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I moan through the pain and discomfort for the first few seconds of penetration, recalling that he prepared me for this the last time. But then his dick gets past some critical point and it slips in easily.

“Fuck, you are so tight, Grace. I love this, I love fucking your ass. I love the way you clench around me”—he slips his fingers between my legs to play with my clit—“when I do this.”

“Ohh,” I moan out as he flicks the sensitive folds with his finger. And then he withdraws his cock, leaving me wanting so badly. “Don’t stop,” I plead. “Please, more,” I groan.

He lifts my hips up. “On your knees, Grace,” he says in his Master voice. “Get on your knees.”

I don’t have to do much, just prop myself up mostly, because his strong hands lift up my hips and that’s all it takes. He reenters my ass—this time it slips in easily—and pounds me from behind. I forget that a few moments ago I was lamenting the withdrawal of his fingers, because his balls slap against my clit with each forceful entry.

“Yes,” he says, laying his chest over my back. Covering me completely. Dominating me completely. His dick far up inside me. “Come for me, sweets,” he says in a low whisper. “Come for me. Squeeze my cock.” And then his mouth is on my shoulder, biting, a sting that drives me wild, because his hand is between my legs, teasing my pussy.

I feel my orgasm building. His fingers increase their motion, and then his teeth find my earlobe and it’s over for me. He’s biting, his dick is in my ass, and then he places his fingers, still wet from my own juices, against my lips. My mouth opens and I suck off his hand as I explode.

My body shudders. The muscles in my legs are trembling so bad, I want to collapse back onto the bed, but his hand is still covering my pussy, holding me up as he continues to thrust.

And I’m barely done when he withdraws and flips me over again.

I’m jelly now. Pliable. Malleable. Satiated, still reeling from my release.

He points his dick at my face and when I look up at him, he’s asking.

I open my mouth, my heart beating fast from the orgasm and the fear.

He releases the dimple just in time for me to catch it before hot semen spills on my cheek, not quite making my mouth, and his head falls back with a long groan.

It takes several moments for him to compose himself and then he falls down onto the bed and wraps me up in his arms.

“I love you.”

What?

“I love you, Grace. I love you. I don’t even care if that freaks you out or whatever. It’s real. And I’m saying it. You don’t have to say it back. But I love you and you’re mine.”

Chapter Ten

#SheDidntSayItBack

SHE DIDN’T say it back.

I am a complete loser for telling her I love her. I’ve known this woman for a few weeks and I’m caught in this unwinnable situation, and even though I know this shit is getting complicated, I can’t stop feeling this way.

I fucking love this girl. She’s beautiful, and funny, and smart, and honest. And even though she thinks she wants things from me, she doesn’t. She has zero expectations.

It’s just… I’m afraid the reason why she has zero expectations is because she doesn’t feel she can count on me. And that sucks. I feel like such a failure.

“Wow, is this your parents’ house?”

I look over at Grace as we pull up to the gate house. “Like it?” She cranes her neck, trying to get a better view. You can see the house from the gate, but only a little portion of it.

The guards wave me through and we cruise up the driveway and park in front of the fountain.

“Wow,” Grace says as I pull the e-brake on the 911. Grace lets out a long whistle. My house is Hollywood Hills nice. But my parents’ house is Beverly Hills royalty nice.

“Stay put, please,” I say as she unbuckles her seatbelt. “I open doors,” I explain when she shoots me a puzzled look. She smiles big at that and I catch her biting her lip as I get out.

I go around to her side and open the door. One long tanned leg steps out and I’m fixated on her pretty peach toenail polish. I smile at her as I help her out of the low-riding sports car.

“Thank you,” she says with a hint of shyness.

I put my arm around her shoulder. “You’re welcome.” I point to a white van with a satellite dish parked at the side of the house. “The media is here, Grace. But they have strict instructions not to approach you. So don’t be worried.”

“Oh,” she says as we stop in front of the large white double door that stands ten feet high. The house is what I’d call ornate. Very reminiscent of Old World royal families. I hate it, but it is what it is. The door is covered in fancy scrollwork and there is no door handle, but it opens up almost immediately.

“Welcome home, Vaughn,” my mother says. She leans in for a kiss and then directs a beaming smile at Grace. “It’s lovely to see you again, Grace. Please come in.”

“Thank you,” Grace replies in a soft voice. One that tells me she’s not sure what to do and my mother is making her nervous.

But my mother always greets me at the door. I could just pull around back and go in myself, but we’ve been doing this welcome-home thing for almost a decade. It’s a tradition for me. Not one I want to break. I have very few normal traditions in my life and this is one of them.

“The crew is set up in the atrium, Vaughn. Conner is finally back from his trip, so he’s here.”

Yeah, Conner’s trip was really a cover for the new business he’s been trying to set up for the past six months. But my parents don’t know anything about that yet and that’s how it’s going to stay. One thing at time.

“Great, is Felicity here yet?”

“Yes, she stayed the night. She said”—my mother chuckles—“she went home last night and you had broken the no-date rule, so she left.”

“Oh, no,” Grace says, he face stricken with panic.

“Felicity is just dramatic, Grace. Don’t let her guilt you. Is she with Conner, Mom?”

“Yes, they’re both in the pool house. Why don’t I give Grace the tour and you can go talk to your brother. He’s anxious about something and he’s been asking for you constantly.”

Grace bubbles her approval for a tour and so I kiss her on the cheek and leave her with my mother. I need to speak with Conner before this interview starts. I need to know what the fuck he and Felicity have found out about her abductor.

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