Paradise Ch. 03
Date: 06.11.2009
Keywords: Ch., 03, Paradise,
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"This is the third chapter of Paradise and I didn't put it in the same category as the other two because it does have rape involved. To understand this chapter better, you might want to read the other two chapters. I hope you enjoy my work and please vote. I'm also a feedback slut, so send feedback either on the page or to my email. Thanks for reading me. Danielle"
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"Don't try anything."
The warning was spoken in a heavy thick accent, the words almost unintelligible. If Shawn hadn't heard the accent before, trained himself to understand the slurring and mangling of the language, he probably wouldn't have understood. As it was, he had two choices.
He could fight, there were two guns, two decently sized bad guys to go with them. Both men were tall, dark skinned with bushy mustaches. One was older, gray just starting to show in his hair. The other, the man who spoke first, was powerfully built, his shirt stretching tautly across his wide shoulders. Shawn knew he still might be able to take them, but then Danielle might get hurt. He knew her well enough to know that she wouldn't just hide out in the balcony or try somehow to get away. Nope, she was stubborn enough to put herself right in the middle of things.
He could give up for now, get them out of this room and away from Danielle. Not the best plan, but hell, in this game, what were the best plans?
He let his hands rise over his head. One of the gunmen came forward, prodding him forcefully away from the doorway with his gun in Shawn's back.
Shawn moved away from the doorway, refusing to even look back and hoping that Danielle had enough sense to stay hidden until they left the suite. Then she could go out and call for help or just leave him, considering how badly he'd used her. She was pissed and he could understand it.
He started walking and only stopped when a big hand was slapped down on his shoulder.
"Wait. We must get the girl."
"What girl?" Oh, shit.
He started to jerk out from under the arm that held his shoulder then heard a shriek from outside on the balcony. The second man came in, a clawing, biting wildcat in his arms. Danielle bit down on the forearm that was holding her against the man, not letting go until blood flowed from her mouth and the man back handed her. He dropped her on the carpet, cursing and reaching for a cloth napkin on the tray of breakfast that sat on the night stand forgotten.
"Bitch!" he spat at the girl at his feet.
Danielle looked up from where she was sprawled on the floor. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, leaving a trail of blood on her chin.
"Don't touch me again," she hissed at the big man.
He stepped forward, arm raised ready to back hand her. And he only stopped when the other man's voice rang out. They said something to each other in a strange language, voices low and angry, before the bloody man stepped back.
"Now, Mr. Lawrence..." the older man started to say, his voice much easier to understand speaking in clipped English though still heavily accented.
"Lawrence?" Danielle pushed herself up off the floor, getting to her feet in a smooth graceful move. She tightened the belt on the robe and pushed her hair back from her face. "Your name is Lawrence?"
The man she bit came forward and grabbed her arm, pulling her back and away from Shawn. "Shut up, bitch," he said, his tone of voice begging her to do something stupid so that he would be forced to manhandle her.
Danielle stared at the stranger that she thought was the man she loved. He stood easily, his body relaxed, arms raised above his head. He didn't even look at her. There was a hollow pit in the bottom of her stomach, making her feel empty and incomplete. How many other things did he lie about to her? Who was he? Who were these men and what kind of trouble were they in?
"As I was saying, Mr. Lawrence," the man continued in his thickly accented voice. "We have much to talk about. I'm very curious as to a number of things. Certain, shall we say, items of information that have come your way that shouldn't have been allowed to get out. We'd like you to tell us who is supplying you with this information."
Shawn said nothing, not moving, not even looking around. He could feel Danielle's eyes upon him, digging into his skin like skewers. His mind raced, he had to get her out of here.
The gun was shoved against his ribs again, hard enough to bruise, knocking the wind out of him for a second.
"Why don't you let the girl go?" he said, straightening up. "Then we can talk."
The man laughed. "Is this where you tell me that she doesn't mean anything to you, just some hooker you picked up last night?" He reached inside the pocket of his shirt and pulled out a tiny receiver recorder, flipping the play switch on with one finger. Shawn's voice came out of the tiny speakers, loud and clear.
"Okay. But first, remember that I love you, okay? Whatever you think when you hear what I have to tell you, that's always first okay?"
