[Siren Classic: Erotic Interracial Consensual BDSM Romantic Suspense, flogging, sex toys, HEA]
Dr. Isabel Vasquez joins Doctors Without Borders, insisting on serving in post-Taliban Afghanistan. She hates the pain and devastation caused by her country’s actions in that war-stricken land and openly protests US global militarism. While treating injured and sick Afghanis, she is captured and held prisoner by terrorists.
Navy SEAL Senior Chief Alex “Doc” Richards must find the war-protesting doctor who witnessed the effects of a deadly pathogen known to be in the hands of the same terrorists. He doesn’t count on finding a tempting dusky beauty. As a powerful attraction grows, Izzy and Alex find themselves working to stop terrorists from turning Afghanistan into a lifeless wasteland. A mysterious Turkish wanderer reveals a secret to Izzy that Alex has hidden since joining the SEALs.
Can Izzy submit to Alex’s dark desires? When Alex is faced with an impossible choice, can he save the woman he adores from terrorists who have her in their crosshairs?
A Siren Erotic Romance
“Doc! I need you over here!” the man yelled in English.
“What’s going on, Shaq?” a deep voice answered from out of the darkness.
“I don’t know. I know she’s breathing, but I’m not sure what’s going on with her,” the man said, looking her over.
“Ma’am? Are you all right?” This time the man called Doc asked the question in Pashtun. “I need to touch you to make sure you’re not hurt. Please, I mean no disrespect. I’m a medic and I want to help you.”
The man tugged at her fabric prison and Izzy shuddered against the chilly predawn day as the burqa was lifted away from her battered body. A cold wind kicked up again and washed over her as he uncovered her face. This was the first time in over twenty-four hours it seemed as if she could finally breathe. When she opened her eyes she saw two men, a black man with a full beard and a white man also with a full beard and longer hair, both were carrying weapons. The white man was crouched over looking at her.
They were dressed in the customary style of the men in these parts, the perahan tunban,long shirts with camouflaged jackets and pants with the customary Keffiyeh scarf wrapped around their necks. Only these men weren’t from here. They were Americans and the worst kind. They were American military Special Forces trained to blend in with the locals.
Doc was assessing Izzy’s vital signs as she lay still, and she knew the drill but noticed a couple of added steps to his routine. She knew these men would not sell her to the highest bidder, but she was in a lot of trouble if they found out who she really was.
“Shaq, cover me,” Doc said, standing and slinging back his weapon against his shoulder. Doc helped her sit up and wrapped her in the discarded burqa. Izzy overheard Doc tell the other man that from his assessment she was suffering from hypothermia. “We can’t put her in back with the others because she’s in pretty bad shape. I’ll need to carry this one back.”
Doc knelt again and picked up Izzy effortlessly. Hell no! Izzy suddenly felt a surge of energy run through her as she began to fight. He seemed to take little notice of her struggles. She realized that damn burqa had imprisoned her once more. He had wrapped her arms inside the material. He simply tightened his grip and held her firm because she tried to move her arms but couldn’t budge them. It seemed that Doc had managed to restrain her in a fashion that wouldn’t allow her fight but would allow him to transport her in relative comfort.
To Izzy, it seemed as if the small party walked forever. She drifted in and out of consciousness and had lost her sense of direction before she realized they had reached their destination. Doc annoyingly kept her wrapped inside the burqa and she hated it. When they finally sat inside a vehicle, he opened his jacket and wrapped her inside. She started to thaw from his welcomed body heat as they rode into the breaking dawn. Let me out of here! She pushed against his chest as she started to struggle once again.
“Shush, shush…It’s all right. We have a field hospital near Kush. You’ll be safe there,” Doc whispered in her ear, again in Pashtun.
Izzy stopped and looked at him. The sound of this man’s seductive deep voice reached her and made her go still for a moment. She could listen to this guy talk all day! His voice seemed to reach into her soul, and she’d never heard anything like it in her life. It was a sweet call she couldn’t resist, and she couldn’t help but relax. He attempted to soothe her with his light touch running up and down her back. Izzy melted and relaxed into it.
In the breaking dawn, Izzy looked up into his face and he smiled reassuringly at her. She noticed his eyes were the color of rich sapphires. She relaxed into his body because she instinctively knew he would keep her safe. He was very sure of himself and his surroundings and that self-assurance conveyed a sense of security that eased Izzy’s confusion and panic. How many times had she seen that look on a man and was instantly turned off? She wanted to hate that smug look on his face. But for this man, it was natural and not unattractive. It was reassuring and safe.
