Out of Plans (The Mercenaries #2) Read Online Free Page A

hips.
    “Hindsight is twenty-twenty,” he replied, then locked his lips over her nipple and sucked hard.
    That did it. She shrieked, her whole body shimmying. Then she was moving, pushing him away. She rushed around the chair and soon enough, he felt her cutting his restraints away. She came back to his front and cut his legs free, then grabbed his belt, yanking him to his feet.
    He grabbed her around the waist and pulled her close, his free hand pulling roughly at her hair while he plunged his tongue into her mouth. She fought with his buckle while they stumbled across the room. They fell into a large dresser, the items on top of it clattering and clanking together.
    “I want you to tie me up. Use the whip – don't be gentle,” she demanded. He chuckled and bit down on her lip.
    “Oh, don't worry baby. I won't.”
    The hand in her hair yanked back. Beyond sexy hair pulling; hard enough to make her shriek and forcing her to look straight up at the ceiling. His other hand grabbed one of the many knives that sat on top of the dresser and then he spun her around, letting go of her hair and circling his arms around her torso, pinning her arms down. He held the knife to her throat, pressing hard enough that if she so much as shook her head, blood would spill.
    He'd figured she wouldn't go down without a fight, so he wasn't shocked when she immediately began shouting obscenities at him in Russian. The door to the hotel room burst open and a guard hurried inside, his gun leveled on them.
    “Shoot him!” she was shrieking. Marc ducked behind her as much as possible.
    “You shoot me and I'll slice her fucking throat open!”
    “ Kill him! ”
    The bodyguard open fired. Roksana was a tiny woman, barely over five feet tall, it was impossible for Marc to really hide behind her. As a bullet flew dangerously close to his head, he whipped back his arm and threw the knife. The blade embedded itself in the guard's neck, causing the man to drop his gun. He stood on his feet for another second, gurgling, before dropping to the floor, as well.
    Well, shit . No weapon.
    Roksana wasn't fazed at all. She struggled in his grip, completely unafraid of him. From outside the room, Marc could hear footsteps thundering up the stairs. Not good. He had to get out of there, and fast.
    Roksana was still screaming orders, so he tightened his grip on her hair and slammed her forehead down on the dresser. She slumped to the ground and he stared at her for a second. Killing a defenseless, unconscious woman wasn't usually something he would enjoy doing – but she was one enemy that he didn't want haunting him.
    The dilemma was solved for him. As he took a step towards the fallen gun, three more bodyguards ran into the room. He cursed and ducked, quickly retreating as all hell broke loose. Shots were fired, but he didn't waste time worrying about that; he turned around and hurled himself through the balcony doors.
    They were several stories up, not exactly something he could just jump, but there were identical balconies marching down the front of the building. Marc kept moving, swinging his legs over the railing and glancing down once before simply dropping. He caught the bars of the balcony beneath him, wincing as pain flared across his injured chest. He thought about trying to lift himself over the rail, so he could break into the room he was dangling outside of, but at that same moment a guard leaned out above him and began shooting.
    Why can't anything ever be easy!?
    His next drop, he swung his body towards the building and managed to land on the balcony proper. He kicked open the French doors, earning a shriek from a woman laying on a bed. He ignored her shouts and strode through the room. The hallway outside the door was empty, but he could hear movement on the floors above him. It was an old building with an exposed staircase; he could look up and see all the floors above him. See two men jogging towards the stairs.
    He ran down, taking the steps