the sight of my exposed breasts, my nipples beginning to harden from the chill in the air. With a sigh he nodded. “You’re right.”
Slipping in beside me, he gathered me into his arms and I eagerly snuggled tight to his warm, hard body, all the while thin king about how fucked up this was – cuddling with a virtual stranger, in a sex room while biding my time before I was sent back to my cell and ultimately sold.
Laying my head on his shoulder, I fingered the contours of muscle in his chest and lower to his abdominals; the muscle rippled and jerked at my touch, as he ran his fingertips up and down along my upper arm, not even attempting to touch me more intimately. It felt so nice, almost relaxing.
He just didn’t seem to fit in here. As much as he stated otherwise, I felt in my heart of hearts he wasn’t like the others, known it from the moment I set eyes on him. So what was his deal? Had he known about his father’s activities from a young age or was he gradually introduced into it? So many questions and no answers.
I was so lost in my ponderings over him that it wasn’t until his body tensed and his free hand grabbed mine that I realized I’d absentmindedly reached the waistband of his jogging pants.
“As much as I’m trying to restrain myself, you’re making this hard. I can only hold myself back for so long.” Removing my hand from his stomach and placing it on his chest, he stroked the side of my face with the palm of his hand, his thumb tracing my bottom lip. His blue eyes caught mine and I could see the hunger flaring up in them, sending a tremor through me.
What was with this man? I never trembled at Brandon’s hand like this. Maybe it was the danger hovering around us, knowing that in less than a week my body would no longer be mine; as it was Lance was the only reason it still was to a small extent. Maybe this was one of the only opportunities I had left that I could make the decision myself on who touched me and how.
His hand slipped from my cheek to settle at my neck. I gasped as his hand gently closed around my neck. It would be so easy for him to hurt me right now. All he had to do was tighten his grip around my neck and I’d be done for, but I knew he wouldn’t. And he didn’t.
He rolled to his side facing me, and his fingertips began to trace my collarbone, his gaze leaving mine and concentrating on the travel of his fingers. I closed my eyes and focused on the feel of him touching me. His fingers wandered along the side of my breast, and down my side to my hip, pushing the blanket down and exposing me fully to him in the process, taking care not to touch the large bruise forming along my bottom rib. Despite normally being naked in front of him, the feeling of being revealed to him this way seemed more intimate. How could a monster touch me with such tenderness?
I almost drifted to sleep being soothed by his touch exploring me, while avoiding my most intimate areas. I could only imagine how hard he must be, but I didn’t attempt to touch him any lower than his chest.
“I need to take you back.” His proclamation cut into my tranquil state and my body tensed, as my eyes flew open. I don’t want to go back. I don’t understand why he can’t keep me with him. He seems to like me.
“Already?”
“Yeah. I have matters to attend to.” He leaned forward and placed a chaste kiss on my forehead before slipping out of the bed.
I wanted to protest, but didn’t, instead I slid out after him. I still had a few days, maybe.
Chapter 7
I woke up on my cot in my little cell to high-pitched screams and shouts of vulgarity. My eyes sprang open and I sat up on the cot to see Tanner unceremoniously throwing a screaming redhead into the cell beside me. The girl, who appeared to be just out of high school, fell backwards against the brick of the back wall. Looking over at Becca, she didn’t even bother to open her eyes to see what was going on. No doubt she’d been through a
Slipping in beside me, he gathered me into his arms and I eagerly snuggled tight to his warm, hard body, all the while thin king about how fucked up this was – cuddling with a virtual stranger, in a sex room while biding my time before I was sent back to my cell and ultimately sold.
Laying my head on his shoulder, I fingered the contours of muscle in his chest and lower to his abdominals; the muscle rippled and jerked at my touch, as he ran his fingertips up and down along my upper arm, not even attempting to touch me more intimately. It felt so nice, almost relaxing.
He just didn’t seem to fit in here. As much as he stated otherwise, I felt in my heart of hearts he wasn’t like the others, known it from the moment I set eyes on him. So what was his deal? Had he known about his father’s activities from a young age or was he gradually introduced into it? So many questions and no answers.
I was so lost in my ponderings over him that it wasn’t until his body tensed and his free hand grabbed mine that I realized I’d absentmindedly reached the waistband of his jogging pants.
“As much as I’m trying to restrain myself, you’re making this hard. I can only hold myself back for so long.” Removing my hand from his stomach and placing it on his chest, he stroked the side of my face with the palm of his hand, his thumb tracing my bottom lip. His blue eyes caught mine and I could see the hunger flaring up in them, sending a tremor through me.
What was with this man? I never trembled at Brandon’s hand like this. Maybe it was the danger hovering around us, knowing that in less than a week my body would no longer be mine; as it was Lance was the only reason it still was to a small extent. Maybe this was one of the only opportunities I had left that I could make the decision myself on who touched me and how.
His hand slipped from my cheek to settle at my neck. I gasped as his hand gently closed around my neck. It would be so easy for him to hurt me right now. All he had to do was tighten his grip around my neck and I’d be done for, but I knew he wouldn’t. And he didn’t.
He rolled to his side facing me, and his fingertips began to trace my collarbone, his gaze leaving mine and concentrating on the travel of his fingers. I closed my eyes and focused on the feel of him touching me. His fingers wandered along the side of my breast, and down my side to my hip, pushing the blanket down and exposing me fully to him in the process, taking care not to touch the large bruise forming along my bottom rib. Despite normally being naked in front of him, the feeling of being revealed to him this way seemed more intimate. How could a monster touch me with such tenderness?
I almost drifted to sleep being soothed by his touch exploring me, while avoiding my most intimate areas. I could only imagine how hard he must be, but I didn’t attempt to touch him any lower than his chest.
“I need to take you back.” His proclamation cut into my tranquil state and my body tensed, as my eyes flew open. I don’t want to go back. I don’t understand why he can’t keep me with him. He seems to like me.
“Already?”
“Yeah. I have matters to attend to.” He leaned forward and placed a chaste kiss on my forehead before slipping out of the bed.
I wanted to protest, but didn’t, instead I slid out after him. I still had a few days, maybe.
Chapter 7
I woke up on my cot in my little cell to high-pitched screams and shouts of vulgarity. My eyes sprang open and I sat up on the cot to see Tanner unceremoniously throwing a screaming redhead into the cell beside me. The girl, who appeared to be just out of high school, fell backwards against the brick of the back wall. Looking over at Becca, she didn’t even bother to open her eyes to see what was going on. No doubt she’d been through a
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