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  Grunts.

  Our audience reaches their own peak of pleasure and in a single moment reality pierces through the drugs and the high of loving Noah.

  Those are the people that are paying to watch us have sex.

  The ones paying to watch the people we care about get hurt and murdered.

  And they all just fucking came after violating us yet again by laying their greedy, perverted eyes on what should have been a private moment.

  Bile rises in my throat.

  Noah senses the change in me immediately. How could he not? I’m curled around him, skin pressed together.

  He eases off me, eyes troubled.

  I’m not the only one that just realized the sheer horror and depravity of what we’ve been forced to do.

  The drug is still a heavy presence in my system, but the adrenaline of that orgasm seems to have burnt off some of the effect.

  “I’m so sorry baby,” Noah whispers right before slowly easing his cock out of me.

  Without the rush of arousal, the pain of losing my virginity back there roars to life. I whimper with every centimeter he slides out and the look on his face breaks my heart.

  “So fucking sorry,” he repeats under his breath.

  Tears in my eyes, I shake my head, silently conveying that it isn’t his fault. We’re both pawns. Puppets for the perverse viewing pleasure of those rich, sick fucks that pay to watch us.

  And I have no doubt about it. They’re rich. Have to be to contribute to a large scale operation like this.

  Especially with who seems to be leading it.

  More bile rises. Dear God, are some of those people in the masks clients of ours?

  I start shaking all over again.

  Noah exhales roughly, sliding out of me entirely. He starts to reach for me then seems to think better of it. Expression taut, he exhales one more time before speaking. “May I please hug her? She’s in pain.”

  I gasp at his request to our captor.

  He did his best to keep his tone kind, but I can see how hard this request is for him. How much he hates that he had to make it. That he has to bow to that bitch in any way.

  “Was that a plea I just heard from you, Noah? An honest to God, unsarcastic plea?”

  I see his adam’s apple bob as he swallows.

  “Yes. Yes it was. Can I please hug her?”

  The audience outside applauds.

  Their sign of approval.

  “Aw. How sweet. You’ve managed to pull the heart strings of the audience.”

  Heart strings? As if those cruel, callous bastards have hearts. If they did, they wouldn’t be a part of this.

  “Go ahead. You can hug your pathetic little toy.”

  “Thank you,” he replies, keeping his tone even. He opens his arms for me.

  Despite the pain starting to radiate all over my lower back and ass, I rise as quick as I can into his arms. I need to take advantage of this chance. Don’t know when I’ll have another.

  He needs to know what I’ve realized.

  His arms squeeze down around me tight. He’s shaking. Trying to hide it, but I can feel the slight tremors rocking his tense frame.

  As the tears leak down my eyes, I press my face to his neck.

  “I’m sorry. You don’t understand love, I’m so fucking sorry.”

  Placing my lips against his neck, I rush to whisper what I’ve been dying to tell him all along.

  The truth of how we got here.

  Exactly who is behind the decision to have us taken and tortured.

  The one person who has always hated me even though I’ve never given her an actual reason to do so.

  The one bitch who always wanted to see me ruined.

  “Noah, I know who she is. I know who took us.”

  He almost can’t hide his reaction in time. The way every muscle jumps at my confession.

  Before he can pull away or we’re forced to separate, I murmur into his skin, “It’s her . . . it’s Valerie.”

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  My heart twists, right before it takes a skydive straight between my legs.

  The lips pressed against mine are soft, wet—hungry.

  God damn, I can almost believe she’s been as desperate for this as I’ve been. Just as obsessed. I give into the pull, letting Paige’s tongue—Paige-fucking-Madson’s tongue—slide sensually along my own.

  Licking.

  Taking.

  Mating.

  Paige pulls on my collar and we go stumbling, only stopping when her back hits the wall. She doesn’t seem to care, eating desperately at my mouth, making these perfect little sounds that leave my cock trembling.

  Fine by me. If she doesn’t care, good. I sure as hell can’t bring myself to turn away.

  Growling, I cup her face, her long strawberry blond hair tickling the back of my hands. I use my knees to push open her legs so I can get nice and comfortable between them. Once I have her right where I want her, I set in to eat her mouth with a vengeance.

