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I hug her tightly and want nothing more than to punch something. How could her mother put her own daughter in a situation like that? “What happened to the man who hurt you?”

“It turns out I’m not the only one he did that to. He went to prison for a long time, and he died there. My dad said it was old age, but I heard him and my mom, Sheila, talking, and it turns out that it’s true what they say: Prisoners don’t like other inmates who hurt children. He was attacked in the showers, and left to bleed out. God, I remember my dad telling her that he wished he had been the one to do it.

“I told you that my mom went to jail, but she didn’t serve much time and my dad had her sign her rights away. I’m not sure where she went when she got released, but I haven’t seen her since. Sheila is my mom, and I don’t need the other one.”

Neither of us speaks, and I just hold her tight. She twists a little and rests her head against my chest. I run my hand over her hair as she wraps her arm around my waist and snuggles in close. Before long, I feel her fall asleep.

While holding her, something nasty curdles in my gut. How could a mother do that to her child, or let that happen? No wonder everyone is protective over her—hell, I feel protective over her.

I throw the comforter off and carry her into my bedroom. I lay her down before running back outside and grabbing the blanket. After getting it on the bed I crawl under the covers, pull her into my arms, and fall back asleep, but the dreams I have fuck with my head.

Chapter Thirteen

Britain

I snuggle under the warm blankets and feel Silas’s arm wrap around my waist, pulling me to him so my back is snug against his front. His soft snores tickle my ear and make me smile.

Last night was very eye-opening: The place had been beautiful, not at all what I pictured a BDSM club looking like. I’ve never seen people so free with their bodies…I thought I’d freak out and run as fast as I could. Instead, I found myself extremely aroused. The bra and panty set that Silas had me wear was more conservative than any of the other outfits, or lack thereof, I saw.

When I had been changing my clothes, the sub Jasmine had given me a little pep talk, because I’ll admit that I almost didn’t leave the locker room. I’d been scared that maybe Silas wasn’t going to like what he saw or that I would embarrass him.

I stared at myself in the mirror, criticizing every little blemish. The curvy redhead stood right next to me. “You look beautiful. Don’t be scared, because we women come in all shapes and sizes. Look at me: I know I’m a big girl, but I work it and the guys who want to scene with me are into me because I’m confident and I work these curves.”

She grabbed my hand. “Submitting to someone is not easy, it takes work, but it is so worth it in the end if that’s what you want.” The look on Silas’s face when I stepped out of the locker room made me warm all over.

The desire to pee hits me, so I carefully slide out of bed and pad silently into the bathroom. After I do my business, I wash my hands, brush my teeth, and then crawl back into bed. This time I snuggle against him so we’re chest to chest, burying my nose in his neck. He smells warm and sleepy. I’m not sure that’s even a scent, but that’s exactly how I’d describe it.

My legs tangle with his, and he wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me close and practically on top of me, but I welcome it. I feel something hard against my stomach and realize what it is. His penis is hard—oh my God! What do I do? He grabs my leg, pulls it up over his hip, and starts grinding against me.

A moan slips from my lips as he rubs against my clit. He freezes and then pushes up on his arms. “Shit, baby. I’m sorry.” His eyelids are heavy with sleep, and his hair is standing up all over the place.

I don’t say anything, and after the heaviness of last night, I decide to keep things light. I grab his face and bring it down to mine. I kiss him slowly and surely. We roll until I’m on top of him with my legs on both sides of his waist. He rolls us again until he’s on top now, and he pushes up on his forearms. “Is this okay? I don’t want you to feel like I’m pressuring you, especially after what you told me.”

It feels suddenly like I’ve been doused with ice water. “Please get off me.” He does what I ask, and I scramble out of bed.

“Baby, what is it?” He’s on his knees on the bed.

I wrap my arms around myself. “Don’t look at me with pity.”

He climbs off the bed, stopping right in front of me, and grabs me by my shoulders. “Britain, why would I look at you with pity? Yes, I hate what happened to you, but I don’t pity you. I admire your strength.”

“I’m not strong; I’m twenty-four. I never kissed anyone until you, and I’m a virgin. I’ve never been comfortable around men I don’t know—until you.”

“That right there shows how strong you are. You’re taking a chance.” He wraps his arms around me. “Do you know how honored I am that you’re taking that chance with me?”

Pushing up on my toes, I wrap my arms around his shoulders and kiss his lips chastely before pulling back. “I feel better knowing that you know now, and hopefully it explains why the men in my family are super protective of me. Do you think you’d want to meet my parents? I mean, I know you’ve seen my dad and brothers at the shop, but maybe we could have dinner with them. Or is that too soon?”

“It’s not too soon. Just set it up and I’ll be there.”

Downstairs, we hear the door open. “Silas? Hey, someone parked their muscle car in your guest spot.”

I step back from him, dread filling me. “That’s my sister,” he explains with a smile, and I relax. “My girl is getting jealous already.”

I stick my tongue out at him and run into the bathroom to put my bra on. I can hear him holler at his sister. They’re in the kitchen when I come downstairs, and as soon as she sees me, she rushes right over, wrapping her arms around me. “Hi, Britain, I’m Heather. Oh my God, it’s so great to meet you.” She pulls back, looks at me, and then at Silas. “I hate her already. You guys clearly just got up and she looks like that. So not fair.”

“Um…thank you?” I say. Heather hooks her arm through mine and leads me into the kitchen. She grabs me a cup of coffee, and I thank her when she hands it to me. “Sorry to just barge in, but I called Silas and he didn’t answer. I wanted to have breakfast. Do you want to go?”

I look at Silas. “Is that okay, baby?” he asks.

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