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“I need your pussy.”

“You’re not having it.”

“I need to explode. Fuck. Badly.”

“Buh-badly?” she groans.

I nod, staring at her like an unhinged lunatic, unable to think about anything except the tension in my cock. “Then explode. But this isn’t how I lose my virginity. I mean that.”

“Fuck.”

I push the globes of her ass together and lay my cock between them, then rock back and forth, fucking her thickness. She bounces in time with my thrusts. My dick flames with hot temptation, and then a fountain of come erupts out of me and paints her back, more and more flowing out of me, dripping down her side and onto the bed.

She falls away, glaring.

“Leave,” she whispers.

I take a few steps back, my head clearing, as I realize just how badly I’ve let myself go. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. I wasn’t supposed to take advantage.

With my Keepsake, control is a distant dream.

“You won’t see me until I can let you out of this place.”

I turn away, grabbing my clothes, making for the door.

How can I lie to myself now? How can I say I’m doing this for her own good?

In the hallway, as I pull on my clothes, Meatball looks at me judgementally.

CHAPTER 14

EVIE

One Week Later

Apart from a repetitive exchange each morning and night –Are you safe?... Yes– we don’t text for an entire week. I’m ashamed to say I lose myself in the book series he left for me. It’s easier than thinking about reality, than The Vultures and what Dom and I did the last time we saw each other.

That washot… and wrong… and confusing.

When he was rubbing his cock against me, I wanted him to slip inside. But that was a line I couldn’t cross. It would be tantamount to telling him he’s allowed to keep me here, that I’m done fighting.

The book series doesn’t help. The main character starts by resenting her barbarian captor. Then, over time, she becomes obsessed with him. I devour all eight books within a week, reading the happily ever after with a strange longing nestled in my heart.

The hottest scene in the series is when the barbarian takes his captor’s virginity. I read,losing her virginity here, like this, was both the best and worst thing. Her body was alive with myriad sensations, with hope and aching physical longing, but her mind was a mess of indecision.

It’s like the book is taunting me with exactly how I feel.

I know Dom visits twice when I’m asleep, because there’s fresh food in the refrigerator, the dirty clothes disappear, and Meatball’s litter tray is changed.

The idea of him watching me sleep has my body tingling sinfully.

I resist texting him because he doesn’t text me. Several times, I compose messages asking about Tash and The Vultures, but I’m afraid of where they’ll lead. I also want to ask about the crashing noises I sometimes hear upstairs – it sounds like construction – but I resist that too. Maybe it’s immature, but I won’t be the first to reach out.

On the eighth morning, I hear the trapdoor making a whirring sound. My heart pounds in anticipation. I purposefully slow my breathing and remind myself to maintain control.

Dom walks into the room wearing a stylish suit. He’s had a haircut, and he’s freshly shaven. He stands with his hands behind his back as if purposefully keeping his distance.

Meatball doesn’t get the memo and runs over to him eagerly, whining as he rubs his body against Dom’s leg. Dom leans down. “Hey, little fella.”

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