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“Keep going, baby.” I coax her with my tongue.
“My fiancé was a” —she gives a gasp as I flick at her clit again— “bad man. He was going through initiation to become a brother, but it turns out he was using me to get to the head of the family at the time, Bronson.”
I haven’t heard this story before. I want to know more. And I want to taste more of that perfect pussy. I lap at her sex, using the flat of my tongue to encourage her to continue her story.
She shudders as she speaks. “He tried to kill Bronson to gain power for the family he worked for. He stabbed him, but Bronson won the fight and killed him. Thank God.” I add a second finger to the first, pressing it into her tight pussy as I lick her. She shudders, offering more. “But it took me a long time to trust again.”
“And after that, you became Charlie?”
She gives her head a little nod. “Unh… I was so… so ashamed after that. I wanted to become someone else. Leave little loveless Alice behind. I started going by my middle name. I dyed my blonde hair brown.”
I pull my mouth away from her sex just long enough to ask, “And your husband?”
“I don’t know.” She shakes her head. She would have come by now, but my questions make her think and speak and she can’t focus solely on the orgasm. I’m drawing it out slowly. “He was the first guy I felt kind of okay around. The Beauties all wanted me to be married, to not be alone. They pressured me and… Oh my God. That feels so… I’ve never told anyone this, why am I telling you this? I loved him but wasn’t in love with him. Oh my… I’ve never said that out loud, have I?” She gasps as I swirl my fingers inside her. “I was lonely, and he was a good man, the opposite of my fiancé. I guess you could say…he was a safe bet.”
I pump my fingers inside of her, stroking her clit with the pad of my thumb. I stare up at her face, so beautiful, so tortured. “Then what happened?”
“He died on our honeymoon. A diving accident.”
My hand stills. “And you’ve been alone ever since?”
“That’s why I don’t date. I’m cursed.” Her words go to a whisper as she glances down at me. The pain in her eyes makes that strange tugging in my chest return. “I don’t want to lose another one.”
I slip my fingers from her. I want to make that pain go away.
I grab her thighs. “Thank you. For telling me.” And I bury my face in that gorgeous pussy of hers, eating her out. She calls my name, “Nikolaos!” Her breaths gasp in hard, shuddering bursts as she comes.
I keep going.
“Oh my God. I can’t take anymore—”
I lap at her clit, keeping a steady rhythm. Her hips start to gyrate, moving in time with my tongue. A whine rises from her as she rides the wave of a second climax. Her entire body tightens into one tense muscle, then the sweet release hits her and she cries out. Her body crumples against the bedpost.
“And the handcuffs?” I ask.
“I wanted an explanation of what I saw in the boathouse tonight.” She glances down at me, giving me a sheepish smile. “I was supposed to be interrogating you.”
“You’ve been such a good girl. Telling me the truth.” I stand, leaning over her, pressing my body against hers as I reach behind her to unlock the cuffs. I press a little silver button. One she could have very easily pressed herself to get free. I reach behind her head, slipping my fingers through her hair. My mouth finds hers, locking us in a deep kiss. When I pull away, she’s breathless.
“Get dressed and I’ll show you what you want to see.”
15
Beast
It’s freezing out here.Two a.m. I made her put on a couple of layers as well as one of my coats. It’s too big on her, swallowing her up and making her look positively tiny, but it’s keeping her warm. She’s clinging to me, her arms wrapped around one of mine, her hand small in mine. She’s scared, but she trusts me. I can feel it. A newfound sense of responsibility washes over me. I brought her here. I’m the only one who can protect her, keep her safe…
Make her happy.
First, I have to show her what I’ve been hiding.
“Tell me what you saw in your spying,” I request, leading her down the dimly lit path.
“I saw the guy that brought us over drive up in a boat. He pulled a tarp back. And there were women on the boat.” She gives me a nervous glance, her trust wavering as she continues. “Then, I saw one of the girls in the room. She was in bad shape. She looked like she’d been… hit.”
“She had. All the woman on my boats have been hurt. The scream you heard the other night? That was Dr. Williams popping a dislocated shoulder back into place. She’s often setting bones, giving stitches.”
“Oh my.” Her hand squeezes mine.
