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  “No, I agree with you,” Ethan says as he spreads my legs with his knees. “You can take it all and you’re going to. I’m going to claim you with my nine inches, baby. Take that cherry and make you mine.”

  My lust is like a strong hand pressing down on me, clouding my thought, inhibiting my movement. All I can do is nod, wide-eyed, as he takes what is his. I spread and gasp as he gives his thick manhood to me. There’s a release of pressure inside and I know that means I’m no longer innocent. Six years ago I was a girl; now he’s back and he’s made me a woman.

  His fingers dance up my body before finding my breasts. “Jesus, Bailey, this pussy is so tight. Are you sure you’re legal? I’m not even going to be able to last in you. I’m going to come so fucking hard. That’s what this pussy is for, isn’t it? Making me come?”

  The way he speaks has me lit up inside. I’m suddenly conscious of the moisture growing between my thighs, dripping onto him as his thrusts begin to shake me. I whimper as I feel myself tighten down on him, increasing the sensation of the stretch. His eyes glow, and he tilts his head back and lets out a growl that causes me to swell with pride.

  Yes. That’s what it’s for…

  “Fuck, I’m already close.” He leans back in and brushes my lips with his, while at the same time grasping my breasts with both hands. “I want you to come with me, Bailey. Let me feel that sweet teen pussy come.”

  I never knew the power of words until now. An explosion occurs inside of me, and I’m instantly rocketed into another realm of bliss. My body shakes, my thighs go tight and clench down, and I reach out and grasp Ethan’s strong arms as I hold on for dear life.

  He buries his manhood inside me, and I feel the sweet, hot, shot of his release. Rope after rope sprays inside me, amplifying my bliss. I feel it spill out of me as I overflow and run down my thighs and buttocks and onto the bed. His hips buck forward, and I gasp as he touches the deepest spot inside of me. Then he slumps over on top of me, breathing hard, one arm holding me tight to his chest.

  “I’m sorry if I was too rough, baby. I just—I couldn’t help myself.”

  “No, don’t apologize,” I whisper, caressing his back. “It was amazing. Utterly amazing.”

  “I’ll last longer next time,” he chuckles. “Or maybe not. Maybe I’ll never get used to how tight that pussy is.”

  I don’t even know how to reply. But I love hearing him talk. “Is it really?”

  He growls deep in response and nods against my neck. “Baby, if your pussy was a drug, I’d already be addicted.”

  5

  Ethan

  She was made for me.

  I must be the luckiest son of a bitch in the world. Watching her as she walks into the bathroom, strips out of the T-shirt I gave her and joins me in the shower is like watching a goddess come down from Earth. Her rosy lips just begging for my kiss. Her plump, ripe breasts where my hands belong, and her hips – hips made for one thing.

  I won’t be able to let her go.

  But neither will my family – not if they get wind of her. It’s a miracle I even got her out of the house like I did. But if they saw her…

  No. I can’t think about that now.

  I reach out and pull her into my arms. The warm water rains down upon us as I trace every inch of her body with my fingers. A woman’s body. The Greeks would have carved statues of her.

  For years I’ve hidden my heart from the world. Living in the shadow of my cruel family has been a hell unto itself – a hell I knew I could never bring another person into. And I still can’t. But I also can’t let Bailey go. She’s lit a light inside of me that I simply can’t extinguish, even if I wanted to. I’ll just have to move faster to keep her safe.

  If anything ever happened to her…

  I’d go mad. Insane. I’d tear the world to pieces just to try and put her back together.

  “This is cute,” I remark, gently playing with the small patch of fur between her legs. “But I think it’s time to get rid of it.”

  “Anything you want.” Her eyes, so sweet and innocent, sparkle up at me as I grab the shaving cream and lather her up. I get down in front of her, a place I’d love to be daily, and gently slide a hand between her legs.

  “Spread them for me, baby.”

  She does, and I take my razor and carefully begin to shave her. She doesn’t even flinch; she trusts me. I move with precision and don’t stop until she’s bare. And Christ, what a fucking view.

  “God, that’s a pretty pussy.”

  I look up to see her face blooming with pride and embarrassment. She twists her head to her shoulder and bites her lower lip. “Yeah?”

  My reply is to bury my face in it. She gasps and braces herself against the walls of the shower as I lap hungrily at her naked sex. My cock is rock hard between my legs, and I reach down and grasp it as I find her eager little button and apply pressure.

  In no time, she’s shaking and whimpering my name over and over again. Shit, I’m already going to come, and I didn’t even get a chance to put it in. Her hips rock, and I grasp her firm ass with one hand and jerk my cock with the other. Her body shakes, and I spray my load all over her cute little feet.

  Fucking incredible.

  She lets out a long moan as I stand. Her eyes move lazily down to my cock and widen. “Did you…?”

  “You’re damn right I did, baby. Just making you come got me there. Don’t worry. I’ll fuck that tight little pussy later tonight.”

  Her reply surprises me. She leans against me and carefully traces the lines of my abs. “Oh, I know you will. But wow, did you make a mess all over my feet.”

