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I fucking loved it.
So much.
Her hands touched my face, her fingers sinking into my hair, then down toward my ass. As her nails sank into my ass, I knew she was ready.
Smiling down at her, I pulled out of her until only the tip of my dick remained. Then I slammed in, not giving her a chance to get accustomed to my length. I fucked her hard, using the leverage I had on the floor, feeling her tight cunt squeeze me.
Leaning down, I flicked one of her nipples into my mouth and heard her moan. The sounds were everything I wanted.
Her legs wrapped around my waist and I just couldn’t control myself. I’d promised myself I’d take my time the first time I made love to Emily. Who was I kidding? There was nothing better than being inside the woman you love.
I was in love with Emily.
She was my soulmate.
My reason for breathing.
Every single part of me wanting her and her alone.
We were destined to be together. I didn’t care how fucked up it was. The five of us against the world.
United as one.
“I love you, Emily, so fucking much.”
I didn’t last. I wanted to, but as I came, I filled the condom, wishing with every breath I took that I’d released into her pussy.
There was no way I wanted to lose her. My desire to bind her to me, to us, was so strong.
The pleasure ebbed away and Emily smiled up at me.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
She nodded. “You don’t regret this, do you?”
“No, hell, no. There’s no way I’d ever regret being with you.” I groaned. “I do have to get rid of the condom.”
“Yeah, right. Okay.”
“You think there’s any chance of getting you on the pill?”
She chuckled. “I’m sure if we talked to my dad, he’d be ecstatic.”
I pulled out of her and disappeared into my bathroom. There were knives everywhere. One by the sink, by the bath. I also had them in hidden locations. If anyone was going to hurt me again, they would be in for a surprise.
I disposed of the condom and walked back to the bed to find Emily holding a knife. Freezing into place, I watched her. All kinds of scenarios went off inside my head of what she could do. I didn’t want to think of any of them.
The biggest one right now was Emily taking her life. I wouldn’t let her die, but if she cut the right part of her body, she’d bleed out. I’d researched this myself to know the best way to attack. Watching her now, I felt fear. I hadn’t felt this way in so long.
Emily looked up and smiled. “You know this is dangerous,” she said. “It’s not good to have knives everywhere. Aren’t you worried about people coming in and getting some ideas of attacking you?”
“No one comes into my room.” I moved toward her, sliding into the bed beside her and reaching out to take the knife, but she pulled it away.
“I know what you think, but I’m not going to do that. When I do, it’ll be at one of your dads’ hands.”
“Don’t say shit like that.”
“Why not? We all know it’s going to happen.”
“Then why didn’t you run?”
She ran her finger across the edge of the blade, not next to the tip or in any way that would slice her.
I stared at her finger, mesmerized.
Emily turned to me. “When you were taken, you didn’t hide away. You knew there were monsters out there who would do you harm, right?”
“Yeah, I know.”
“If there are people out there who will even do you harm, what hope do I have, River? Sure, I can stab and I can attempt to kill, but I’ve never been trained. I don’t know how to keep myself safe. I’d only be putting off the inevitable and all I’ve done was hide. All my life that’s what I’ve done. Hid.” Tears filled her eyes. “I didn’t even know I was going to be sold off to the highest bidder. There have been so many revelations tonight. I don’t know how much I can handle right now.”
“Emily, we’re not going to let you die.”
“River. You’re not going to be able to save me. None of you are. That’s what is going to happen. You can’t save me.”
I would find a fucking way. I’d only just gotten this girl. I wasn’t going to let her go without a fight.
Chapter Eighteen
Emily
River was fast asleep when I woke up. I didn’t know how long I sat watching him. He was so handsome. His scars didn’t make him ugly. I saw nothing but the beauty he possessed. I wanted to touch him, but I also didn’t wish to wake him.
After everything that had happened last night, he needed to sleep. Death would happen.
I knew that now more than ever before. I was going to die. At one of their parents’ hands, but rather than be afraid, I was ready.
