out.

  “Fuck you!” she screamed at him, energy and dignity forgotten. And Brenner pulled out.

  “No!” Tears spilled; he refused to care.

  He forced air into his lungs. Duke molded her breasts, but his eyes narrowed. “I can’t stand much more of this.”

  Hating himself, Jack touched a fingertip to her cheek, smoothed away the moisture where a tear had dropped. He leaned forward. “The key, Agent Burns,” he whispered against her lips before touching them with his. She kissed him back desperately, as if giving him everything she had, anything to make him fill her.

  He aimed again at her entrance, stopping just short, circled her clit, her groans of pleasure now desperate, her hips lifting, seeking.

  “Give me the key.” He fucking hated himself.

  “Please…” She was crying now, fully crying, the pleasure and the ache mixing inside her unbearably. “Please, I can’t.”

  “Brenner…” Duke’s hands fell away from her breasts, held her loosely, almost for comfort. And…

  The world went red. Pain slammed her, red sickening waves of it. She heard someone scream, a hoarse cry that somehow ripped at her own throat. Her insides rolled with nausea and she tasted something metallic, bitter. Blood.

  She felt her body lifted, cradled. Her hands, now free, pressed against her head, as pain beat at her with thick, greedy waves. And the red claimed her.

  Chapter Four

  Consciousness returned in stages. Warm. Dizzy. No pain. She registered something buzzing above her, tried to see, but the lights were too bright.

  “She’s coming back.”

  A man’s voice, hollow somehow. Dinah felt herself being lifted, her limbs hanging. No restraints. She was set down. Her feet touched the floor, her back supported by a gentle male hand. She opened her eyes and met Brenner’s green gaze.