  All I can do is chuckle as I watch her wash my load off. She’s right; I came a lot, even after emptying my balls in her last night. I take the loofa and wash the rest of her, even her hair, which I run my fingers through before kissing her. My shower has a built-in bench on one wall, and I pull her down beside me and we sit there in the warmth together for what feels like forever. Then we dry off and head downstairs.

  “Normally, I’d have a guy here to cook for us,” I explain, grabbing a pan. “But seeing as how that’s far too dangerous for now, I guess I’m in charge.”

  “You are not!” Bailey practically jumps off her stool, comes over to me, and snatches the pan from my hand. “I’m going to cook for you.”

  “Is that right?”

  She nods, causing her hair to fall in front of her face. “That’s right. Now, how do you like your eggs?”

  From my stool, I watch as she makes us breakfast. Scrambled eggs, toast, bacon, and avocado on the side. She’s wearing a pair of my shorts, rolled tight around her waist, and one of my T-shirts, doesn’t have an ounce of makeup on, and still looks like a million bucks. I’d put her on the runway in Milan and watch her put all those girls to shame.

  Normally, I’m glued to my phone during breakfast, dealing with family issues related to one of our legitimate businesses, but as I stare at my new woman, I can’t even remember where my phone is or what I had to do today. In fact, I don’t even care.

  She’s perfect.

  “Ethan,” she says slowly. “I have a question for you.”

  “Shoot.”

  “When we were at the party,” she asks, walking her fingers up my thigh, “how did you know it was me? I mean – we both had masks on.”

  “Oh, Bailey,” I chuckle. “How could I not? I knew because of this.”

  I caress the scar on her face. It’s faded slightly, but it’s still there. When I saw it at the party, my heart almost fell out of my chest. I never want to experience that kind of dread again. Just thinking about the fact that she somehow ended up at that party last night threatens to throw me into a rage.

  Because she cleaned, I do the dishes. It’s amazing how comfortably domestic everything feels with her – and so quickly. How things should be. My family’s dark and hidden lives always disgusted me, but now that I know what it’s like to have a real connection with someone who sets your heart on fi
re, it repulses me even more.

  I tried for years to get out, but every time I got close, they found a way to pull me back in. But now with Bailey by my side, I’m going to have to try harder. The whole goddamn thing has to come down for her to be safe.

  We spend the day together as I show her around the grounds. This is my third property, and I haven’t been here in years; my parents won’t suspect I’m here and that will give me a little time to figure out what to do with Bailey. I’ll have to find somewhere to keep her safe. Moving her around every few days isn’t an option. I couldn’t do that to her.

  We make love again after lunch and go for a short hike up to the top of the crag overlooking the back acreage. The evening sun dances off her face, and I realize that in the last day I’ve somehow morphed into something of a romantic. Never thought that would have been possible, but it feels so natural with her.

  “Are you cold?” I ask.

  “No, I’m fine.”

  “Why don’t we spend the night up here?”

  Bailey smiles. “That sounds awfully nice, but won’t we get cold?”

  “I’ll go back down to the house and get us a sleeping bag,” I reply. “We can share it.”

  I pull her close and kiss her. It feels natural, like we’ve been together for ages. She’s precious to me now. A treasure. I must do everything in my power to protect her from my family. And honestly, that’s why I’m suggesting this now; not because I want to do something romantic, but because I’m still trying to be careful. On the off chance that someone does come checking around the house, I can’t have her there.

  “Okay,” she says softly. “That sounds really nice.”

  “Be right back.”

  I leave her with a kiss on the cheek. It feels uncomfortable lying to her about my motivations, but the alternative is much worse. Telling her would only make her worry. And it’s not like worrying will solve anything.

  No. For now I have to lie to her to keep her safe. Because that’s all that matters now.

  6

  Bailey

  When I wake up, my head is killing me, and I can’t see a thing.

  No. That’s not true. I can see, but there’s something obscuring my vision – something soft and white pressing against my eyes.

  “She’ll fetch a good price overseas. I know just the guy for her. Russian billionaire. I’ve dealt with him before.”

  It’s a man’s voice, but not Ethan’s. The realization sends a dose of adrenaline through my body.

  I realize I’m sitting on a chair. Where am I? Where was I before this?

  “You see her plump little tits? I wouldn’t mind having a go with her myself,” another man’s voice replies, each syllable chattering up my spine like a spider’s pincers.

  “Then she wouldn’t be certified pure.”

  “She ain’t,” the man scoffs. “Ethan had a run at her. Believe that.”

  “And he’ll be sorry for that,” the other laughs. “If he isn’t already with that lump on his head. He’ll think twice about defying us again.”

  Panic sets in as my memories return.

  Fragments really. Scattered like broken glass.

  I was with Ethan last night. He went down to the house to get a sleeping bag, and we fell asleep beneath the stars together.

  But I’m not there right now…

  …how did I get here?

  I try to get up, but I can’t. Something metallic is around my wrists.

  Handcuffs?

  I try to scream, but there’s something stuffed in my mouth.

  “Oh, look. She’s awake.”

  I hear the sound of boots on the hollow floor beneath me, and suddenly whatever was over my head is torn away and I find myself blinking up at two masked men in suits staring down at me with cruel, cruel eyes.