They'd bugged his room or the tray of food he brought in. Damn.
"Nice try though, Mr. Lawrence. Now, shall we have that talk here or, not. I think we should go to the Villa, don't you, Raul?"
The man with the bloody cloth covering his arm just nodded, not even glancing away from Danielle. His dark eyes stared at her, intent dislike evident in his penetrating glare. She refused to look at him and held herself proudly, her long hair tumbling down her back in a riot of dark waves. Her skin shone tanned and silky, looking even browner against the white silk of the robe.
"Raul?" He waited until the man took his eyes off of Danielle before continuing. "Why don't you help Miss ahh..Danielle get dressed." He jerked the gun that he held at the robe she wore.
The brutish man smiled, and moved towards his victim, a smile on his lips that left his teeth shining brightly against his dark skin and black mustache. He shoved his pistol in the back waistband of his pants before he stepped in front of her, reaching out one hand and grasping the tie on the front of the robe. Before Danielle could do anything, he had pulled the knot free then pulled the belt free of its two thin loops. It gaped open before she could react, giving them all a glimpse of smooth tan skin and the inner curve of her breasts.
Her hands went up to close the robe and Raul grabbed them, holding both her wrists in one hand behind her back. She struggled against him, fighting to break his grip on her wrists until the pain from his strong fingers became almost unbearable. The robe slid off on her shoulder, catching against his hand, exposing more of her slim body to the three men. Finally, she stood still, her head down, her hair covering her face. Raul stood behind her, rubbing her fisted hands against the obscene bulge in his pants
The man holding the gun motioned for Shawn to kneel on the floor. When he didn't respond quickly enough, he turned the gun, smashing the butt of it behind Shawn's ear, knocking him to the floor.
Danielle heard the blow, saw Shawn's body strike the floor hard. He wasn't unconscious, just stunned, his head shaking against the pain, blood trickling in a long slow trail down his neck to drip on the floor. He looked up and into her eyes. She saw concern and worry, and a keen intelligence that shouted for her to do nothing untoward even through his pain. He was working out something. She wished she could believe him. Had it been only ten hours ago when she had stood in that bathroom, eager and a little nervous, planning her big surprise? She took a deep breath and stood up straight, her back tall, her head held proud. If she was going to be molested, she would at least show some class.
The older man shoved the gun into the back of his pants waistband and walked towards Danielle. He separated the hair that covered her full breasts, pushing it back behind her shoulders. "You have very nice taste, Mr. Lawrence. When we are through with her, she should fetch a nice sum on the black market."
Danielle felt his hand cup her breast, lift it as if weighing it against some internal scale. His thumb shifted and slipped over her nipple, nudging the tender bud until it tightened against her will. She saw his head bend and knew what he planned, closing her eyes against the sight of his dark, oily hair against her skin as he sucked her tender bud into the heat of his mouth.
Pleasure shimmered through her in dark waves of shame. The lips that played at her breasts were knowing, the tongue that stabbed and flicked the hard kernel, dedicated in making her enjoy what he was doing. She could feel her breath growing shorter and bit back the moan that wanted to escape her lips. How could she be doing this when the man she had thought to spend her life with, the man who had lied to her was laying on the floor injured?
A surreal feeling of being in some second rate spy flick came over her. This wasn't real, she was dreaming. The suction on her nipple relaxed, cool air circling the rigid flesh as the man let go to kiss his way to her other breast. His palm stroked her body hard, sliding over her ribs and the curve of her hip, past her soft belly to settle between her legs. He murmured something around her nipple as his fingers parted her plump lips, slipped past and into the delicious heat of her. She felt him thrum her clit and barely bit back the moan that wanted to escape, this time biting her lip to keep from releasing it.
His hand parted her thighs, Raul sliding his knee between hers to keep them apart. He plunged a single finger into her tight channel, thrusting the finger slowly in and out of her while his thumb sought and found her clit again.
Raul was intent upon what his partner was doing, pressing against her ass that was still covered by the silk of her robe. His eyes were fixed on the firm globes with their tight tips, one of which was being feasted upon by his partner.
Danielle felt the first swell of pleasured heat rise from her loins and tried to ignore it, to stay still.
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Keywords: Ch., 03, Paradise,
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