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  Her body goes rigid.

  “I have no clue how they shoved it in there but you need to relax or it will be painful. And I know it’s easier said than done but I don’t want to hurt you.”

  She slides out of my arms and starts to shed the clothes she has on. I make a mental note to burn those later. And add another mental note to ask the other old ladies for some clothes. Till then I’ll offer her one of my shirts when I put her to bed.

  She’s still tense when she’s standing naked in front of me with her full breasts and sweet curves. Obviously it’s a normal reaction with the shit she went through and now standing naked here with me—a man she doesn’t know—and a damn dildo up her ass I have to help her with.

  The need arises to reassure her again. “I can’t stop saying it but you’re so fucking strong. It takes a lot to ditch clothes in front of a stranger.”

  She gives a hard shake of her head. “They ordered us to do it on a daily basis. All part of the training.”

  “Still makes you strong as fuck for standing here. Now, this will be awkward either way but we could go for a little distraction to make it easier,” I offer.

  She looks at me with those stormy gray windows to her soul. Honest. Open. Raw. Intense. She’s a heart-stealing beauty. And in this moment, I’m handing over my balls to this woman indefinitely. No one is ever going to touch this woman; she’s mine.

  “What kind of distraction?” she questions.

  “A kiss,” I tell her with a raise of my eyebrow in a challenge and yet I can’t help to feel like a fucking fourteen-year-old who is negotiating about a damn kiss.

  She rolls her eyes and this is the first time I’m seeing a little feistiness shine through. “How would that be a distraction enough to pull something from my ass?”

  Laughter rips through me. “You’re really something, Coral. But come on, you haven’t been kissed by me yet. I’m very good at it. Mind-blowingly captivating even if I say so myself.”

  Bright. As. Fuck. Smile. That’s what I get in return. If I thought the woman was a hidden beauty underneath all the filth she’s covered with, it’s nothing compared to the captivating treasure I’m seeing now.

  “Okay, but you mentioned nothing sexual would happen. So, don’t try anything else,” she warns.

  Now it’s my time to smile. “Woman, I’m pulling a dildo from your ass, my hands will be too busy to try anything else.”

  We keep staring at each other in awkward silence until she finally whispers, “Let’s try kissing.”

  Good thing my jeans are still in place because my cock is trying to claw to the surface in an effort to personally give her a wave to cheer her on. It’s damn hard—no pun intended—to ignore my hard on.

  “Remember, you’re in control. Wait. I should get my VP’s old lady, Daniela. She’s a doctor. Come to think of it, she should be the one doing it, dammit. Sorry, I’m a dick for not offering, asking, what-fucking-ever. Want me to get her?”

  She straightens her spine and says with determination, “No. You’re here, I’m here. If you bring her in I would have to explain again. Ugh. Let’s just get this over with. You promised me food after the shower, right? I’m starving. Any chance you could throw some chocolate or ice cream into the whole food deal?”

  A blush hits her cheeks again.

  “Absolutely. Well, I guess we have a deal. So, come and get your kiss, I’m all yours.” I keep myself rooted to the ground and wait for her to make a move.

  For a woman who has gone through hell—and still is with a damn dildo up her ass, shoved there against her will—she’s holding herself strong. I am deliberately asking for a kiss and letting it be her choice to cause a distraction, rather than removing it clinically. It’s awkward any way we remove it and this way I get to soothe some of my raging anger.

  She lifts her chin and steps closer. When I think she reaches for me, she sidesteps, takes my toothbrush—adds toothpaste—and starts to brush her teeth. I shake my head and laugh. The way her eyes twinkle gives me the impression she’s laughing on the inside too.

  She spits and rinses before releasing a deep breath as she puts down the toothbrush while her tongue slides over her teeth. “You cannot imagine how good that feels.”

  “Anytime you’re ready,” I tell her, and still patiently wait for my kiss, because for sure as fuck I might be selfish . . . but I want a taste of something that makes my body feel good by just looking at her.

  C H A P T E R T W O

  – CORAL –

  Something as simple as brushing my teeth and I feel so much better. I would feel more like myself after a scalding shower and to finally get rid of the damn thing Tito shoved up my ass. Fuck, I hate that man, coming by each and every night for the last couple of days. But it’s over now if I can believe the man standing before me.

