Page 17 of Escape From Me

“Mine. No one will ever touch you again.”

I said the words out loud without meaning to, but it was no less true.

My hands gripped her hips tightly for a few too many seconds as I tried to remember myself, but there was no grounding me.

Instead I gave into my deepest needs for a creature that had called to me out of the darkness.

I lowered my mouth to her pussy, sliding my tongue between those smooth shaved lips. No doubt manicured for some man that would never appreciate her. Now she was mine.

I found her delicate little clit, flicking it with my tongue and loving the sounds she made. Taking two fingers, I slid them into her soaked core, finding her just as tight as she was earlier.

“Relax for me,” I said as I looked up between her legs.

Her nod was feverish, like the rest of her body.

I slipped in a third finger as I placed my lips back over her clit and licked and flicked and sucked at the little bud.

Seconds later, her core clamped down around my fingers and a small little scream tried to escape, but I clamped my hand back down on her throat.

I looked back up at her from between her legs as her pussy pulsed around my fingers.

“Uh-uh. Don’t you make a sound.”

I released her throat, letting her suck in air, watching her, and she brought my fingers to her mouth so she could suck on them through her orgasm.

“Are you ready for me, little dove? Are you ready for me to take the one thing that makes you worth something to those people, but is worth nothing to me if it wasn’t yours?”

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I’d readbooks that told me the more you came, the better it got, but no one had ever written that you would start hallucinating.

“W-what?”

I didn’t hear him right… or maybe I did? Or maybe he knew what my soul was craving. He knew that I craved to be seen. To be a person, and somehow, in a matter of hours, this mysterious guy with far too much spy equipment, which should scare me off, was speaking to my soul. And there was the knife. I’d unpack that shit later.

“Are you ready to be mine?” Those weren’t the words he’d said, but the meaning was all the same.

“Please take me and make me yours.”

I should be a bit more panicked about the fact I was about to do something my mother would hate me for. My father would probably try and kill Zeid, and who knew if it would terminate whatever contract there was. A ruined daughter. What would their friends say?

And then the devil on my shoulder snickered.

“Fuck me, Zeid. Show me what you can do with me.” I pulled at the strings of his sweats and yanked down the waistband. Hewas commando, and holy shit. “Wow. Yeah. Just show me how you use that thing.”

I couldn’t stop myself from grasping his cock in my hand and it was a handful. It was thick and long, and I wanted to know if it tasted as velvety as it looked. Except I paused when my fingers ran over cold steel.

“Oh.” That was literally all that came out. Oh.

He looked down at me where I was propped up on one elbow trying to look at his thick shaft. Trying to comprehend what I was even feeling.

“Dove, I’d like to say you can back out, but you already said yes. But I’ll make it good for you. I promise.”

He took my fingers into his hand and gently ran them over each piercing.

“One, two, three?—”

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