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My hand eased up on the pressure on September’s throat and rested at the base instead. I slid my tongue into her mouth, licked along the insides, and sucked on her tongue. My dick jumped inside of my jeans and pressed against her thigh.

“Mmm,” she moaned and bucked against me.

September’s hands clenched my T-shirt, and she pulled me closer to her. I pushed my mouth harder against hers, and I deepened the kiss. Slowly, September dragged her leg up, and I grabbed it and pinned it against the wall. She was spread wide enough for me to make room for myself between her thighs.

I broke the kiss and looked down at our junction. I pressed my dick into the crevice of her shorts, feeling how hot and moist she was. I pushed and pushed until the cotton of her shorts disappeared, and her pussy lips hung out on either side. I slid myfinger down, and I tugged at one of her lower lips and then the other one.

“Ohh, Priest,” she moaned. “I hate what you do to me.”

I covered her lips with mine again and gently stroked her tongue with mine. Her fingers clutched the hem of my T-shirt and pulled at it. I could feel her cool fingertips on my hot skin as they trailed upward until she pinched my nipples.

“Give it to me,” she whispered when I pulled my mouth from hers and sucked on the side of her neck.

I shoved three fingers inside of her rapidly and with force. September’s hips jerked forward to meet my fingers and rolled as she tried to seek release. Just when she was on the verge, I pulled my fingers out, sucked them, and then kissed her.

She sucked my tongue hungrily and moaned deep into my throat. “More,” she mumbled as I nipped at her bottom lip.

I pulled back, stared into her eyes, and challenged, “Now lie to me again and tell me you fucking hate how I make you feel.”

I stepped back and left her slumped against the wall in disbelief. By the time the shock wore off, I had left the room and locked her inside again.

Yeah, I knew I needed to get her the fuck away from me. She was breaking my walls down inch by inch. I never kissed a bitch. And no matter how much I tried to tell myself that I was only proving a point, I knew that just like she’d been lying to me, I was lying to myself also.

THURSDAY AFTERNOON (2 WEEKS AFTER ABDUCTION)

“Where are we going?”I shouted over the wind for the fifth time.

Priest and I had called some sort of truce. He had left me in my room aching for him, and I was pissed. I found a porn video and rubbed one out while I imagined that the couple on the TV was Priest and me.

He hadn’t returned until a little over an hour later to bring me some burgers, fries, and a packet of Mrs. Fields chocolate chip cookies. I had showered, eaten, and gone to sleep because I was angry and bored out of my mind.

The following day was more of the same. Priest avoided me as much as possible other than to bring me food. This morning, he had brought me out of my room for breakfast and told me to get dressed because we had somewhere to go. When I asked him questions, he refused to answer me.

I had removed the sew-in a few days earlier and washed my hair. It hung just beneath my shoulders. Today, I brushed my hair back into a ponytail, put on some tight jeans that he bought for me, a cropped T-shirt, and some boots that he said were forriding on the bike with. When I asked him how he knew my sizes, he had once again shut down on me.

Priest was an enigma, but one I found that I wanted to solve, despite my pleas to be returned to my family. I wasn’t sure if I should be excited or disappointed about our little impromptu trip. Was he taking me to my father and Daniel? Or were we going someplace else? Either way, I was a bit disappointed and excited. The excitement of going to my father had nothing to do with seeing him or Daniel but was strictly related to my freedom. The excitement of going someplace else was related to Priest’s trust in me.

The disappointment over seeing my father or Daniel was because I didn’t want to be with either man. I was indifferent about Daniel, but I knew that I wasn’t in love with him. He was too damn old for me, despite how good he looked with that caramel skin, hazel eyes, thick beard and mustache, and that beautiful smile. He reminded me of the actor Shemar Moore, but he was too old for me.

I was still hurt over what I had learned about my father. It was so hard to believe that he was a sex trafficker, and it was even harder to believe that he was involved with my mother’s murder. In fact, it sounded like he was the one behind it.

All of that hurt and ripped my chest apart when I allowed myself to think about it for too long. That was another reason I hated Priest locking me away because it left me too much time to think. I couldn’t escape the memories, and I couldn’t block out what my mind knew to be true. Therefore, when Priest paid me the slightest bit of attention, I leapt at it like a starved cat at a bowl of milk.

Disappointment over going someplace else meant that I wasn’t being released, and I would still be locked in that damn room. If the circumstances were different, I wouldn’t mind being around Priest. I had been attracted to him for a while. Every timeI saw him around town, I felt myself staring longer than I should have and fantasizing about what his hair would feel like under my fingers, what his lips would feel like against my skin, and how that strong, powerful back and those bowed legs might put in some good work to pleasure me. I had always been attracted to him and the dangerous element that surrounded him.

Yet, I knew that Priest was off-limits. He was someone you went home and fantasized about late at night when no one was looking, and you played with your pussy under the covers. He wasn’t the sort of man good girls, like me and my friends, discussed privately or openly. We knew the types of things that men like Priest did, and secretly, we wanted it done to us as well.

My only thing against him was that every time I saw him, a different woman was fawning over him. He was a whore magnet, and I wasn’t stupid. I knew that he screwed every last one of them.

“Why are we here?” I asked when we pulled up into the gravel-paved parking lot of the bike club. There were motorcycles all over the parking lot, and some of his MC brothers were outside with the women that always hung out at places like this.

“I’ve got some business to handle. Figured you might want to get out of the house for a little bit.”

“And come here?” I asked, climbing off the bike. “You could’ve left me where I was. Or better yet, dropped me off at home where I belong.”

“Where do you belong, Ember?”

My heart thrummed at that nickname, but I couldn’t give in. He was getting into my head and heart, and there was no room for that here. I was nothing to him, and I knew that. He would use me for sex, and when it was time to return me, he wouldn’t think twice about me. I’d be sitting somewhere nursing a broken heart like a fool.

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