  A gorgeous man if I allow myself to really take him in. Short, dark hair, scruffy beard, bright green eyes, muscles all over and those tattoos; this man is the ultimate bad boy prince who saved me. Prince charming. My hero. I’ve dreamed of it. Every second of the time they held me captive I was hoping someone would swoop in and save me. It never happened, though. Until today.

  The emotions going havoc inside me are confusing and all I want is to hide in a corner and cry until I’ve drowned in misery. And yet I also want to bury myself in the strong arms of the man who screwed over Mrs. Long, the woman who held me captive, freeing me while locking her up in return.

  I should be afraid. I should scream and run away and yet . . . the man in front of me offers me comfort. He stays calm through this whole ordeal, even if the emotions are plain on his face how he too is hurting for what I went through.

  I step forward and take the man’s scruffy face in my hands and notice how full his lips are. My breathing picks up and anticipation starts to burn low in my belly. How on earth is it possible to crave a kiss in this moment?

  I lean forward, connect our mouths, and let my eyes fall shut as I press myself against him. The low rumble of appreciation flows through his chest and vibrates against my breasts, making me gasp. His tongue swirls inside and it’s as if lightning strikes and it jolts me into a passionate awareness. The kind where every nerve ending of my body lights up, and it’s all because of this man.

  A moan gets stuck in my throat when I feel his hands slide to my hips. Oh, dammit. He’s going for that thing up my ass.

  “Stay with me. You taste so fucking good. Anyone ever tell you how magnificent your mouth is? I don’t think I’ve ever tasted lips as enchanting as yours,” Dreamer murmurs against my lips before he starts to slide his tongue against mine again, captivating me into...into a dream.

  Dreamer. This man sure lives up to his name. Right when I want to completely lose myself, discomfort and humiliation assault me like being splashed by ice water. The kiss abruptly ends as I dash away and get sprayed by the warm water. My chest is heaving and my throat is closing up.

  Dreamer holds his hands palms up. “It’s done. You’re okay. Relax.”

  “I’m not okay,” I hiss and my eyes start to sting.

  “No. You’re not.” He sounds torn and to my surprise he slowly turns around to give me his back. “I’m giving you the privacy you deserve but I won’t leave you. I would be too fucking worried you’d fall or slip and hurt yourself.” His voice drops to a whisper when he adds, “Or deliberately hurt yourself.”

  “I won’t hurt myself. I could have ended my life weeks ago but I didn’t. And I’m not going to do it now that I’m away from that place and those vile people. I survived.” And why am I hissing at the man who saved me?

  “Keep talking, Coral. I need to know you’re still with me if I don’t have eyes on you.”

  Persistent and demanding man. Why doesn’t he just leave me to it? Is this the next thing I’m in for? Being shoved around by a biker? Or rather shoved away into his room to be his personal slave. He didn’t even blink, stutter, or look shocked when Mrs. Long tried to sell me. He pulled it off skillfu
lly. Not to mention the whole kiss and pull a dildo out of my ass move, as if he’s an expert.

  I’m freaking stupid to let him kiss me. Create a distraction, he said. I mentally snort. I’m so, so stupid. I should have asked for the woman. The doctor he mentioned. Would he still get her if I asked him to? Would he leave or would he deny me? Did I fall into another trap? I’m almost afraid of the answers.

  But I should ask so I know what I’m in for. The sooner I know, the sooner I can think of a way to escape instead of lowering my guard to think I’m completely safe.

  My heart races in my throat when the words fall out choppy. “I’d like . . . I want . . . can you get the woman? I’d like the woman here instead of—”

  He slowly spins around and I brace myself for the smack in my face I’m sure is coming.

  “Aw, fuck,” he mutters underneath his breath.

  I gasp and open my eyes when I feel a soft touch on my cheek. “No worries, gorgeous. I’ll be right back. Please don’t do anything foolish. And I’m sorry for asking you to kiss me and I probably screwed-up kissing for you. And for myself. It was stupid and selfish for me to ask. Shit. I fucking enjoyed it too. Hell, the reason I asked was because I figured it would soothe some of the anger I have because of what was done to you. But I realize now it was poor judgement on my account. Let me go get Daniela for you, okay?”

