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  Rescuing His Virgin

  The Mercenairies

  ChaShiree M.

  M.K. Moore

  Breeding Nation Publishing

  Rescuing His Virgin

  By ChaShiree M. & MK Moore

  © ChaShiree M. & MK Moore 2019 Breeding Nation Publishing.

  All Rights Reserved

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  This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, locales, or organizations is entirely coincidental.

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  This book is intended for adults only. Contains sexual content and language that may offend some. The suggested reading audience is 18 years or older. I consider this book as Erotic Adult Romance.

  ISBN: 9781097732258

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  Contents

  Prologue

  1. Colonel

  2. Kimbella

  3. Colonel

  4. Kimbella

  5. Colonel

  6. Kimbella

  7. Colonel

  8. Kimbella

  9. Colonel

  10. Kimbella

  11. Colonel

  Epilogue

  Acknowledgments

  About the Author

  Other Books by ChaShiree M.

  Acknowledgments

  Other books by MK Moore

  About the Author

  Dedicated to the troops and their spouses.

  Colonel

  My life was a series of sacrifices and missions. The life I chose. My contribution to the world. I was content in my choice, until I rescued my future.

  Now, I am faced with the choices in a way I never thought possible, because every choice I make will be for her. My Kimbella.

  With just one look, she became the very air I breath.

  Once I take her and make her mine in every way possible, I have to take out the ones who want to take her from ME.

  Her enemies will know. Don’t FUCK with the Colonel’s woman.

  I will come for you.

  Kimbella

  I was spoiled and narcissistic, but that was before.

  Before I was taken from the cushy life I had grown accustomed to.

  Then he stormed into my life and rescued me.

  He rescued me in more ways than one.

  Instantly, he was my everything and I'll do anything to make it work.

  Anything.

  I knew I had to become a better version of myself.

  Worthier, stronger, more agile.

  Because of him, all things are possible.

  Prologue

  Colonel

  “Colonel. Incoming.” Shit. I thought I was going to have a free week. I just got back from a mission that left me and my men in the desert for thirty fucking days, stalking the shadows of an Arabian prince who also happens to be a woman stealing, wife beating, sex trafficking monster. We got the tip when a Saudi diplomat reported suspicious activity at a warehouse in his district. When he tried to investigate himself thinking something like drugs, he barely escaped with his life. He is missing a few limbs, but at least he is alive. Then he called into the U.S. Embassy. And they called yours truly.

  My name is Colonel Colin Cranks and I am a mercenary. I served my country through the Iraq War and did two tours in Afghanistan. After deciding I was done with that, me and a couple of the soldiers I led, were tapped by the U.S. Government to go Black Ops. We were the Elite. The ones the country turned to when all else fails. But of course, you would never know it. We became sheep-dipped overnight and scrubbed from the system. Everything we do is below deck and need to know. Lately, our missions seemed to involve sex trafficking across borders and countries. Nothing pisses me off more than the mistreatment of the defenseless and those we as men are created to protect.

  “Well, Axel. Don’t leave my ass bouncing the wind. Who is it from?”

  “President Louden.” Fuck. It must be serious if the president is reaching out himself.

  “Well, did you open it? The fuck Axel. You hooked on phonics today?”

  “Naw. Just exhausted from banging yo mama all night.” He throws at me laughing like a damn hyena. I hear a snicker to my left and look at his twin brother Diesel with my eye cocked. These boys get on my damn nerves. But never served with better men.

  “Why don’t you get your ass over here and let me show you why your mama left your daddy,” I call out jerking my cock. Take that smartass. We spend our days ribbing each other and waiting for a call. Most times, we can go months without a tap. Those are nice. Lately, it's been more often and that makes me twitchy.

  “Asshole,” he grumbles. His parent's divorce is a bit of a sore spot for him and Diesel. “I didn’t open it because it has the Colonel’s seal on it.” Well hell. Most of the time when we get a mission, it’s all hands-on deck. But every once in a while, they send me something that they feel requires special attention and only a select few I choose to bring in on the mission get privy to the info. When I get something like that, I know it is political as well as fucked up.

  He tosses me the file and walks away. I take a second before opening it. I know whatever is in it, is going to send me back somewhere in bum fuck Egypt for god knows how long. Sometimes literally.

  “Well, Colonel. Where are we going?”

  Breaking the seal, the first thing I see is the name of U.S. Senator Gavin Michaels. I knew it had to have a political angle. I skim the rest of the dossier. His daughter Kimbella and her friend Saffron were on a girl’s trip to Mexico. After a few days of not having contact with them, he received a phone call from the biggest Mexican dealer of all time, Benito Monterro, letting him know they have his daughter. Ah. So, it's a ransom.

