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It’ll be my ticket out of here.

Although…I have to admit that this isn’t the worst scenario possible.

He praises me. He feels good. His body is tempting in a scary way. A dark way.

I can’t fall for it. Fall for him.

But I know it could’ve been so much worse. I could’ve been in actual pain with another person. Another buyer.

His cock is out of the boxers and in my palm. He’s smooth and hot and hard, throbbing in my hand. My eyes snap up to him, my lips gaping at his reaction to the simple touch.

Icy eyes find mine.

For the longest time, we just exist. Fear and awe beat inside my chest. His jaw tics, and I squeeze him. I can’t help it.

“Ophelia.” His thighs flex, pressing me from either side. Caging me in. “Put your virgin mouth on my cock. Fucking suck me.”

So perverse. Depraved. Sick. And I want it.

Thoughts of humiliation, of the future, of what I’ll be once I get out of here, they’re no more. I need him in my mouth as much as his wet tip needs my tongue on it.

I could be bad at this. I could be the worst.

I could disappoint him.

Then again, putting him in my mouth will be better than the emptiness I felt over the hours I spent here alone. Better than being punished by having my ass fucked.

“James, we don’t have to do this,” I whisper, hoping to unlock door number three. “You could release me. I could come back for a…date?”

“Properties don’t talk.” His thumb is on the bottom row of my teeth, forcing my lip down.

That’s the final warning before his free hand squeezes the base of his cock. Before he pulls me to the tip by my mouth and thrusts his hips up.

My heart stops. My lungs cease to function. My lips are stretched around the throbbing head. Spit trickles out of the corners of my mouth.

I’m stunned. Shocked. Frozen. Gasping for air.

He forces me, and I like it. A jolt of pleasure zaps through me.

“Do it,” he growls, his salty precum trickling on my tongue. “I said…” He releases his cock and my mouth. Now that both his hands are free, he threads one into my hair. Making a fist of it. “Suck, Ophelia.”

James shoves my head down his length. The tip of it hits the back of my throat, the girth of him stretching my lips.

So good. It’s so bad that it feels good, it just does. I moan. I take him deeper, and I don’t care that I gag. That I rock my hips, fucking the air.

This isn’t what I dreamed it would be. This isn’t the man I thought would take my mouth. Yet it’s so sexy. So perverse to do it in a cell. I shouldn’t be trading blowjobs for food. For my life.

I’m still here doing it. Rolling my eyes with the immense pleasure that’s assaulting my senses.

Tomorrow, I’ll hate it. I’ll wake up after crying myself to sleep. After cursing myself for these feelings that I shouldn’t be having for my captor.

Later.

I can’t help but crave him now.

I.

Can’t.

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