Page 21 of Sinful Secrets

“Okay.” She nods hesitantly.

“I, er, um… Have you ever rode on the back of a motorbike?” I ask, changing my mind. She has come so far, and I don’t want her to go all quiet on me again. I need her to trust me more before I ask her to share information about the cult.

Her face lights up. “No, I haven’t. Will you take me?”

I smile and lean in, kissing her. “Yeah, darlin’, I will take you.” I lift her off my lap and take her hand in mine. I grab a helmet and place it on her head, fastening the strap. She looks like a cute little biker with the helmet on. I know Rip said to stay hidden, but in normal clothes and with the helmet on, no one will recognise her, she looks completely different.

I sit on the bike and tell her to get on. She does excitedly. “Hold tight, Bambi.” I smile as I pull off. She wraps her arms tightly around me, her body pressed up against mine.

Once we are off the dirt track, I pull the throttle, accelerating us forward. She lets out a little scream and laughs. I will admit that it feels damn good riding and I try not to focus on how good it feels to have her body pressed up against me, and more to the point, how fucking good it feels having her on the back of my bike.

As we ride, I notice a car with blacked out windows pass us. The hairs on the back of my neck stand on end and something in my gut doesn’t feel right. I look over my shoulder and see the car is making a U-turn and now following us. I speed up and swerve in and out of cars, and Talitha grabs on to me tighter.

“Hang on in there, Bambi,” I yell. I keep looking over my shoulder and see the car still following. I turn off down a side street and notice a driveway with a large van parked on it. I pull up down the side and slowly tuck us out of view.

“What is going on, Khan?” Talitha asks.

“Being followed,” I answer, watching the car as it passes us. I slowly creep us back onto the road and speed out of there as quick as I can to get back to the cabin, constantly checking over my shoulder, making sure we aren’t being followed.

Once we arrive at the cabin, I let out a breath. It’s then that I realise that Talitha is still gripped on to me, her body shaking. “Bambi, I need you to get off the bike,” I say softly. She does as I have asked even as her entire body shakes. I don’t waste anytime once she is off and I remove the helmet, scooping her up in my arms and carrying her inside. Her body shakes as she sobs, and it guts me hearing her. I lay her down on the bed, but she panics when I go to step away.

“Khan, please,” she says, reaching out for me.

“Bambi, I ain’t going anywhere,” I promise. I climb onto the bed and pull her to me. We lay there for a while, just me holding her. “I'm sorry to scare you like that, I promise that I would never let anyone hurt you. I would have never let them take you,” I tell her. She lifts her head from my chest, and her tear-streaked face hits me like a kick in the gut.

“I was so scared that we would fall off the bike, we were going so fast, but I was more scared of them getting me and taking me back. I am not sure that I ever want to go back. I like being here with you. I… I trust you; I know you won’t hurt me, Khan. I feel safe with you,” she admits. At hearing those words, I roll her onto her back and take her mouth.

She breaks the kiss, her eyes searching mine. “Teach me everything, Khan,” she whispers.

“Bambi, I don’t think that’s a good idea, you’re upset,” I point out.

“Not anymore. I'm ready, Khan. Teach me,” she pleads.

Chapter Thirteen

Talitha

I've said it, there is no going back from this, and I meant it. If I am to learn to fuck––as Khan says––then I want it to be him. I trust him.

He doesn’t say anything, and I can see the battle behind his eyes. I take a shuddering breath and move my hands to the base of his T-shirt and place them on his hard stomach. I feel him suck in a breath. I reach for his button on his jeans and unfasten it.

“Bambi,” he warns, low in his throat, and I look up at him.

“Teach me,” I repeat as I reach into his jeans, wrapping my hand around him. He groans before crashing his mouth down on mine, his tongue invading my mouth.

He sits back on his heels, removing his T-shirt. I look at his muscled and tattooed body. “You are so beautiful,” I whisper. He doesn’t respond, his hands graze along my thighs until they reach the top of my shorts and he grips the waistband, pulling them clean off, panties included. I lay there, naked from the waist down, his eyes lazily looking over my body.

“Open yourself for me, darlin’,” he orders. I do as he asks and open my legs further, that now familiar feeling mixed with anxiety builds within me. “Fucking stunning,” he complements before he leans down, pushing my thighs further apart, his mouth so close to my most intimate part I can feel his breath. His eyes are on mine and filled with desire. “Darlin’, I'm about to blow your fucking mind.” He winks before I feel his mouth on me.

“Oh!” I cry out. His tongue circles and moves in the most delicious way, and he hums as he moves his mouth and tongue. My hips buck, but he halts me by placing his hand on my stomach to keep me still.

“Shh, darlin’, I've got you,” he says before I feel him back on me, his tongue, his mouth, and then he places a finger inside me.

“Oh, oh, Khan!” I cry out. He doesn’t stop and he adds another finger, stretching me, I feel myself clamping around him, he feels it too and moans. It hits me hard, and my entire body shakes as the pleasure takes over. I grip the sheet, screaming his name. I feel him move as I try and catch my breath, his body moving over mine, kissing me as he goes. He removes my top, freeing my breasts and placing soft kisses over them, sucking on each nipple, making me gasp at the sensitivity.

“Bambi, look at me,” he orders. I look to him, my eyes heavy. He smiles and kisses me. I feel him push himself inside me and a jolt of pain shoots thorough me, causing me to cry out.

“Ahh, Khan,” I whimper, squeezing my eyes shut.

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