Page 13 of Claiming Sarah

“You lie, she dies.” My lips tremble with unshed tears atthe blatant threat I cannot ignore. I nod, nose tingling with the urge to cry. If hearing my baby girl’s voice is all I get, I’ll take it.

“After,” he says, yanking me toward him until my back hits the floor.

“Close your eyes and do not look at me or the deal is off.” I squeeze them closed, one hand fisted at my side and the other resting against the steel bar it's linked to.

10

A TASTE

ZAIDEN

I’m ravenous, dying for a taste of her, head swimming with depraved thoughts. Before her, women never interested me. Now, I can’t get enough, needing her on my tongue, sliding down my throat.

“Again. Again. Again.”

“Keep her.”

My fingers shake slightly, sliding a key out of my pocket. Deciding to play it safe, I unshackle one ankle first, reaching up to pull her pants down. She lifts her hips, cheeks stained an adorable red.

Why would she say she didn’t like it when she clearly did?

“Because you’re worthless.”

“She doesn’t want you.”

I don’t understand, but I’ll make her gush again.

Ten hours. I lost ten hours to the voice in my head, waking up on my bedroom floor, sunlight stabbing into my eyes. I rushed from my room, fear gripping my heart, needing to make sure her chains kept her contained. Onevoice taunted, I’d lose her like my mom, that I’m destined to lose the people I care about.

One pants leg clears her feet and I’m left staring at it.Do I care for her?

“Yes,” all of the voices whisper in unison.

A shudder travels through me, licking my lips, remembering last night. She tastes like a flavor I can get sick from consuming, souring my appetite for anything else.

“You never told me your name,” she mumbles, eyes dutifully closed. I relapse the chain around her ankle, pondering what name to give her. My mother called me… No, I can’t tell her that one.

“Dayton,” I croak, throat still hoarse. I must’ve screamed the entire ten hours or something to it. But, Red and Blue were absent from my room, along with the voices, when the sun rose again.

One left to go. I unlock the cuff, pulling the rest of her bottoms off, fully exposing her lower half to me. Long slender legs, testament to the hours she spends each week working out. I learned her schedule, following her in the shadows. She worked too long hours, often getting home at night and waking up before six a.m. to do something called CrossFit.

I pull the free leg away from the other, licking my lips at her damp folds gleaming in the light. She gasps, but her eyes remain closed. My nails dig in, suddenly gripped by the desire for her to say my real name, not the middle name I gave her.

“Zaiden. Zaiden. Zaiden.”

Dammit. I guess I’ll have to drown my regret in the taste of her on my tongue. Eager hands rip the gas mask off, thankful for the foresight to turn the gas off before I walked in. My face darts forward, eager to swallow down every drop of wetness she produces for me.

It is allmine.

SARAH

A shocked cry leaves my lips, Dayton’s mouth ravaging me like I’m his last meal. Gone are the careful licks from the night before. His tongue repeatedly spears my opening, slurping down my slick. Soft lips cushions my clit, rubbing back and forth while he tastes me.

Once more, one of his hands keeps my leg spread, nails digging in. His hungry groans and possessive growls send vibrations through me and I’m so close to tumbling over the edge, I could scream.

“Dayton,” I moan, rolling my hips for more, needingsomethingmore. My hand snakes into his hair, holding him in place, my body forgetting why I was against this to begin with.

His name on my lips snaps something in him. He moves both hands to grip my hips, pulling me into his face, sucking my clit into his mouth, wrenching a long, low moan from me.

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