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“Didn’t say you were. I’m basically off limits when it comes to the drugs and fuckin’.”

“I’m not fucking anyone else either,” she tells me. Now I laugh.

“You will, and you’ll like it. I just need to see how you react is all. Then you’re free to go.”

“What about me?” Addison asks.

“I paid for you. You’re stayin’ longer than she is.”

Chapter 9

Addison

I’m stuck here. That’s basically what he’s saying to me. I’m stuck here. I don’t want to be here. I don’t want to do this, and now that girl, Kelly, is chained in the room with me.

“Where is she sleeping?” I ask Free as he sucks on the bottle of Jack, trying to numb the pain I’m sure he’s feeling in his arm.

“In the bed. Or floor. I don’t really care either way. We’re just sleepin’.”

“We can’t all fit in the bed.”

“It’s a king-sized bed.”

“And?”

“And we’ll all fit,” he answers casually as if that means nothing. We can’t all fit, and I don’t want to sleep with another woman in the bed. It’s …weird.

“She shot you,” I remind him, thinking maybe he’ll rethink what he’s saying.

“I’m aware.” He’s almost drunk. He’s been drinking a lot out of that bottle, and I know it isn’t going to end well once he’s finished. Kelly sits on the edge of the bed, being as quiet as possible, probably rethinking her decision to ask him for help. She told me the story, and I almost pity her for running into him.

Free takes a few more drinks from his bottle before he sets it on the dresser and strips down to his boxers. I watch him crawl onto the bed, lying in the middle and motioning for us to follow him. I almost decide not to. I shouldn’t. So I don’t. I huff out a breath and lay down on the floor instead.

Kelly, on the other hand, climbs on the bed, and I hear them kissing. What the hell? What kind of mess is this? Did he already give her the drugs? I sit up and glance over at the bed, watching as Kelly straddles his hips and grinds against him. Free doesn’t seem to mind as he sloppily kisses her back. He’s drunk, for fucks sake.

The kissing goes on when Kelly reaches down and pulls Free’s boxers free. I watch as his cock springs up, ready to be taken. That’s when he notices me, too. I lick my lips before looking up at him.

“You wanna ride it?” he asks me in his drunken state. I almost shake my head, but Kelly begins to whine.

“Come on, Free.”

“What? She looks like she might wanna ride me,” he tells her. She looks over at me, a jealous glint in her eyes when I climb off the floor and onto the bed. I crawl real close and then stop as Free reaches for me. He’s about to push Kelly off him when I start laughing.

“You think I’d willingly fuck you?” I ask him through the laughter. He looks at me strangely before grabbing Kelly and sinking his cock into her. I almost want to beg her to stop. I want to do it. I want to be the one riding him. What the fuck is even wrong with me? I know an attractive man when I see one, but this is insane. He bought me. He’s using me.

“Oh fuck,” Kelly moans as he raises his hips and she rides him. I start to pull away and climb back to the floor when Free grabs me. He pulls me over to him with his good arm, and to my surprise, he kisses me hard. His tongue sweeps into my mouth and toys with mine as soft pants begin to leave my lips.

“This should have been you,” he tells me softly as Kelly rocks her hips.

“What?”

“She’s not my type,” he says once more, the scent of alcohol wafting from his breath. My insides tremble as I think about what he just said. Shaking his head, he releases the hold on me and tosses Kelly off his cock. He instead grabs it in his hand and begins to stroke it as his eyes travel over me. When he reaches my face, he stares into my eyes. I lick my lips as he tugs at his cock. I can’t stop thinking about riding it now, having it so deep inside me. I’m sick even to think that. I shouldn’t want to fuck my captor. And yet, the thought keeps crossing my mind.

“Fuck, Addison,” he moans as he pulls harder and harder. Then he finally explodes, spurts of cum shooting onto his stomach. Free grunts and groans as he finishes, and Kelly watches, touching herself. Free glances over at her but quickly turns back to me.

“You horny, darlin’?”

“No.” He chuckles.

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