The Hostage Bargain (24 page)

He turned the thing back on.

I winced.

He turned it off. “I haven’t even touched you yet. I cannot work like this.” Odin set the thing down, removed his glasses, and stood, stretching his fingers. “Isis, I recall you becoming quite wantonly aroused by certain kinds of pain. I recall a certain afternoon—”

“That’s different,” I interrupted.

Odin smiled his gorgeous smile. “Our innocent sheep farmer, writhing in ecstasy under a man’s firm hand coming down over her soft fleshy buttocks. I recall a certain sheep farmer begging for more—”

“Stop…” I felt my face heat. I looked over at Thor, who suppressed a grin, but I saw it in his blue eyes. His gaze traveled down to my neck, my chest. My chest would be totally pink under my shirt. He loved to tease me that I was a sex maniac, a line of teasing that always got me embarrassed. “Excuse me if it’s different when it’s, you know, exciting and sexy instead of just…abject torture.”

“That’s context, nothing more.” Odin flung a hand at me. “Strip her clothes off, and tie her to the coffee table.”

My pussy tingled. “Excuse me?” I said. “While I’m getting my tattoo?”

“Do it,” Odin said, wiping his tattoo gun. “You need a new context.”

“Oh, gladly.” Thor let loose his grin.

My blood raced with excitement.

“You want her on her back or stomach?”

“Back,” Odin said. “Strip her and strap her now. While I still feel inspired.”

The very command made my legs feel like jelly. The thrill of it. This tattoo operation was starting to look up.

Zeus stood over me, a glint of danger in his green eyes. “Get up.”

I met his gaze. The day they robbed the bank they wore zombie masks, but even then, his eyes mesmerized me.

“Will you disobey, Isis?” Zeus asked. “Is that what I’m seeing?”

Slowly I stood, feeling naked already, unsure what they were planning. What could possibly distract me from poking needles? But I loved following their commands. Almost as much as I loved resisting them.

Zeus stood almost a foot taller than me, all brutish beauty; in the world of gods, Zeus is an alpha. Within the gang, he was definitely the leader. He touched a finger to the bottom of my chin. “Strip her, Thor.”

Bright shivers cascaded over me as Thor’s arms slipped around me from behind, unbuckling my belt. The way Zeus watched my eyes—you could barely call it watching. It was more like he was using his hypnotic gaze to hold me and interrogate me and fuck me all at once. It was totally alpha. And insanely sexy.

Thor fumbled with the fly of my shorts more than he had to, then he slid his fingers down between my legs, intensifying the heat there. I closed my eyes, feverish with excitement, as he pressed into me from behind. Sometimes I still couldn’t believe that these sexy, fabulous bandits who took their names from gods wanted me and me alone.

“Keep looking at me,” Zeus grated.

I opened my eyes to him.

Zeus said, “We will distract you so thoroughly, Isis, that tattoo needle will feel like a kiss.”

Thor nuzzled my ear. “You might even get into it.” He pushed my shorts down over my hips as Zeus watched.

Warmth pulsed through my core like glowing embers.

“Isis loves a good distraction, don’t you, Isis?” Odin said.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked.

“Ignore him,” Zeus growled.

“I think we’ll need all the belts and scarves in this whole place, though.” Thor said.

“I don’t really see how this is going to work—”

My protest dissolved as Zeus grabbed the collar of my tank top and ripped it right down the middle.

I gasped.

“You don’t need to see,” he said. “Probably best you don’t.”

Gulp. I leaned back against Thor, blood racing. I trusted my bandits—anything could happen with us, and I knew I’d always be cherished. Safe. At least when we were alone together, inside our hotel rooms, we were safe. Out there robbing banks…I still got scared, even though Zeus and Odin were highly trained military operatives.

You’re not immortal. You’re not magic,
I’d said to Zeus once, and he’d assured me they were close—beyond Navy SEALS, beyond elite, beyond secret.

Zeus gently caressed the tender flesh of my breasts with his rough fingers. “I love it when you don’t wear a bra,” he said. He kissed my fingers. “You’re learning.”

“I’m down to my favorite one. No way will I let you ruin that.”

Thor said, “We’re rich bank robbers. We’ll buy another.”

“Actually, we’re running out of money,” Odin said from his stool across the coffee table. “Now hurry the fuck up.”

I stepped out of my shorts and panties as Thor walked off—to collect every belt and tie in the place, apparently.

I stood there, fully naked under Zeus’s hungry bear gaze, which cranked up my quivery state like crazy. Zeus made you vulnerable with that gaze.

And lord, how I wanted him.

Finally, he pointed to the coffee table with his beefy hand. He kept his nails short and perfectly smooth, and wore a simple man-ring, something Celtic. He’d always seemed quite Irish to me—Irish and feral. In a low voice he said, “Lay down.”

Shivers came over me.

I sat down and lay back upon the coffee table like an offering on an altar. The surface felt cool and hard under my bare ass. I squeezed my legs together.

Everything about my hot bank robbers turned me on—their naughty orders, their brutish attentions. It was like I’d stumbled into a Disneyworld of dangerous sex fantasies. And this was a whole new ride—the tattoo distraction ride. One of the scary ones. A dark tunnel one.

Odin bent over me, placing a hand next to my hip, amber eyes glinting. “We’ll get this thing done now.”

He kissed my belly, and then my belly button. I moaned and shoved my hands into his thick, moppy hair.

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