  “Oh, yes. I’d love to have a go with her.”

  The light from above burns my eyes. I look down and realize that I’m completely naked. Again, I try to scream, but I’m firmly gagged. I thrash against my bindings, but it’s useless. The men laugh like spectators at a zoo watching an animal.

  “Don’t hurt yourself,” one of them tells me. “Damaged merchandise will bring our prices down.”

  Merchandise.

  The full realization sets in. These men are from Ethan’s family. They somehow kidnapped me last night, and now I’m moments away from being sold into sexual slavery.

  More adrenaline pours into my body, and I twist and kick as hard as I can as the men laugh. But it’s futile. I’m not going anywhere.

  Exhausted, I slump forward and begin to cry. But then, out of the corner of my vision, I see something. Someone moving beside me. Slowly, I look over, and when I see who it is, I’m gripped with despair.

  Gina.

  She’s passed out, gagged and bound, but her head’s uncovered, and I can see a large bruise on her right cheek.

  No. This can’t be happening. Ethan took me away. He said he’d protect me. If this is happening to me, something even more awful must have happened to him.

  I don’t know what hurts more – the fear of knowing what’s going to happen to me or the pain of knowing what must have happened to Ethan.

  “Take it away!”

  One of the man bangs on the wall and I hear the sound of an engine springing to life. I’m in a truck. That’s why the floor felt hollow when they were walking over to me. I hear a hiss, and the truck lurches forward. There’s a hard bump, and if I weren’t chained to it, I would have come out of my seat.

  Again, I try to scream. I know it’s pointless, but I can’t help it. I glance over at Gina, hoping that she’ll wake up and somehow be able to do something. She’s always been the stronger one out of the two of us. But her head is slumped over, swaying from side to side with the movement of the truck.

  One of the men leans down and gets right in my face. I can smell the acrid scent of cigar smoke on his breath as he grins. “Just so you know, you and your friend aren’t a package deal. You won’t be going together. You’re going to be all alone.”

  He’s actually enjoying this. What a monster.

  The truck brakes hard, causing me to slam back in my chair and my bindings to tear into my wrist. I cry out, but it’s no use. There’s the sound of more male voices outside, and I try to prepare myself for what’s coming next. But how do I even do that?

  Then, a gunshot.

  Instantly, the two men inside pull pistols from their jackets.

  “The fuck was that!?” one asks. He moves to the end of the truck near the cab and knocks on the wall. “Red, you all right out there!? Red?”

  No response.

  “Shit!” one of the men growls.

  “Shut up and make sure the back is locked!”

  The other man rushes toward the door of the truck, but before he can reach it, it slides open and I see Ethan standing there, a gun in his hand.

  My heart almost explodes.

  “Close your eyes, Bailey!”

  His voice rings out and I obey immediately. My eyes snap shut just as the gunshots ring out all around me. I scream into my gag as the smell of gunpowder fills my nose. My body betrays me, beginning to shake and quiver like I’m suffering from hypothermia.

  The gunfire stops and I don’t know if it’s silent or if I’m simply temporarily deaf, but I just can’t open my eyes.

  Ethan…

  What if they got him?

  What if he’s gone?

  The truck shakes. Someone’s moving. Even though I can’t hear them, I can feel the footsteps coming over to me. They stop in front of me, and I suffer through the longest pause of my life. It’s like the entire world is balanced on a razor’s edge, and whatever happens next will decide my fate forever.

  If Gina wasn’t tied up next to me I’d be furious at her.

  But then again, if not for her, I never would have reunited with Ethan. But what good is being reunited if we’re simply going to be torn apart again?

  I feel hands on my shoulde
rs. Someone says something, but I can’t hear. My ears are ringing, and I’m in a daze.

  Do I open my eyes?

  I can’t. If I see Ethan lying there in the dirt…

  But then I feel the delicate touch, and as the scent of gunpowder fades, I smell it.

  The scent of pine. The scent of him.

  Ethan…

  Heart blooming, I open my eyes.

  Epilogue

  Ethan

  Four years later…

  “Amazing, isn’t it? Hard to believe that this was where so many terrible things took place.”

  I pull my wife to my side as we stare together at our new home. It’s not small by any means, but compared to the estate that was once in its place, it’s modest.

  “Replace the bad with the good.” Bailey smiles.

  “Aint’ that the truth.”

  Our new home stands on the site of my family’s old estate. I had it torn down and crushed into rubble, just like their old empire.

  They’d managed to keep me in line for years as I watched them operate with impunity. I’d been working in the shadows to bring them to justice, but when they tried to take Bailey from me, I accelerated my plans.

  We immediately went into hiding while I collected my evidence. I went to the internet first and spread everything I had everywhere. There’s no better cure for darkness than daylight. Then I went to law enforcement.

  It was the scandal of the decade. Politicians went down. Athletes, celebrities, ranks of the elite were indicted and thrown in prison. I had it all: photos, e-mails, texts, call logs, and most important, video.

  Every room in the old estate was wired with hidden surveillance that my family used for blackmail to not only increase their wealth but also their political power. Little did they know I’d been accessing the system and making my own copies.