He held her firm as they jostled down the bumpy trails back to…Kush did he say? Izzy noticed his body was hard and unyielding when she tried to push against him. She felt the bullet-proof vest he’d opened bounce against her shoulder. Something about this man was out of place because of the way he held her and tried to comfort her spoke volumes about him. He was a natural caretaker. He had compassion. What is he doing here? Carrying a gun? Izzy remembered what he really was and stiffened. He was a medic or something like that for the other animals she despised. She didn’t have the strength to fight anymore but tried anyway.
“No…” Izzy hoarsely whispered as she struggled. Her throat was so dry, she could barely speak.
Izzy saw a hand come around and give something to Doc. He frowned as he took the object from the mysterious hand. She couldn’t see what he was looking at because she was facing the wrong way. She watched the range of emotions run over his strong features, confusion, understanding, and finally anger when he looked at her again.
“You’re an American?” Doc asked Izzy in English.
Izzy had a small night light on in the bedroom. She slept with it when he was gone. He switched it off and took off his scrubs, getting naked before he slipped into bed beside her. Izzy snuggled closer.
“You okay, baby?” she asked sleepily.
“Bad day, angel.”
“Experiment failed. It’s okay. I’ll just start over tomorrow,” Alex said, wrapping his arms around her.
“I’m sorry,” she said as she turned and buried her face in his neck.
Izzy kissed the center of his throat and sighed. Alex closed his eyes as his body relaxed in response to her nearness. Even though he was tired and could barely move, he needed the comfort she offered to relieve his mounting anger. He quickly swept off her clothes, delighting in the skin to skin contact he required right now. His bad day was slowly sinking into the background and the anger he had about all his work wasted was subsiding at being so close to something so right.
“Angel, I need you,” Alex said as he captured her mouth.
“Mmm…” Izzy moaned.
Alex wouldn’t let her speak and he didn’t want to hear anything but her sultry moaning. He enjoyed the taste of her. He flipped Izzy around so her back was against him. He reached around and played with her breasts and lowered one hand to her pussy, teasing her clit, finding her so deliciously wet and willing.
Izzy hissed as she sucked in a carnal breath. “Alex, that feels so good.”
“Yes, angel, you do feel good.” Alex growled, biting her earlobe.
Izzy reached behind her and took his cock in her hand. Alex smiled as he nipped her shoulder because she was so much less inhibited about what she wanted now. She would reach for him whenever the mood struck her, demanding him as much as he demanded her. She was becoming just as aggressive as he was and it was perfect. He threw back his head and groaned as she stroked his cock. She opened her legs and wrapped a leg around him as she guided his cock to her pussy.
Alex pulled back slightly. “Not yet, angel. I want to play a little more.”
Isabel wasn’t listening. By the way she was urgently reaching for him, Alex knew she was already consumed by her own primal lust. She maneuvered herself and quickly consumed his cock inside her eager pussy. Alex flipped her over and roughly picked up her hips as he landed a slap to her ass.
“I said to wait for it!” Alex growled and Izzy moaned. This wasn’t the first time he’d meted out a little discipline to her. He massaged away the sting he knew he’d caused her. He ran his hands over her smooth ass. “I’ll fuck you when I’m damn good and ready.”
Alex brushed his fingers over her clit and Isabel pushed back against his hand. He slapped her cheek again and briefly wished the light was on so he could see his handy work. Her creamy pussy was calling to him. It wouldn’t be much longer that he could resist.
“Don’t fucking move!” He growled.
“Alex!” Izzy demanded as he brushed her clit again.
“Do you want me, angel?” Alex teased as he sank two fingers inside her cunt.
“You know I do,” Isabel said, shoving backward, forcing his fingers deeper.
Alex slapped her ass again. “I asked you a question. I didn’t tell you to move!”
“Stop teasing me!” Isabel growled.
Alex removed his hand as he gripped his cock and rubbed it up and down her slit. Without warning he shoved forward and impaled himself deep inside her throbbing pussy. He gripped her hips and willed himself not to be too rough with her. She was having his baby, after all.
“Hang on, angel. I’m in a mood tonight.”
Isabel cried out as he slammed in and out of her, disregarding her cries and giving in to his own carnal need for release, fucking her hard and fast. Isabel reached around and grabbed his wrist. His fingers were digging into her flesh and he kept pounding into her pussy without any thought to her pleasure. Right now it was all about him. He sensed his need to climax draw closer. His balls tightened and the familiar slight spasm in his back as he ploughed into Isabel and allowed himself to come deep inside her. After he was finished he flipped her over and roughly pushed her knees back.
“What we have here, a freshly fucked pussy…” Alex taunted.
Isabel screamed when he attached his mouth to her clit and started sucking it. He nibbled and licked as she squirmed under him. She grabbed his head and fisted his short hair.
“Eat me!” she commanded.