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from his camp two nights ago while he’d been swimming in a nearby stream.
    She had torn it in two and draped half over her lower body, covering her buttocks and pussy and knotting the sides, allowing him erotic glimpses of her tanned hips and thighs.
    Her breasts were covered with the other half and secured by thin strips at her shoulders—strips that appeared to have been sewn by some sort of thin cord. Strips that loosened every second she struggled.
    He swallowed past his dry throat and willed those garment ties to open. As if the Goddess of Freedom herself had heard his wish, the strip on her left shoulder popped, revealing the generous curve of her breast and a succulent red nipple.
    He shuddered at the erotic sight, remembered how he’d taken those nipples into his mouth while she’d lain deep asleep in her fever dreams. As he peered at her nipple, it mesmerized him into a breathless state.
    He blinked in shock as a weapon appeared in her hand. She thrust it at him and he tried to roll out of the way.
    He wasn’t fast enough.
    Intense pain sliced into his upper arm, throwing him totally off balance. One second he was straddling her, the next instant he lay on his back, writhing in the brilliant sparks of red-hot agony, helplessly fascinated by the curvy backside of his momentary captive. She was quickly swallowed by the surrounding lush green ferns.
    Damn! He’d lost her!
    Forcing himself to roll onto his good side, he winced at the waves of pain ripping through his upper arm. He managed to stand and curse. The rope lay near the sapling, the end that had bound her wrists…snapped.
    He slapped a hand to his waist. His knife was gone. While he’d been distracted by her breasts, she’d somehow broken free of her bonds and slipped the knife from his sheath.
    Next time he wouldn’t make the same mistake. Next time he wouldn’t be gentle either. He didn’t want her damaged, but he would make her hurt. In a good way. She would be his. Even if it killed him.
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    Kayla stared through the metal bars of the cage at the full silver moon hanging low over the nearby trees. Huh. If she didn’t know any better she could swear she was back on Earth. The moon looked the same. The air smelled the same.
    For a moment, she pretended she was lying out in her parents’ rural backyard with her brothers and sisters, watching for falling stars. The moon blurred and a swell of emotions washed over her as she thought of her family. Her brothers had always been fascinated by the stars, the moon and anything to do with space, so it hadn’t come as a surprise when all three had been accepted into NASA after completing their education.
    Now her brothers were stuck here on this godforsaken planet, waiting for help from her and her sisters, and she didn’t have a clue how to get out of this friggin’ cage, how to find her brothers or get help for her sisters.
    She’d left Piper lying unconscious with Kinley, who appeared dazed after suffering a head injury. But Kinley had assured Kayla she was fine and, despite Kayla’s instincts telling her Kinley wasn’t acting right in that she seemed forgetful, she’d left them.
    God, had she been nuts, just leaving them there so she could go off to get help? The snap of guilt disintegrated. Yeah, she’d done the right thing. Kinley had always been a resourceful woman. She would stick with Piper and find food in the wilderness. She would make sure Piper was okay.
    But Kayla had been naïve in thinking the group of women she’d met on the dusty road after she found her way out of that wretched swamp would help her. All they’d been interested in was tying her up and bringing her to that village. There she’d been bathed and clothed, if she could call these flimsy see-through garments clothing, and then she’d been sent to the auction block and sold to these two women who’d quickly shoved her into this cage.
    Oh crap .
    She was letting everybody down. Big-time. She needed to get