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“Southern virgin angel? That’s Mercedes.”
Warner filled him in on the information.
“We have to find these sons of bitches. We need to notify everyone so they know these losers are out there hunting her and perhaps other women,” Kurt said.
“Not perhaps,” Warner replied and then clicked onto another screen. There was a list of other women. It showed their pictures and the prices they sold at or were being sold for. It was disgusting.
“I’m calling it in. This is a federal situation, too. There are more than a hundred women on this site. There are probably other sites, too.”
“Mercedes? How do we protect her?”
“By keeping her close. Like in our bed,” Warner said and logged off the computer then stood up. They headed out of the room and when they got to the kitchen Mercedes was slightly bent over the counter leaning next to Taylor looking at a magazine.
“This is the recipe?” she asked him.
“Yup, Kurt is a good cook. We’ll see if it tastes that good,” Taylor teased.
Warner watched Mercedes. He couldn’t help but to think about the pictures of her and the word virgin in bold letters. How would the men know that? Could they just be saying that to cause hype? Could Mercedes be a virgin?
“Warner?” she whispered
his name and he tightened up.
“What did you tell those men about you when you were on your date?” he asked, sounding hard.
She didn’t respond right away. His question shocked her.
“The men, what questions did they ask you and how did you respond? Did you tell them anything personal?”
“No. Nothing at all. Conversation didn’t run smoothly.”
He squinted his eyes a moment. His mind was traveling in so many directions, but it kept ending up with needing Mercedes. He wouldn’t let these men find her and take her from him and his brothers. He wouldn’t let them touch what was his.
He pressed up against her back. She tightened up.
“I missed you,” he said to her and leaned forward. She tilted her head up and sideways to touch her lips to his.
He ran his hands along her waist and gave her hips a squeeze.
“You look beautiful. As always,” he said after releasing her lips.
She turned in his arms and he lifted her up and placed her onto the island in the kitchen.
He pressed her legs apart and she gripped his shoulders, holding his gaze.
“Warner?” she asked and he pulled her closer, his mind on the images, the price on her body, the body that would be theirs.
He kissed her deeply and she kissed him back. As he lowered her down, her back touched the granite island counter and he pushed her skirt up.
“You belong to us. Every fucking inch of you,” he said.
He lowered as he pushed her panties aside and pressed a finger to her moist cunt. In and out he stroked her pussy. Then he added a second digit before he lowered his mouth to her pussy and took over. He swirled his tongue around and nipped at her clit. She rocked her hips and he reached down to unzip his pants.
“I need you, baby. We all do. Are you on the pill?” he asked and she gasped. She sat up and gripped his shoulders.
He grabbed her thighs, stopping her from pulling back. He pressed them against his thighs.
“Don’t push us away.”