  I know some would wonder why call me in if he simply just has to pay something to get them back. It's because he knows, these things never work out that way. You give them what they ask for and you still don’t get your loved one back. These people have no honor. They lie, cheat and steal. It's best to have us go in and retrieve. Sometimes… we neutralize.

  Passing the dossier off to Axel, I move on to the pics inside. Most of them are of his wife, house, employees that could have betrayed him, etc. I will have Hagen Jorgensen run the names and backgrounds.

  I am partially through the photos when my world stops. The room and everyone in it freezes. Time stands still and my lungs forget to inhale. In my hands, I am holding a picture of the most beautiful creature I have ever seen. In the picture she is obviously looking at someone, smiling at them. Gracing them with her light and the brilliance emanating from her. I feel uncharacteristically jealous of whoever is on the receiving end her smile. Feeling brutally vengeful at the thought of any man who gets to be the man she looks at like this. I am so engrossed in the overwhelming feeling of possessiveness toward this young girl I have never met, that I don’t see Diesel until he is right beside
me.

  “Whoa! Who is the...”?

  “Don’t finish that fucking sentence, D. SHE is nothing to you. Other than one of the girls we are being sent to save. Read the rest of the dossier. Get the intel we need. We ride at first light.”

  “Fine. Crap Colonel. If I didn’t know any better, I would think she was your girl or something,” he mumbles as he walks over to the table. I can’t resist the opportunity to put my claim on her.

  “She is my girl, you asshole. She just doesn’t know it yet.”

  I am not waiting a minute longer to get to the light of my life.

  She doesn’t know it yet. But her future is on the way.

  Colonel

  I feel like shit. An hour ago, my friend, Om, was blown up in the car we rented for this mission. The soldier in me who believes you never leave a brother behind wants to be at the hospital with him, while they work on him and try to save his life. But the Black Ops Specialist in me knows the mission must go on. Kimbella is counting on me.

  “Without Om, we are a man short on the trigger. We can’t afford to pull Diesel off the scope, boss.”

  “It’s true. Let’s go over what we know. There are six on the flank outside, three inside and the captives are being held in the basement. What do the blueprints show us?”

  “If we breach the gate, we’re exposed. We could climb the outer fence in the back and scale the wall. We have to take out the guard upstairs, but we should be safe to rush the basement and get in and out. We miss the opportunity to neutralize this asshole, but hey, there’s always tomorrow.”

  Well, shit. I really wanted to look this bastard in the face and let him see the man who serves him his last breath. Right now, though, getting my girl out is going to take priority.

  We get into position with Diesel providing cover from atop the hill. We rush the back, climbing the fence and wall as planned.

  “Shit. I count three guards instead of one. Fuck. Did you bring the stunner?”

  “You know it. On three.” On the count he tosses the gas bomb that drops and stuns the victims, paralyzing them for less than ten minutes.

  We wait for the men to drop and like the stealthy ninjas we are we make it to the basement with no incident.

  “Doors locked. You got the pinch?” Axel pulls out the code breaker and inserts it into the lock. In less than thirty seconds we are in.

  “Fuck. Colonel. What the fuck?” We are looking at a room full of women and girls. The rage I was feeling going into this mission is nothing compared to the murderous haze I am feeling now. My hand twitches as my trigger finger prepares to storm the house and kill every mother fucker in it. Axel’s observation stops me.

  “We can’t possibly rescue all of them. We don't have the hands to help. Plus, all but three of them are unconscious.” He’s right. My girl, her friend and one other girl are awake and looking at us like we are the monsters in their very real reality. I can’t stand for Kimbella to fear me a moment longer. I walk over to her and remove the gag and begin untying her.

  “Hello, little Swan. Your father sent me to get you two. Can you stand?” I ask as I pick her up. I am sure her legs work, but I need to have her in my arms right now.

  “Y-yes. I can walk.”

  “Good. That will come in handy eventually. Right now, you’re where I want you.” even to my own voice, my breath sounds labored and gruff. It’s totally fucked, but my cock is straining in my camos, knowing that its prey is within reach. Aside from the fear, I can smell her sweet pussy through all the sweat and dirt and even knowing she is covered in God knows what is not a deterrent. I am salivating to get a taste, a lick, a sniff. Shit. I feel like a dirty old man right now.

  “Axe, call Diesel. Tell him to meet you at the bottom and take the other one. We split and meet at the designated location in four. Have him call in the rest of the guys to get the other girls. Tell them we have about 12 hours tops before they move them once discovering these three missing. Pull the Jorgensen’s that can help and any of the guys wondering the compound. Godspeed brother.”

  We go out the way we came, knowing we are against the clock. I can hear the groaning of the men as they begin to come to. Picking up speed, I reluctantly put her down, arms protesting the emptiness of losing her weight. She drops down the balcony and over the wall.

  Once we have made it beyond the walls of the palacio, I put her right back where she belongs.