  He spins around and without thinking I reach out and grab his wrist. “No, don’t. I just wanted.”

  Shit. I can hardly say, “Test you.”

  His green eyes stare into mine. Many might see the rugged, bulky muscle of this rough man but the warmth he can give with one single glance is all I notice. He doesn’t say anything but grabs a shampoo bottle, squirts some in his hand and signals for me to turn around so he can wash my hair.

  With weeks of no shower—and being beyond the point of being dirty—it’s liberating to smell the soapy fragrance of this man’s shampoo and have his fingers delicately massage my scalp. I should have known my savior would be the real deal. Why did I need to test him while clearly all he wants to do is help?

  Because you trusted a cop before and look where that got you, my conscience easily supplies.

  Dreamer reaches for a cloth and squirts some shower cream on it. “Sorry, you’re going to smell like me.”

  As if that’s a bad thing.

  “Believe me when I say, as of this moment, it’s my favorite scent. Not showering or anything for weeks is not something I would like a repetition of.”

  “Never again,” he growls low.

  He slides the cloth over my arms, shoulders, back, and drops down to his knees to clean my legs and lifts my feet one by one to wash my toes.

  He slowly rises and hands me the shower cream. “Here you go, sweetheart. Clean the rest and I’ll go fetch you one of my shirts you can sleep in.”

  I don’t have time to so much as nod or say one word before he’s already out of the bathroom. I glance down at the bottle. He literally touched me everywhere except for my ass, pussy, and breasts; ignoring my private bits.

  I blink a few times and ultimately jump into action to wash up quickly. Turning the water off, I reach for one of the fluffy towels Dreamer laid out and relish in the softness and cleanness I’m enveloped with. I reach for another towel to wrap my hair in when I have the other one snug around my body.

  When I walk into the room, I notice a clean shirt along with boxers and a pair of sweatpants on the bed. No Dreamer, though. I snatch up the shirt and the boxers and head back into the bathroom. Throwing the towels in the hamper, I put on the clothes and stroll back into the room at the same moment Dreamer opens the door.

  He’s no longer wearing the wet jeans but he’s dressed in a shirt with sweatpants. There are two women behind him, one I recognize; she was the one I mouthed help to and who warned Dreamer. Without thinking I rush past Dreamer and hug the woman.

  “Thank you,” I croak.

  “Okay, enough,” Dreamer grumbles and gently pulls me away. “Like I mentioned, she can’t wait to spend time with both you, and Daniela. But she only did one of three things I need her to do. Tomorrow morning, bright and early for all I care, you girls can huddle, cuddle, and chitchat for hours.”

  “Huddle, cuddle, and chitchat. Really?” Daniela rolls her eyes and gives me her full attention. “Are you okay till then? I’m a doctor. If there’s anything you need or want to talk about, I’m right here.”

  I give her a warm smile, thankful for her offer. “Thank you. Dreamer asked if I needed you but I’m fine. Really. Just hungry and completely drained. And not to mention relieved. When I failed to escape the last time I thought I didn’t have a chance ever again. I’m thankful for all of you. I don’t have any family or friends and the day I was taken, I was supposed to leave for Australia. I don’t have a house, no job, nowhere to go to catch my breath. So, really, you guys doing this for me means a lot.”

  Ry rubs my upper arm. “Go on and let Dreamer pamper you. If there’s anything, call or text. He has a new phone for you with all our numbers programmed in there.”

  “Thank you,” I manage to whisper, my throat clogging up again.

  One final hug and they leave the room, closing the door behind them.

  “Come on, I ordered some food and raided the kitchen. I didn’t know what you liked so I brought a bit of everything.”

  I am hungry. So damn hungry, but I mostly hunger to be in this man’s arms where I feel safe. What’s wrong with me? I should run far away, but where would I go? I have nothing and no one while these strangers offer me what I need right now. I’m lost in my head and gasp when Dreamer is suddenly standing in front of me.

  “Hey, it’s just me. You’re okay.” A deep sigh rips from him before he mutters, “Fuck it.” And takes me in his arms.

