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I didn’t quite understand the word he used, but his accent was undeniable. A Gaelic cadence coated his words and caressed every cell in my body. His rough hands continued their intoxicating, rhythmic motion on my flesh as if he were memorizing every contour, committing each curve to permanent residence in his mind. His warm breath sent thrills to my core as he closed in and gently removed the straps. Held up only by his strength, he released my bonds as if he held the authority to do so, and knew I would fall without his help. His warm gaze met mine, and he smiled down with a gentle and yet fierce longing.
“A-Alice,” I gasped as his fingertips traced my breasts, and I stuttered my reply.
A glint of gold captivated me as he lingered on my skin, slowly tracing my areola. The light caught my eye as I spotted a ring on his right hand, exposing a wolf entrapped in what seemed to be a Celtic knot. The symbol intrigued me. I wanted to ask what it meant, but instead, I remained lost in the melodic lilt of his accent once again.
“Hello, Alice,” he grunted, right before he picked me up and lay my back against the wooden table off to the side, pushing aside the items that cluttered the surface. His tongue darted across my thigh and then brushed through my sopping wet slit. Heightened awareness left my body in desperate need. I cried out as he drove that talented tongue deep and sensually, almost soothing my entrance with each deliberate stroke.
My body shook with desire and I hung my head back, not knowing what to think of this unknown man. My hands tightened on the wood as I gripped it with force, my mind lost in a cloud of lust and confusion. I needed something, some small measure of kindness to anchor me in this moment. I was afraid I would drift away, forced back into the deception of Wonderland. As he swept across my clit, I screamed in delight as I came on his tongue. Every delicious aftershock jolted through my frame as he held tight and lapped at my core, sucking and licking until I was clean.
His chuckle rumbled through me as he left a light kiss on my mound. “Come now, I’ll take care of you.”
“Are you a knight?” My question was meaningless in its haze of euphoria, my head lulling to the side.
“What’s that?”
“A white knight. You rescued me.”
“Ah,” he answered with a light laugh, “and so I did,gráinn.”
He gently pulled me from the table and cradled my weak body in his arms.
“I have you, Alice.”
His soothing words moved my wounded spirit and I sobbed quietly as I curled up in his lap while he sat on an abandoned chair. He never left my side, allowing me to cry until his soft caresses lulled me to sleep. I vaguely remembered when he left the basement and brought me to a private room that no one could enter.
He was exactly what I needed at that moment.
Rex and Reed had been cruel to leave me hanging there without any remorse for what they had done, without a single explanation. I was left to the wiles of their perversions, handed over by the man who called himselfMaster.
Butthisman had come to save me from their ruin.
If it was the last thing I did, I would find him.
I would seek my freedom with my newfound stranger.
MyWhite Knight.
* * *
“Alice. Alice!”
My eyelids fluttered open and through my blurred vision stood a seething Zachary. I frowned, confused by the familiarity.Zachary. Since when were we on a first name basis?
“Doctor Coburn.”
“Wake up, Alice.” He was cross with me, I could tell. Cold and distant, his manner was unlike how he usually behaved and interacted whenever we were together.
“Have I angered you, Doctor?”
He glared in my direction as I glimpsed the depth of the anger in his green eyes. His jaw clenched tight, he flat out refused to respond or speak for several minutes. I wondered what had aroused his ire.
Once he spoke, I was taken aback at the venom in his deep voice. “Tell me more about this man you so deliberately spoke about, Alice. What’s his name?”
I stared out the window and searched my thoughts, wondering if this conversation was wise. The tall oak trees were barren as the wind whipped through the deadened branches, and the sky a misty, overcast gray. It was a dreary, cloudy day, just like my memories.
“I can’t tell you that.”
He didn’t care for my response. “You can’t or you won’t?”
