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Unable to keep punishing myself any further, I set my desperate cock free. It leaked pre-cum into the grass. The feathery strokes of the green blades sent my eyes to the back of my head and I raised up, ripped her panties off and sank into her. My mouth fell open from the suction that her hungry pussy used to trap me inside her.

She cried out, arching her back and moaning my name. "Matt," she breathed. "I love you...so much." Her words vibrated along with her orgasm which found her seconds after penetration.

Shit.

"Fuck, I love you too," I groaned.

I meant that with every bone in my body, and especially with this 'bone' in her body, pumping her until I was spilling inside her, her heat and mine creating an inferno.

This woman? It might be the endorphins talking, but I didn't regret a single thing about doing what had to be done. I'd protect this woman with my life, give up everything to keep her, even if that meant my integrity, even if that meant lying to her for the rest of our lives. I knew it when I couldn't walk away, despite her being in a relationship with my best friend. I was even more certain of it when I thought I'd lost her forever. She was the best thing that had ever happened to me and I was locked in. I wasn't going anywhere, for better or for worse. Any danger, come what may, I would use all my resources to keep anyone who wished to cause her harm at bay.

Chapter 37

Ann-Marie

Tyler had that glint in his silver eyes. The kind of glint I hadn't seen in years, but I recognized it. It was sinister, and my body shivered from the sight of it. But it was also part of why I found him so sexy when I first met him, despite myself.

I remember, it was night when we first met. I was twenty-four, and I'd been locked away in a dark, acrid room in a decrepit old house that got cold and eerie at night, for so long. My captor had pulled me out, stuck a filthy gag in my mouth, and unhooked my chain from the floor I'd laid on every night for what had felt like forever as he hit me, hurt me, abused me. I knew he was going to kill me that night. Except, he didn't. He'd carried me to this mansion as I cried behind my mouth-gag, begging him to let me go. He was going to sell me for a pretty penny. At least that's what he thought.

Until Tyler walked out. Drop dead gorgeous. Chiseled jawline, dusted dark blond beard, blond hair swooped up in a slightly messy coif, and piercing silver and menacing eyes. Young too, around twenty-eight. He was wearing a fitted 'made for him' beige suit, white collared button-down on the inside, brown shoes and brown tie against his ivory skin. A brown watch sat on his wrist, and his cologne had slapped me in the face harder than any man ever had.

I wasn't sure what to do with myself. He would be my buyer, and while that terrified me, some sick, twisted part of me, deep down which had been fucked up by all the abusers in my life, was aroused by the idea. My heart had skipped a beat, the pulse beneath my wrist fluttered, between my legs twitched.

He'd turned to look at me, bound by my wrists, stained and dirty on my knees, a torn up pale pink dress that I'd been wearing on the night I was captured hanging off my body, and his skin had flushed. His jaw had set. And he gulped before turning cool eyes from me to my captor.

"Trust me, she's a sexy little thing when she's all cleaned up." My captor laughed.

Tyler's eyes had darkened. He beckoned to one of his men, and they handed him a gun. My captor's breathing grew rapid. I couldn't tell you what his physical reaction looked like because my eyes were set on Tyler and that gun. What the fuck was happening?

"Where's my money?" Tyler had asked.

"Look man, I don't have it. But I got you something better." The captor grinned.

Tyler looked at me and his chest expanded. After a beat, he turned back to my captor.

"Who told you that I was someone you could sell a woman to?" he asked, in his cool, disarming way.

"Come on, man." He raised his hands in a gesture. "I know your type likes this sort of shit." My captor was so cocky and full of himself.

Tyler smiled and raised his brows. "What type is that?" he'd asked.

I was looking between the both of them, trying to work out what would happen next. Should I run? Who would kill me first?

My captor had stuttered before letting out a breath. "Look, man. She's worth good money. Test drove her myself. If she ain't the kinda girl you'd go for, you can always trade her off to someone else. Or pass her around..."

Bang.

A shot had punctuated his words, and I turned to look at my captor flat on his back, blood pouring out of the wound in his head. I started to scream, but it was muffled. Tyler walked over to the man and searched through his pockets. My legs didn't work. I couldn't get up and run. He started walking over to me, and my body shook beyond my control.

"Shhhh," he said and stooped before me. "I'm going to remove this, but you have to promise me you won't scream, okay?"

From the corner of my eye, his men took up my captor's body like it was another day at work, hauling him like a log off to 'who knows where'. It was just me and Tyler left, and when he removed the gag, I should have screamed. I wanted to. I told myself that I would, but I hadn't. I stared at him speechless as he smiled at me. That glint was still in his eye after his kill, but his smile was warm, his fingers as they brushed across my skin were gentle.

"Now, what kind of man does this to a woman?" He sighed and took me in from head to toe with a head shake.

I realized at that moment that I didn't want his pity. I wanted him. And that horrified me.

"Come inside. Let's get you cleaned up and you can tell me all about you." He unlocked the metal handcuffs and hissed at the bruising, before extending his hand.

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