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His Adam’s apple slowly slides down his throat, and he nods as understanding crosses over his face. “You wanna fuck my leg?” He swallows harshly, and I’m thankful for the dim lighting as my cheeks turn beet red. “You want to rub your little pussy on me to get off?”

I nod and bite into my lip.

“Slide your panties off, Sienna. Let me feel your pussy drip for me.”

I move quickly so he doesn’t change his mind, then do as he instructed. He lifts his arm for me to straddle him, and I drape one leg over his huge one while I rest my head on his chest, then his thick hand tangles in my hair.

“Take what you need from me, beautiful girl,” he whispers. “Show me how you’d ride my thick cock.”

Wetness slips between my legs as I slowly rub myself over his thick quad muscle, stroking my aching bud until I whimper.

“Fuck. I don’t know how I’m going to keep my hands off you when you make those sounds, Princess.”

The hair on his leg adds friction between my thighs as I rock back and forth, and he holds me firmer against him. “I can feel your wet pussy dripping on me.”

My chest rises as tingles of ecstasy zip up my spine, the throb increasing with the friction.

“Coat my leg in your cum, beautiful.” I move faster, riding his leg. “Fuck, that’s it. I want my leg coated in your pleasure.” Sliding down his thigh, I grind back up again with ease. “Make me nice and wet.” The sound of his heart thudding against my ear lets me know how much he’s enjoying this, and I place a kiss there, loving how his grip on me tightens when my lips meet his pec. My pants grow heavier, and my lips fall open. “That’s it. Fuck, that’s it. Soak my leg in your pussy juice.” Vision blurring, I’m hit with pure, unadulterated rapture. “Fuck. That’s it.” The sound of his voice trails off as I float in the splendor of hiswarmth. With his arms banded around me and his heart beating against me, I’ve never felt so safe and loved in my entire life. I moan in bliss while my eyes flutter closed.

“Why do I only find solace in your embrace, Sienna?” He places a soft kiss to my head. “I wish I could keep you,” he whispers as I sink into the abyss.

Chapter Six

Sienna

The last couple of days have been quiet, and it makes me nervous. As much as I hate my father’s presence in the house, when he’s away for an auction, I know someone is suffering, and the nausea I feel because of this is making me clumsy. The guilt keeps me awake at night, and knowing what torture Stone has suffered only adds to my nightmares.

“That’s the third egg you’ve broken this morning. What’s wrong?” Evelyn, the housekeeper’s eighteen-year-old granddaughter, eyes me over her schoolwork. She’s beautiful, intelligent, and deserves better than living in this house during her summer break. Her grandparents’ roles in our family home allow them to send Evelyn to a private boarding school, so she hasn’t been around our family long enough to know we’re not good people.

Since her mother died a year ago, she spends her school breaks here. Her grandmother is one of our housekeepers, and her grandfather was head of grounds until he became sick recently. They live in a small duplex attached to our home, butEvelyn spends a lot of her free time in the kitchen with her grandmother.

She knows not to go upstairs, and I don’t think she’d ever push those boundaries because she’s not stupid. The girl has big dreams outside of these four evil walls that stole mine, and a tiny part of me is envious of her and those dreams.

“I’m anxious.” I chew on my lip.

“Why?” She tilts her head as she speaks, then her gaze sharpens. “Did someone hurt you?”

I rear back with a gasp. “Why would you think that?”

She releases a low chuckle. “You kind of give off the abused-woman vibe, Sienna. All skittish and locked up tight with secrets you don’t want to share.” Her tone turns playful, and I relax. She’s not trying to pry or gossip; she’s only being a friend.

A genuine friend.

“Our house isn’t safe. That’s all you need to know. Just be mindful of that,” I state as I punch the dough and turn away from her assessing eyes.

“My grandmother told me that. She didn’t want me to come stay again this summer. Don’t worry, I won’t go anywhere I’m not meant to.”

I knew she wouldn’t, but her saying it instills my belief in her. My father has never stepped foot down the stairs of those beneath him, so there’s no risk of him coming across her. Maybe that’s why I enjoy it down here so much.

“You should be a chef, you know? You organize everyone in this kitchen, and your meals are sublime.” She makes a chef’s-kiss gesture with her fingers, and I giggle at her action.

“I’m not allowed to work. It’s beneath me.” I roll my eyes, and she scoffs, causing me to laugh.

“Can I ask you something?” She chews on her lip, and my eyes narrow.

“You can, but I don’t know if I’ll answer.” I shrug while my heart thunders. I’d love nothing more than to spill my secrets to Evelyn, to have a loyal friend like the girls on television, but I’m not dumb enough to put either of us at risk.

“Have you met your fiancé?”

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