Page 51 of Master of My Heart

She couldn’t deny it. It wasn’t Jayson. It was the fact he had a penis.

It had been the same way when she lived with Ramon. A few times, he’d left her alone for a few days, then when he, or anyone, came into the room, she was so desperate for touch, she’d do anything, anything, to get them to touch her. One time, Ramon held a knife up and told her to beg him to stab her before he’d fuck her. She did, and he fucked her from behind as he slowly impaled her breast with his blade. It had hurt and felt incredible at the same time. Another time, Khyan—

No, she didn’t want to think about that.

Sabrina hung her head in shame. How could she be so desperate for sex that she’d liked those sorts of things? She wished she could take care of things herself, but she’d been thoroughly conditioned to never touch herself. The memories that filled her mind if she tried were so horrible...

No, she’d rather go insane than think of those.

“Sabrina?”

She turned and saw Jayson walking toward her, shirtless. He looked so damn good, she dug her fingernails into her palms in the hopes that the pain would dull her desire. But it only intensified it.

“You okay?” he asked.

Sabrina shook her head. “I... I don’t feel well.”

“Are you getting sick? A cold maybe?”

She stared at him for a moment, then lunged, kissing him desperately. Her lips pressed against his, she wrapped her arms around him and leaned against his hard frame. He stiffened, but didn’t push her away. She took that as permission and ran her hands down his chest to the waistband of his pants. He hardened and groaned as she stroked him over the soft material. She slid her hand into his pants and he panted as she stroked him slowly.

When his lips parted, she slipped her tongue into his mouth, sliding her other hand into his hair to keep him from escaping. She knew how to stroke a man, and his moans told her she was doing it right. She started to kiss down his chest, but he grabbed both her wrists and stepped back, holding her away from him.

“Sabrina, I told you. We can’t.” His voice was strained, his eyes wide as he stared at her.

“Why not?” she whispered, tears filling her eyes.

Jayson pressed his lips together. “Because my best friend is in love with you,” he answered in a choked voice.

Sabrina felt as if she’d been doused with ice water. “What?”

“Chase. Chase Ralston. He’s been my best friend since we were kids. He’s in love with you.”

Sabrina stepped back, staring at him. She’d been fairly certain Chase was the best friend he had talked about, but to hear him say it made her numb. “What do you mean he’s in love with me? He’s... We only met one night. How... ? No, that’s not possible. Anyway, he’s married.”

Jayson squinted. “He’s married? What are you talking about?”

“It was five years ago, Jayson. How could he not have moved on? Gotten married and... stuff.”

“Well, there are a few people who would have liked that, but no, he’s not.”

Sabrina turned and walked to the window. Chase wasn’t married? Hope flickered in her chest, but she shook her head. Once he found out what she was, what she’d turned into, he’d turn and run away so fast, anyone standing near him would be knocked flat on their ass.

“How do you know who I am?” she asked.

“I know you were here just after Chase graduated from West Point. Martin told me he saw you and Chase together. Saw you guys talking and stuff that night. When Chase met you, he was completely—” He shook his head. “He fell hard for you, Sabrina. Never looked at another woman the same way. Ever.”

“I was only sixteen.”

“So?”

“I was a completely different person.” She spun around to face him. “You should tell him to stay away from me.”

“Why? He’s been desperate to find you. To find out what happened to you. He never stopped hoping.”

Sabrina snorted. “Some things are better left in the past.”

She stormed back to her room and flung herself onto her bed.

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