Page 8 of Sinful Secrets

Rip laughs. “The mighty Khan got blue balls? The mighty Khan has met his match. She must be the only woman not dropping her damn panties for you. Reckon you’re losing your touch, maybe you have lost your mojo?” Rip laughs.

“Fuck you, man, I am full of fucking mojo. How about you send me up some club pussy, I will prove my mojo is still fully fucking loaded and ready to erupt.”

“Fuck, brother, I don’t need to hear that shit, and the answer to that is no… no club bunnies up at the cabin. You're just going to have to suffer and watch some porn and jerk off into a sock like any other poor fucker. Or you know, if you insist you still have your mojo, you could have a go at the girl and get her damn talking. You are supposed to be God’s gift to women after all,” Rip states sarcastically.

“You're fucking loving every minute of this, aren’t you?” I growl. I hear him and the others laughing in the background. Asshole has put me on speakerphone. “You lot will fucking see; I will get in that frigid cult bitch’s panties. I won’t just have her talking, I will have her fucking screaming my damn name,” I snap. I hear a noise from behind me and turn around to see Talitha stood there, her big doe eyes wide and face full of hurt. “Fuck.” I sigh and disconnect. I take a step towards her, but she runs off back inside and shuts herself in the bedroom. I run my fingers through my hair, gripping the ends and sighing, frustrated at myself.

I walk into the cabin and head straight to the bedroom door and knock. “Bambi, I'm sorry, I didn’t mean what I said. The brothers were busting my balls and I snapped,” I say loudly through the door, waiting for her to respond. When she doesn’t, I knock again. “Talitha? You okay?” I ask again. No answer. “Shit,” I mutter. Thinking she must have climbed out of the bedroom window, I open the door, panicked, but I soon freeze when I see her before me. She is knelt next to the bed, naked, her head bowed down.

“What the fuck?” I mutter. “Talitha, what are you doing?” I ask.

She doesn’t lift her head but speaks quietly, her voice wavering with fear. “When a man demands such things from a sister of the community, they are to honour it. The men lead with God’s wishes and us women follow.”

“You ain’t at the cult, you’re here with me and I ain’t one of ‘God’s men.’ We don’t do this in the real world,” I state.

She lifts her head and her gaze comes to mine, her big blue innocent eyes searching mine. I can see the confusion, the questions bouncing around her head. I walk towards her and reach for the blanket off the bed, draping it over her shoulders. I crouch down in front of her, wrapping it tightly around her.

“Here, in the outside world, we do not hit, we don’t abuse and we don’t fucking force women to fuck us.” I pause.

“You mean fornicate? You don’t expect your women to fornicate with you?” she states.

“The word is fuck. Not fornicate. And no, we don’t expect our women to fuck, they have a choice,” I assure her.

She looks away for a second before bringing her eyes back to mine. “I know some of your words, I know what you meant. That’s why I came in here, because I thought you expected me to, um, fuck, as you say,” she says bluntly.

I cough, shocked to hear her say it. “Bambi, not ever will I expect anything from you. And I have to say, hearing you say the word fuck is amusing.” I smile.

She smiles and blushes too. I stroke her cheek and tuck her hair behind her ear, her big eyes staring into mine, like she can see right into my damn soul. I cough, clearing my throat, dropping my hand away from her face and standing, putting distance between us. I shove my hands in my pockets, suddenly feeling like I'm the one who is vulnerable. “I will leave you to get changed, then I will make us some dinner,” I state before I leave.

After we’ve eaten, we watch a film, but I can’t take my eyes off of her, her big innocent doe eyes full of wonder and amazement at a movie, a movie that is over thirty years old. It’s not just that, it’s the sandwich, the damn chocolate… She makes my dick hard and my heart fucking ache for the life she has been forced to live.

That day, when she stepped out of the shower, her body still damp, the way the dress clung to her body… Fuck. If she was any other woman, I would have commented, made my move, but I can’t with her. She's still living her cult ways or I wouldn’t have found her naked and on her knees. She is fragile, a scared fucking deer, and I can’t risk spooking her further. I'm sure I'm only feeling this way because I need to get fucking laid and she is fucking hot… I need to keep focused. We need her talking, and she may have information that can help. But at the very least, I'm going to make sure she knows what living is, make sure she never returns to that evil place she came from.

“Uh, Khan?” she asks nervously.

“Yeah?” I answer.

“Um, why do you call me Bambi?” she asks. “What is a Bambi?”

I smile. “Bambi is a deer, and with your big eyes and being all nervous and scared it’s like a deer caught in headlights,” I state.

“Deer’s get caught in headlights?” she asks, stunned.

I throw my head back and laugh. “No, it’s an expression you say when someone is scared or confused,” I tell her. She frowns, all cute and confused.

“Come with me,” I say, taking her hand in mine and leading her outside.

“Where are you taking me?” she asks nervously, her voice wavering. I smile and wink at her, not saying a word and just leading the way through the trees further up the hill. When we reach the clearing, I stop, and I don’t have to say anything here as the view is doing all the talking for me, the sky filling with reds, oranges and pinks as the sun sets.

“That’s the most beautiful thing I have ever seen,” she says softly.

“Yeah, it’s pretty damn great,” I say, watching her.

She turns, looking at me, smiling, and she knocks the air right out of me. Fuck. I clear my throat, feeling uncomfortable. “We better head back before it gets dark, I don’t fancy being mewled to death by a mountain lion.” Her smile falls, her eyes go wide, and she nods eagerly.

Once back in the cabin, she says goodnight, excusing herself to bed. I look at the time, it’s only after nine p.m. I sit down and pull out my cell, hitting the call button.

“Hey, baby, where have you been? I've missed you,” Candy answers.

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