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A deep groan leaves me, and my mind goes blank. She runs her hands through my hair and the touch of her fingernails lightly running over the back of my head takes me to another level. My only thoughts are of how her sexy body feels wrapped around me and her light touch.
She knows what to do, obeying her body, rolling her hips and chasing her own pleasure. Her back arches and she leans her head back, exposing her beautiful neck. I take the opportunity to kiss, bite, and suck the delicate flesh there.
“You’re so tight. You feel so fucking good. God, your pussy is perfection.”
She gives a little giggle at my words. I dig my fingers into her hips, hoping to leave little circular bruises for her to find tomorrow. I lift my hips, bringing her down and burying myself further inside of her. Her head flies forward. She tucks her face into the curve of my shoulder.
“Oh my God. Oh my God,” she pants.
She’s getting close, her muscles tightening around me. And thank God because I can’t hold back any longer. She feels too fucking good. She gives a little mewing cry, clutching me. I lift once more, giving one more good, hard thrust, and let go.
The climax is such an intense release, I can’t think or breathe as it happens. It rips through me, cleansing my soul, warming my blood. When I come to, she’s staring at me, a lazy look of pleasure on her face.
A face that I can’t stop thinking about.
I ease her up off of me. “I wish I could stay with you, but I have some work I have to do tonight.”
“Oh, yeah?” She gives me a curious look. “Anything to do with the boathouse?”
“I thought you gave up your investigating.” I kiss her forehead, taking her by the hand to lead her to her room.
“I did. I was just curious.”
“You remember what curious little girls get. Mind your business.”
I leave her room, taking a moment to walk the grounds before I undertake the task ahead of me. I’d do anything for this family, take any risk. I still remember when Dante first started recruiting me for the Bachmans, wanting me to leave my post as an Air Marshal in the Greek military to join them.
He took me on a tour of the Parrish, the family’s private island, wooing me like a bride. They’d started off with only a few boats purchased from the priests of a tiny Catholic chapel, hence the name Parrish.A hefty price was paid for the Bachman island to be documented as uninhabited. The island is home to the Mediterranean branch of the family that the American Bachmans love to visit.
The island is in the Aegean, the sea that separates Greece and Europe from Asia Minor. There’s a second, smaller island for weapons storage. We even have our own landing strip for private jets.
Elegant, tasteful, three-story opulent homes made of white stone bless the island. Enormous glass windows overlook the turquoise sea. Marble floors, marble counters, verandas with ocean views on every level. Pristine wooden docks. Terracotta-colored patios dotted with black metal bistro tables. Each home is different, but they all sport red tile roofs and black shutters, and colorful flowers in wooden window boxes.
Children run freely, loved by parents, raised by all. Men are devoted to their women, and the rules for marriage are the same as the Village. The island’s residents police themselves, without outside political or law enforcement influence.
The marriage rituals are the same and the grueling initiation process is a direct replica. The swirling black tattoo Rockland, our leader, designed is inked on each member when they enter the Parrish Brotherhood. I wear one proudly on my own chest. I’ve seen Charlie eyeing it whenever she gets a chance. She likes it too.
Children coexist with Bachman life; they are sheltered from the more delicate domestic marriage elements, but it's not suburbia. It's a seaside village. The family gathers every Saturday for brunch to celebrate another good week.
In the past, men would travel hundreds of miles to pledge themselves to the Bachman Brotherhood. Carpenters, bankers, gangsters, chefs. Word got around to the other islands, and the Parrish grew and so did their income.
Those men fell in love with the family’s way of life.
So did I.
I joined soon after that. Never looked back. I’d do anything for this family.
She’d best stay away. There’s too much at stake. And if she knew what we’re doing out here…
She’d want off this island as fast as possible.
13
Charlie
I can’t believeI did it again. I let him take control, ravish my body, and this time in his sex dungeon no less. At least this time there was no unprotected sex, so that was responsible…Yeah, whatever you have to tell yourself to make yourself feel better, you little sex fiend.
She’s an annoying little truth teller. I roll my eyes. Thanks, she-devil.
