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All he knew at this point was that Bowman had run and taken his little girl with him. They were out there somewhere in the big wide world, and knowing what a slippery and dangerous asshole Bowman could be, coupled with the multiple assets he had at his disposal beyond the forest, they could be fucking anywhere by now.

Bennett staggered to the door, barely making it past the threshold before the contents of his stomach spilled over the decking.

“Useless fucker!” Craig muttered as he ushered Bennett away. Crawling forward, he collapsed to the grass below with Kenner’s men. “If Bowman’s abandoned this place, then let’s make sure he has nothing left to come back to.”

Bennett looked on as Craig produced a box of matches from his pocket. A fraction of a second later, he struck one match, the tiny flame flickering in the forest breeze before he threw it into the open doorway. Silence engulfed the small clearing as the flame took hold, the fire spreading rapidly around the wooden interior.

“Good one!” one of the morons behind Bennett cried. “Burn this shithole down.”

“Don’t worry.” Craig’s grin was crooked as he sauntered toward the assembled men. “There’ll be nothing left of Bowman’s cabin but ash.”

Part Three

The Path to Disclosure

Chapter Eighteen

Consolation

Tucker

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Tucker smoothed her hair back from her face as he searched her expression.

“Yes, sir.” A small smile lit her face as she snuggled closer. “I’m fine.”

She certainly was. Tucker still expected to wake up in his cabin at any moment. Happening upon a consensual captive as magnificent as Ella was like a dream he never wanted to wake from.

“How did you find being my footrest?”

Sitting on the rug beside her, he leaned back against the couch as he awaited her response. He’d had the pleasure of discovering the extent of her arousal for himself, but now that she was back in the robe and calmer, he sought to know more about her experience of objectification.

“It was…” She pulled in a breath, as though unsure. “Different, sir.”

“Different?” Snaking one arm across her shoulder, he tugged her closer. “I was hoping for a little more, little girl.”

“Awful yet riveting, at the same time.” She laughed. “Is that any better?”

“A little.” Leaning closer, he planted a kiss on the crown of her head. “Not too awful, though, I hope.”

“Why?” She turned his way, her green eyes large. “Because you want me to do that again, sir?”

“Absolutely.” There was an unspoken power in meeting her gaze. Every word he said seemed more pertinent somehow. “You’re a fabulous footrest, and now that I know how wet it makes your pussy, it’s a no-brainer.”

“Great.” Her shoulders sagged. “I have a man who wants to use me as furniture.”

“Among many other things,” he corrected, secretly enthralled to be described as ‘her man.’ Ella was young, pretty, and despite his initial preconceptions, she was capable. He’d never even contemplated being with a woman like her at his age.

“What things, sir?” She twisted to look at him.

“All sorts of things.” Christ, she was so adorable. “Anything that I command, little girl.”

“Anything?” Her eyebrow arched playfully. “I’m not sure about that, sir. I don’t have to stick around here and take your orders anymore. After all, my useless father offered you the money he owes, didn’t he?” She shifted on the rug as though her tender backside was causing discomfort, but he resisted the urge to ask about her fidgeting.

“He did.” He probably shouldn’t have accepted her insolence, but the truth was he was captivated by her performance. She’d shifted from fascinating to utterly entrancing. These days, Tucker couldn’t imagine his monochrome life without the splashes of color Ella brought with her.

“And I’ll get my money,” he vowed. “But in the meantime, I’ve found something even more valuable.”

“Something?” She looked serious all of a sudden, her focus flitting around his face for, he assumed, any sign of deception.

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