Page 67 of Resistant

“I didn’t want him to give me oral sex. It was too personal. But he offered me enough credits that my boys and I could escape and stay hidden for a long time.

So, I gave in. I tried to withdraw in my head, but he wouldn’t allow it. He made me keep eye contact with him the whole time. He didn’t fuck me. He…performed oral sex and forced me to orgasm. Then he left.

He came back, and he told me that the Reform was planning to take my kids, but he could keep them safe.

All I had to do was agree to go to the trafficking auction where he would buy me and take me to his home. He promised me that I could see my boys every so often.”

I feel the shivers run down her spine as she shakes, and I tuck her in closer to me.

“Nathan was taken. And then David and I packed up the old truck in the early morning hours and we tried to leave but I got pulled over. And you know the rest.”

I scrub my hand over my face trying to find words. The problem is, my Angel isn’t weak. She’s a fighter and much stronger than I could have ever comprehended.

It’s a fucking wonder she ever let me touch her down in the stocks. I fully understand how fucking lucky I am to have her here with me, willingly. This fucking day and the past creeping back to bite us both in the ass. I sigh.

“Angel, I don’t have all the answers tonight. I promise you that we will figure this out together. I’m not going to agree to anything without your consent, and that goes for the exit plan too. You are so fucking strong, I’m only grasping at what you have been through, and if I can help you avoid more pain, I will do that. I’m in this with you, and I’m not backing out. Neither of us is safe here, so my main priority is you, me, and your boys. I promise.”

She lets out another sob, and I turn her to face me and softly kiss her mouth. I pull her flush to my body and intertwine my legs with hers.

“Try and get some sleep, Angel. I’ll watch over you. I’ve got you.”

She buries her face in my neck. I stroke her hair. I keep it up long after I hear her breath even out in sleep. She mumbles, and I try and soothe her without waking her up.

A few hours later, her breathing changes and I realize she is awake. Her fingers graze over my face, much like our first time in the stocks, like she’s memorizing my features with her fingers. It’s something she’s done several times now and I wonder what it means.

She pushes her body into me until I roll on my back and she’s straddling my hips. I hear the whisper of her shirt as she pulls it off and flings it to the floor. Her panties follow and she’s grabbing at my briefs.

I lift my hips and my briefs hit the wall with a thud. Her mouth closes over my cock, and I groan, feeling the hot wetness of her sucking mouth.

I grab at her hair and guide her over me. She’s fucking perfect for me in all ways, but especially this one. Her fucking mouth, Jesus. I pray to God that she stays with me after we get ourselves out of this place. She lets me go with a pop and sinks her wet pussy right over my cock and I hear her gasp in my ear. She rides me, and I clutch her close to me in the darkness, letting the pleasure roll over me.

“Angel, take what you need baby.”

I groan as she picks up the pace. My hands trail over her chest and I twist a nipple hard between my thumb and finger.

She groans as my lips close around her other breast. Sweat is beading up on my brow and I fight down the urge to come.

She’s panting over me, and I revel in every whimper and moan. She pulls away and sits straight up and I watch her body writhe in the shadows. She’s silent as she comes. I watch her lose control and I’m awestruck that this woman is here with me.

I roll us over and I kiss her deeply, my tongue seeking hers. I slide back inside her wet heat and I press my palms into hers above her head. She locks her fingers over mine. Her eyes are heavy and they droop closed on a sigh. I nip her lip, and she opens looking at me in surprise.

“Eyes on me baby.”

I move in her slow and deep, feeling her pussy clutch tighter around me. I keep a slow pace, she’s so wet that the sloppy noises between our bodies is louder than our moans.

I let myself go, sliding a hand into her hair and gripping it tightly and burying my nose in her neck. She holds me for several long minutes.

I feel like saying something stupid, something that will make Brynn run from me and my chest constricts with emotion that I wasn’t expecting. I shift and pull her into me. She curls up, plants her face back in my neck, and drifts off into a deep sleep.

The next morning after almost no sleep, I’m reading what Riesa found out from the IP address. It’s a dead end. Turns out the IP address would only lead me to the hotspot, which I’m sure is destroyed by now.

Riesa ran a scan looking for the open hotspot and came back with zero. I make a mental note to ask Riesa about the internet here and if I can organize my work time around a schedule when it’s available.

My next problem is Knox, and I know I’ll need help getting information about him. I fire off a message to our rouge mole to see what he can dig up. At this point, I have no idea who to trust and I’m taking shots in the dark hoping we don’t get burned.

I set up the sample slides from Brynn’s vampire drone and begin to take a look. Without more samples for group comparison and more genetic information, I don’t know what I hope to find out.

I set up a slide with my own blood and begin the tedious work of comparing the two, but without knowing how much radiation she was exposed to, and the ability to measure any radiation that may linger I’m at a loss.

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