  My body sags against him and in this moment it’s as if everything suddenly comes crashing down because I’m a heap of sobs and tears instead of holding strong to survive whatever comes next. Dreamer patiently rocks us back and forth, and when the sobbing fades I realize we’re on the bed and I’m sitting on his lap.

  I don’t even care at this point if I’m a mess or how I’ve drenched his clean shirt in tears and snot. I mean, this man pulled a dildo out of my ass and held me before I had a shower and was covered in weeks of filth. I’m pretty sure this man doesn’t get weirded out by anything.

  But I do care. “I’m sorry,” I grumble and wipe my face with his shirt.

  “Did you just apologize and then blow your nose with my shirt? Nice.” Laughter rumbles though his body. “All good, sweetheart. I’m here for anything you need. And believe me, I’ve been covered in a lot worse.”

  I believe it and absolutely think it’s blood he’s talking about, maybe even some brains or whatever. The way he’s all fierce and a part of an MC. Not to mention the fact that he repeatedly said they would take care of whomever was a part of who captured, and held me captive, to auction me off. I do hope he kills Tito, the dildo-shoving-asshole.

  Shit. I push away and glance around to see if there’s a clock. “What time is it?”

  “Why?” Dreamer questions.

  I find his green eyes for comfort and strength. “Because the one who shoved that thing up my ass has been coming around every night at eleven for the last few days.”

  “If that was his routine he would be there within two hours. Fuck. I have to go and talk to my brothers. We need to take that fucker and squeeze him for information. And that’s before I fucking kill him for touching you.”

  I never thought for once in my life I would seek comfort in someone telling me they would kill for me. And yet now I could kiss this man for caring enough to pamper me with a shower, comfort, delicious smelling food, and making sure I stay safe.

  Without thinking I grab his face and crash my mouth to his. Instantly I’m wrapped in sweet bliss I could drown in for days to pin my fucked-up life into place and finally surrender to something that makes me feel good.

  H
e instantly opens and slides his tongue over my lips to swirl against mine. I hungrily kiss him. More like I’m on a mission to devour him and right when I realize I might be going a little overboard, he pulls back and guides my head to the crook of his neck.

  “Damn, woman. Your kisses are addictive and I’d gladly get lost in them, but that would lead to some serious cock action and you’re not ready for that yet.”

  “I might be,” I mutter, not even the slightest bit repelled by the idea of having sex with him.

  Yes. I must have lost my mind to think about having sex while just being rescued from people who were training me to become a sex slave. Not to mention the whole dildo up my freaking ass part.

  A groan rumbles through his chest. “Coral, wrong thing to say to a man like me.”

  I nuzzle his neck, inhaling his delicious spicy scent.

  His arm slides up my spine and into my hair, keeping my head in place.

  “Gotta stop, babe. I ain’t no sweet lovemaking man. And what you need right now is a moment to catch your breath instead of gasping for air.”

  “I’m not complaining, you are,” I grumble.

  A husky chuckle flows through him. “It takes everything in my power to resist you. And I do promise, Coral, there will come a time real fucking soon I will take you up on what you’re offering. But for now I’m going to be a damn gentleman and not give you my cock.”

  My body goes rigid and his refusal strikes hard. I’m so freaking stupid. What the hell must he think of me?

  “Oh, no you don’t,” he says on a rumbled growl.

  He pulls my head back by my hair and slams his mouth over mine. Again with the instant bliss and pleasure highlighting my veins and I melt into him. This is where I want to live and never leave. But it’s over just as quickly as it started.

  “Now hear my words, and let them sink in. You mentioned you had nothing and nowhere to go. Well, I’m going to offer you a deal since you make my cock rock-fucking-hard and if the way we kiss is any indication of how we’ll fuck, I’d be one lucky bastard to have you as mine. So, I’m claiming you as my old lady. It gives you full protection of an MC at your back, and it also gives you access to whatever is mine. Including the house I recently bought a few miles down the road. I’m still renovating, and it might look overgrown since I don’t do gardening shit, but I’m sure you’ll appreciate a roof over your head and cabinets stocked with food. And this is by no means a trade in sexual favors. If you don’t want to get involved with me, that’s okay too: I just need you safe. It stands for how long you want.”