  “I said I can walk mister.”

  “You, Swan, may call me Colin, lover, or when I’m balls deep inside of you...Sir will do just fine.”

  Kimbella

  He’s still carrying me over her shoulders like a sack of potatoes, but the way his shoulder is rubbing against my pussy is making me absolutely crazy. When we’ve been on the move for twenty minutes I bang on his back.

  “Sir?” He ignores me. I dig my fingernails into the flesh of his neck.

  “What the fuck?” he asks but it does the trick. He lowers me to my feet, every inch of my body is touching him, and I really, really, really like it.

  “I have to pee. All the bouncing around and such,” I say mortified, but I couldn’t tell him the real reason was that I am so fucking wet that I am about eight seconds from coming.

  “Fine, go. I’ll wait here,” he says. I go behind the giant tree we stopped in front of and take care of my business. When I come back out, the sun is just starting to rise, and I get a better look at him. Holy shit. He’s even hotter than I originally thought. He is without a doubt the hottest man I have ever seen. He’s tall, broad, and he has that hot as hell military hair. It looks like his muscles have muscles and I want him. I want him more than I ever thought possible.

  Huddled in the corner of that shithole we were kept in, my best friend Saffron Mercury and I spoke about how we were going to be rescued. We had only been here a few days when he burst into the room. Nothing had happened to us, yet, but we could hear the screams of other women and babies crying but other than to give us bottled water they left us alone. We knew it was only a matter of time before they came for us, to do whatever it was we were there for. I had my suspicions, but I could only hope it’s for a ransom. My father is Gavin Michaels a democratic senator from New York, which is why I was hoping that was the case.

  Saffron and I were traveling abroad when we were taken. We had gone to a club while we vacationing in Aruba. I have no idea how we got to the shithole, but when we woke up groggy, I knew we had been drugged.

  “Oh hey, Colin?” I ask still behind the tree.

  “Yeah, swan?”

  “Just out of curiosity, where the hell are we?”

  “About three clicks south of Juarez, Mexico.” Mexico? How the fuck did we end up here?

  “And clicks are?” I go to pull my panties back up but decide to lose them. They are so uncomfortable on a good night, let alone wearing them for several days in a row.

  “Kilometers,” he says. I nod like an idiot even though he can’t see me like I really know what that converts too. Math wasn’t my strong suit in high school. “Almost two miles.” I chuckle. I kinda hate that he just knew I needed that.

  “Right. I totally knew that.” I say as I come back out from behind the tree. Saffron and I conserved the water and used some of it to stay clean. Thank God. My tiny black dress is torn in some places but otherwise, I am still looking okay. I have no idea about my hair or my face, but I am not sure I want to see them, to be honest. I’m starving and I will swear to all things holy that I will never go on another diet again.

  He is leaning against the tree opposite my makeshift bathroom. In a split-second decision, I feign a trip. I end up sprawled out on the ground in front of him. My dress has ridden up, and my pussy is on full display for him. I hear him groan.

  “Damn swan. I thought you said you could walk?” He asks as he hauls me up off of the ground. My hands end up on his pecs and damn they are big. I stand on my tiptoes and touch my lips to his. I see stars behind my eyes and goosebumps erupt on my every inch
of my skin.

  I have no idea what I am doing, but when he growls and lifts me into his arms, I know this is meant to happen. My legs wrap around his waist. He turns and suddenly my back is up against a tree. There are bugs and what may be poison something crawling up this tree, but I don’t care. His lips are on my neck and I love it.

  “Colin,” I moan.

  “You want this cock, Kimbella?” Aww, that’s kinda cute.

  “Yes. Yes. Yes.”

  “Once we do this, you are mine.” Is he a real person? I just nod. “Words. Give me words.”

  “I’m yours.” He one-handedly opens his camo pants. I look down between us and his massive cock comes into view. Holy shit. Is that going to fit in me? I don’t have too much time to wonder, because his thick cock enters my slick hole and he tears through my virginity. “Oh God,” I shout.

  “Are you fucking kidding me?” he growls and moves to pull away from me. Grabbing his face, I kiss him.

  “Don’t stop,” I demand.

  “I feel like a dick. Taking advantage of you. I mean, fuck, I just rescued you from hell.”

  “I want this, sir,” I say remembering his rules from when he introduced himself to me. I’ll be sure to remind him of this when he’s not balls deep inside of me.

  “Fuck,” he groans as he pulls out of me and slams back into me.

  The intensity in which he fucks me is almost too much. All I can do is hold on for dear life as he makes me come like a freight train. A few minutes later, I feel his cock swell as he comes inside me.

  Suddenly, I have visions of a dark-haired little boy in my arms. Should I tell him that I’m not on the pill? Nah. Better not. I want more of what we just did.