  I want her to understand exactly what I’m going to do to her once I get my mouth on her pussy.

  It doesn’t even register in my mind that I’m actually thinking of eating a woman out. Something I never consider doing.

  She moans loudly into my mouth, like she’s all game, gun-ho to let me have at it.

  Fucking beautiful.

  Sliding my hands down her back, I bring her flush against me, rolling my hips so she’ll feel every hard inch of me.

  Paige meets my thrusts with one of her own, and I almost fall to my knees in gratitude.

  She gives off cold, but I’d known that inside her there had to be nothing but hot. I sensed it. Fantasized about it.

  Started foregoing sleep so I could stop fucking dreaming about it.

  Eight months. That’s how long she’s been driving me wild. And now she’s in my arms, just as wild—sucking on my tongue and humming in a way that makes me want to fuck her right here. Just rip her panties off so I can thrust deep. Oh . . . so . . . fucking . . . deep.

  I pull back, completely out of breath.

  Paige is undeterred. Her little fingers tighten in my hair, yanking my head back, her mouth finding the pounding pulse on the side of my neck. She licks and sucks on my neck just as she had on my mouth, as if she’s fucking high on the taste of me.

  My hips shoot up uncontrollably, grinding my aching cock into her. “Fuck, Paige. It’s going to be amazing between us. Can’t wait to be inside you.”

  A small giggle escapes her, and I find even that sexy. She leans her head back against the wall and gives me a drunk, adorable smile that makes me want to bite her. “I can’t wait to finally feel what that’s like.” Undulating her hips, Paige bites her plump bottom lip, scrambling my thoughts.

  Lust shoots through me so hard my vision almost blurs. Staring into her baby blue eyes, I grab her bare thigh, where her light pink dress ends, and lift her leg up onto my hip. “You’ve been thinking about it, too. Haven’t you baby?” With my other hand, I cup her chin and smooth my thumb over her lip.

  Her lips part and she nods breathlessly.

  I get so high on that confession. Straight up lightheaded. “I’m going to be the best fuck of your life,” I swear to her, meaning every single word.

  She giggles again. “You better be, considering you’ll be the first.”

  Her warm, moist breath caresses my thumb as she speaks, sending more heat spiraling through me. God, I need her naked. Now. I hitch her leg higher, screwing her through our clothes—

  Wait.

  What the hell did she just say to me?

  Paige tightens her leg around me, rocking into me like she’s trying to use my hard-on to get off. “Don’t stop, Elijah. Show me how it feels.”

  Her heat bathes my entire length, making me hiss. Jesus. For her to feel like that? She has to be so w
et for me, on fire for what I can give her . . .

  No! I have to focus, have to make sense of what I heard her say. Reaching deep down into the pit of myself, I search for the will to get the sexy girl grinding on me to stop. It’s the equivalent of bench-pressing a semi; my body fights me the whole way.

  She’s here, so close, utterly willing, seemingly desperate—more delicious than any woman I’ve tasted in a long time. How the hell am I supposed to let her go?

  “You better be, considering you’ll be the first.”

  Fuck. That’s how.

  Grabbing her wrists, I step away from her. My dick literally screams at me with every inch I put between us.

  Pouting, she whimpers, trying to get me close.

  I grind my teeth and fight the urge to bite her again. Another few steps back; more space between us. Yet another fresh round of misery courses through my body. I haven’t had blueballs for a long, long time, but I’m definitely heading there now. And it just might kill me when it’s through with me.

  Focus on the task at hand asshole. “What did you mean by that?” I ask her, voice hoarse.

  “What?”

  “What do you mean by ‘I’ll be the first’?”

  Her cheeks, already rosy from all the drinks and the kiss we shared, darken even more. The flirty, bold girl she’d been merely two seconds ago disappears. She chews on the corner of her lip, eyeing my mouth.

  Then, she shrugs as if what she’s about to tell me is no big freaking deal, and says, “I’ve never had sex before.”

  What. The. Fuck?

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