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“What the fuck is this,” I say, turning her head one way and then another.
“Ezra,” she says as she pulls away from me. She immediately wraps herself back around me and burrows her head in my shoulder. “I missed you,” she says.
I take a moment to really savor this moment. My dick is liking the contact too, but I’m currently trying to ignore that head.
“Okay, let me look at you, River.”
She lets me move her head and observe the wounds.
She chuckles. “You know my name isn’t River, right?”
I stare straight into her eyes and let myself have a moment. She needs me to be soft right now.
“Yes, Briar, I realize your name isn’t River. When I first saw your eyes, I thought of a river I saw when visiting Northern California. You see, the Shasta River is mainly spring-fed from Mount Shasta itself, but it is the most beautiful blue color. When I saw your eyes, those two things correlated themselves and it stuck.” I give her a smirk.
“Now please explain to me what the fuck this thing is?”
She starts spinning it and shows me the box with the prongs.
“They were fucking electrocuting you?” I say with a roar.
She nods her head.
“Yeah, there’s some sort of invisible fence around the room. If I try to cross the doorway, it shocks me. Obviously, I don’t listen very well because I kept trying.”
“Let’s get this off.”
A gunshot hasn’t rung out in a minute, but I still proceed with caution walking to the staircase. I yell down to Vincent to bring me some lock cutters. He has a bag of tools that we brought with us since we didn’t know what we were walking into with her. Once he brings them up, I snip the lock that was holding the back of the collar together.
It falls off her neck and onto the ground, and she immediately puts her hands on the area to soothe it. I pick her up and carry her into the adjacent bathroom to clean up some of the wounds.
“Vincent, downstairs needs to be picked up before her father gets back. I want bodies packed up and ready to be disposed of. Anything noticeable outside needs to be taken care of to not alarm him before entering the house. We don’t have long though, I’m going to clean her up and then we’re going to wait for him to return.”
He walks away, and I turn my attention back to Briar. I start to rummage through drawers until I find a face towel. I run it under hot water and bring it up to her neck. I dab at the wounds, and she hisses and pulls away.
“I know it hurts, baby. This will make it better though.”
She lets me continue my mission until the crusted blood and whatever else that has oozed is cleaned up.
The next step, kill her son-of-a-bitch father.
CHAPTER 18
Briar
Seven days after abduction
He came for me,and once he found me, he was so soft and caring. He helped me get out of the collar, cleaned up the area the best he could, and then led me down the stairs. I flinched when I first crossed the doorway barrier. I was waiting for thenext round of shock to go coursing through my body, but it never came. I looked at him and could feel myself getting emotional, so I tucked myself into his side. I never appreciated the size difference between us until now. His muscular structure and height makes me feel safe next to him.
We’re sitting on the couch waiting for my father to show up again. Ezra has one arm slung around the back of the couch with a gun in his hand. The other hand is tracing lines up and down my legs. My body is currently betraying me, and I can feel myself growing wetter with every pass of his fingers. They say that one way to relax is to come, don’t they? At this moment, I decide I’m going to take charge and get what I want. I’m not sure if it’s the adrenaline from the events today or that I’m all of a sudden hooked on Ezra’s touch, but what I currently want is to come. I shift a little and swing a leg over Ezra’s waist to straddle him. The couch faces toward all of the main entry points, so he can keep an eye on everything, there’s no reason for me to not do this right now.
“What are you doing?” he asks.
I quiet his question by leaning in and pressing my lips against his. Just that little touch is enough to give me the chills, and I press harder. I moan into his mouth and lick my tongue against his teeth as if that’s the secret code to gain entrance into the orifice. As if he knew my intentions, he opens and lets my tongue in to explore. Our tongues dance back and forth between kisses, and I grind my body against his. He still has one hand slung over the couch, but the other has moved to my hip to guide my movement.
“Ezra, I need you,” I breathe out as I break from our kiss.
“Are you sure that wasn’t a poisonous kiss?”
