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Death Valley Boys. It was a place where males ruled and females became captives and subservient. Taylor had been one of the original Death Valley Boys, until he’d decided the Boys went too far with the female captives.
    He and his friend Jarod had escaped. They’d lived on their own in a tree house, hiding from the Death Valley Boys and being hunted by females who were trying to recapture or kill escaped, talking slaves. But now, with the appearance of the Hero clan and Taylor’s promise to Piper that he would find her sisters, and with this luscious female pounding heated blood through his system, Taylor knew he would never be the same.
    As his focus renewed on the female, erotic heat flashed through him. His cock became so unbelievably thick and heavy he had to force himself not to grit his teeth at the sexual torture just looking upon her evoked. Oh the sweet, sensual things he could do to this luscious woman. He couldn’t wait to mount her, to fuck her, to have her.
    A cool wind breathed against his heated flesh and he gazed to the western horizon. The sun was setting in a misty veil of pinks and pale blue. Good. They would be making camp soon.
    As they’d traveled along the dusty road, he’d been studying the terrain. It was rugged and rocky and an escape over this land would be difficult enough for him, weary from walking all day with no rest stops or water. But for her, the woman in the cage who appeared so delicate, it would be very difficult. Near to impossible in her bare feet.
    For a moment, he toyed with the idea of leaving her behind. Of going in search of help and then returning to Death Valley to break her out. He dropped the idea immediately. If he left her, the Death Valley Boys would have her in every way the instant she arrived. She would be ruined, emotionally and possibly physically. He didn’t want her damaged. He just wanted her.
    Escaping with him, she would hurt. Her feet, her body and her pussy when he finally took her. But he would make sure she hurt nice. She would be his.
    Tonight.
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    Blackie was gaining on her! Oh God, he was going to be on her in minutes.
    Anxiety screamed through Kinley as the black-haired, scarred man crashed through the jungle behind her. His heavy breaths ripped through her senses and she swore the heat of his gasps whispered over the back of her neck.
    He was that close.
    Up until a few minutes ago, he’d kept a discreet distance. Over the past couple of days, she’d eluded his capture and actually enjoyed setting false trails that led him to a river’s edge or to a dead end up a tree. But he’d always managed to pick up her trail again. She hadn’t expected anything different this time. After all, she’d killed that other man after he’d tried to rape her and Blackie had stood by and watched as she’d been attacked.
    At remembering the reason he kept trailing her, icy tendrils of fear raced up her spine, urging her to run faster. If he caught her, she wouldn’t have a chance at killing him. He was too strong. Too muscular and oh so powerful.
    She didn’t want to think about how the knife had sliced into that other man so easily. Didn’t want to remember all the blood. She hadn’t meant to kill him. Truly she hadn’t. She’d been afraid and, well, she’d panicked and reacted in self-defense.
    Oh God!
    She was so confused. She’d killed someone, so why didn’t it bother her more than it did? The only thing she knew for sure was she needed to stay away from her hunter. He was almost on top of her and she was tiring. Her legs were cramping due to exhaustion, but she grit her teeth against the pain and kept running.
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    He craved the female Kinley so badly, but he’d held off taking her the night she had allowed him to make her come over and over again. He’d wanted to wait until she was stronger. He’d been so turned-on by the scar on her belly. Aroused by her erotic moans and sexy whimpers. Too turned-on.
    He needed to