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The waves stopped coming and the pleasure finally began to fade. I turned my head and stared at Sebastian, lips parted and chest heaving. He had kept his promise, coaxing my surrender with nothing but the strength and power of his words.

Now I knew I was right to trust him, and I was also right in my suspicion that the Entity had sent him to me as a reward. That was what my first vision had intended to show me—that he was on his way to be with me, while also forewarning me that his arrival would frighten me at first, push me to my limits, and make me question everything.

“I don’t know how long I can stay in Alderwood,” he said, eyes glowing with satisfaction as he stared down at me. “But as long as I’m here, I’d like to do this every night.”

A languorous smile spread across my face as I leaned back in the water. I closed my eyes for a second and inhaled deeply. Then I looked up at him again, admiring his hypnotically handsome face as I gave him my response.

“I’d like that too.”

11

Sebastian

“This is a wineberry.”Rose smiled as she plucked a dark red fruit off a bush. “I heard that outsiders don’t like them much, but I love them. They’re good in pies and jams.”

“I’m looking forward to trying it.”

“You can try one with me now.” She popped the wineberry in her mouth and plucked another one to hand over to me. “Mmm.”

I kept my gaze fixed on her beautiful face as I slowly chewed the berry, letting it pop in my mouth to release the sweet juices. I’d much rather have my mouth on her, tasting her juices, but she wasn’t ready for that yet.

A week had passed since my arrival in Alderwood, and things were going slowly but swimmingly. The community was still wary of me, but they’d accepted my presence and allowed me to observe most of their daily goings-on. Several of them had even accepted interviews with me to discuss their general lives, interests, and ideas about the outside world.

As for Rose, she trusted me more and more every night, letting me mutter the most sinful things to her as she closed her eyes and lay back in the hot springs. She came like a comet each time I commanded her to do so, screaming her satisfactionand thrashing in the water like she’d touched a live wire. It was beautiful and oh-so satisfying to observe. Years and years of sexual repression, finally permitted to spill out.

And spill out it did. Every time she emerged from the steaming pool on shaky legs, her arousal was always dripping down her thighs along with the sparkling droplets of spring water. The first time she noticed it, she was embarrassed, but after I told her it was a good thing, she was instantly proud of it.

She was so easy to mold. So innocent and malleable. So happy to please me.

I was still surprised by how quickly it had all happened. On my first night here, watching her flee from me like the Devil was at her tail, I assumed I’d have to change tack and wait a hell of a lot longer for her to stop being so scared of me. I’d lain awake all night, pondering my next move and wondering if I’d already fucked it all up, but then she came to my window, practically begging for me.

When I questioned her about it on the third night, she informed me that she’d come to a sudden realization during that sleepless evening—that the Entity had sent me to her for a purpose.

That purpose? To bring her pleasure.

It was amazing how a brainwashed person could rationalize things in their mind. Realistically, she was just a typical inexperienced virgin—horny as hell and desperate to experience everything the opposite sex had to offer. But in her hallowed corner of the world, she wasn’t allowed to do any of that, so she had to twist everything around and concoct all sorts of wild theories to give her a reason to let it happen anyway.

I’d give her another week before she was finally ready to slip away with me.

She pointed to the humming boundary fence in the distance. “That’s where I saw you for the first time.”

“In your vision?” I asked, lips curving in a faint smirk.

“Yes,” she said, taking a few steps closer. “You appeared right next to that tree.”

“And you were scared of me?”

“Yes.” She turned back to look at me. “I didn’t know any better.”

You still don’t, sweetheart.

“Can I ask you something?” I said, plucking another berry off the closest shrub.

“Of course.” She smiled. “Unless it’s something I’m forbidden from speaking about.”

“It’s about my mother,” I said, watching her carefully so I could gauge her non-verbal responses. “What do you remember about her?”

Rose’s smile faded, and she set her basket down. “I don’t recall much, other than what I’ve already told you in the past,” she said. “About how kind she was to me.”

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