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After good wipe down, I placed her cell on her bedstand.

Ciarra’s reply came through before the screen shut off. Sweet dreams.

My snort didn’t rouse Addilyn.

Neither did my touch to her hip and shoulder as I pushed her onto her back.

Her robe gaped open, revealing the same T-shirt she always wore to bed. Blue and faded. Worn out in a few places.

The damn thing looked familiar…

White cotton panties peeked from beneath the hem—right at the apex of her splayed thighs.

My dick went from chub to full on ready to fuck, and I reached out to run a fingertip along the top of her thigh—back and forth beneath the shirt’s hem. Slowly lifting, pushing the soft material higher toward her hip.

Revealing her panties fully and sending a jolt of lust through my dick.

Pre-cum oozed at the thought of the pussy I’d dreamed of owning. Wet and hot. Tight and pink. Fucking delicious if the scent of her panties I’d taken all those years ago was any indication.

Swallowing drool, I pushed the shirt higher, my palm sliding up her side until her pert tit was uncovered.

Fuck. Me.

She’d lost a shit ton of weight, but her rack…

I shoved the shirt up to her neck and stepped back. Hip bones and ribs poked out under her pale skin. But those tits.

Teeth clenched, I palmed my dick and squeezed.

Fuck, how I wanted to do more than touch. I lusted to shove into her tight body and ride the fuck out of it until I exploded.

But she wouldn’t know.

Wouldn’t remember.

There wouldn’t be pain and tears.

And those things I needed to take from her.

I pulled out my cock and gave it a few good, hard tugs before deciding on the best way to ease the ache in my balls.

Fingers tucked beneath those virginal panties, I slid them down, right off her limp legs. Then I splayed those thighs wide open and drank in her beauty. Pink pussy. Fucking pale blonde hair—fuck, I had dreamed about what I’d find.

Mystery solved—a true blonde regardless of her dark eyelashes and brows.

“Fuck, princess.” I wrapped her panties around my dick, groaning at the lingering warmth of the cotton. I eyed the smooth folds of her pussy, the little nub at the top, and the dark crevice leading to her ass I couldn’t wait to claim.

Two strokes and my cum shot into her panties, my hips jerking and my hand squeezing and milking. My nostrils flared with every grunted exhale.

She didn’t move through it all.

Chest heaving, I gathered my cum in the wrecked panties, shoved them into my pocket, and yanked my zipper up. I’d claimed relief enough to get my prize back to Twinkie’s cabin that I’d prepared over the previous couple of days.

A place where no one would think to look, deep in the Alaskan wilderness, a shack that sat warm and stocked for a good two months’ worth of hiding out.

Lloyd would get his wish for Addilyn to disappear, but I had no intention of letting him see her ever again. She would be my prisoner until her twenty-first birthday.

I would have my revenge on the fucker who spawned me, his friend the sheriff, and even Devon.

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