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‘I’m so far from home,’I whispered. ‘Doing things I promised Daddy I wouldn’t. I’m scared.’

Thedogsighed as I buried my face against him, muffling my sobs in his thickfur. His solid presence didn’t shift as I commiserated withmyself. Eventually, thewarmthand the exhaustion won out.

My eyes fluttered closed after a last look at the slumbering man across the cabin.

CHAPTER SIX

EMMETT

The damned dog is a traitor.

A chill stole over me as I draggedmyselffrom the bed, scowling at thedogwho lay cosied up to the young woman fast asleep on my couch.

I flicked the light switch. Nothing happened. No power yet.

Guess the waif would be staying.

A sliver ofexcitementshot through me at the idea. What else would she offer me during her visit? Beneath theexcitement, a layer of guilt simmered, a tiny flicker. Enough for me to push it back down and ignore it.

I got the burner going to stave off thecoldwhich crept into the cabin while I slept, before trudging down to thecoldstore and grabbing a pack of bacon.Chunkabandoned the girl at the first whiff of pork, clambering down from thecouchand bumping into my legs.

‘Too late, you little fiend. Can’t go abandoning me and only coming back when there’s food on the go. You’ll getkibbletoday.’

‘Do I get breakfast?’Izzy said through a yawn, sitting up on thecouchand rubbing at her eyes.

‘I’m sureChunkwill share hiskibblewith you. I’ll put an extra portion in his bowl. Might have to chomp with the way he scoffs it.’ I used a match to light the gas stove in place of the electric starter spark.

‘You’re not going to feed me?’

‘You’re lucky I gave you my couch. I don’t know you, don’t owe you anything.’ I kept reminding myself of that, too. I didn’t owe her anything. I’d given enough in my old life. Had enough taken from me.

‘So what will it take to get me a share of bacon?’Izzy stood and approached me, her fingers toying with the hem of her hoodie, my pants legs gathered at her feet in great rumpled heaps. They hung around her waist, massive on her.

‘What are you offering?’I said, swallowing as a far more depraved hunger overcame me.

‘I… don’t know. I’ve never done any of this stuff. I don’t want to havesexwith you, though.’

I ignored the sting her words brought. Of course, she didn’t want to havesexwithsomeoneold enough to be her father.

‘Are you trying to tell me you’re in college and still a virgin?’Her face reddened and I couldn’t help but chuckle. ‘Pretty thing like you. I’d have thoughtsomeonewould have been happy to give you a dicking.’

‘Are you always so crass? It doesn’t surprise me at all thatyou’realone.’ I wanted to lick her pink fucking cheeks. To see if her embarrassment would delight my tongue.

‘I might bealone, but I’ve got thebacon, Princess.’

‘So tell me what you want for it.’

‘Pull your pants down and bend over the counter.’

‘I don’t want you to have sex with me.’She glanced at thecounterbeforelooking back at me.

‘Don’t worry, I’ll leave your cunt empty.’

‘And my… butt.’

‘Get over thecounterbeforethebacongets burnt. Or don’t, I might let you lick the fat from my fingers like Chunk likes to do.’

Izzy turned away from me and dropped herpantsto the floor. The swathes of thighskinalmost undid me.

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