Speechless

She wanted to object. She wanted to kick him right in the nuts. She wanted to do anything but lay there and take his ministrations of her sacred nether parts. But she couldn't answer. She didn't have an answer to give.

It was at that point Vincent took his finger, and thrust it up inside her. "Cat got your tongue, McKenna?" he taunted her. He felt around inside her, and he took notice to her growing wetness. "It seems your pussy is more honest than you are. You're getting very wet from all of this McKenna. I guess that means I'm gonna have to fuck you. Or I could leave you hanging, and let the Cartel gang bang you once they get here. They could be loads of fun." He opened the night stand drawer, and pulled out a knife. He flipped it open, and came towards her. "Now to finish stripping you. I've been trying to imagine what those lovely tits of yours look like underneath all that cloth."

Nancy winced as the blade slid up under her shirt, and began to smoothly cut its way up between her breasts, all the way to her neck. He pried the cut material back, and got a good look at her pink lace bra. He could see the outline of her puffy dark aureola underneath, and watched as her thick nipples rose to stiffness. Then he cut through the center of the bra, and watched with a chuckle as her breasts sprung free from their captivity. "Mmmm! Just as I imagined they would be. McKenna, you have a very fine pair of tits. Men would want to lick them and suck them, while women would want to motorboat you. They're that good. The Cartel will know they're getting a good one in you for sure."

"Vincent, you don't have to do this. Just fuck me, if you want to. But leave me behind. By the time anyone finds me, you'll be long gone. I won't even tell them where you went." All she could do was hope he might take the deal she was offering.

"Oh, I'd really like to fuck you, McKenna. Believe me, I do in the worst way. I've wanted you since the first moment I laid eyes on you. After all, who wouldn't? A man would have to be blind not to want you. Why do you think I let you live? I don't like wasting beautiful women. Especially those I seem to develop feelings for."

Vincent had feelings for her? Now this was something new. Maybe she could exploit those feelings? She could do nothing but lay there, and try to figure out a way to do it.

"Maybe the real reason why I want to bring you along is because I'm in love with you." There. Just like a foolish schoolboy fumbling for words to say to his first crush, he went out on a limb, and professed his feelings to her. "I know you're married, and I know I shouldn't fall for you like this, but damn it McKenna, I can't help myself. And the more I look at you, the more I want you by my side. But to get you there with me, I have to pretend to get the Cartel's attention by trying to sell you to them. I'm sure I can buy you back once we get to Mexico."

Was this his plan all along? It was all too crazy. "Did you plan this?"

Vincent let out a laugh. "Yes, I did. I was the one who put the word out on the street where Michael could be found, and where I could be found. I had a fifty fifty chance of getting you to be the one who came after me. It was a chance I was willing to take. I just had a good feeling about it. I mean Syd hates Wesson a lot more than she hates me. Of course she'd want to bag Wesson."

"So you gave up your partner in crime to get to me?" She decided to try it a different way. "That's kind of romantic now that I think about it." Indeed, it was kind of romantic, in a warped and twisted way. Now the next question Nancy had to answer for herself was, how long was she going to be willing to play this out? And what should she be willing to do?