She swallows hard, pulls her hand back, and quickly removes her clothes, setting them neatly on the rolling chair as I drop mine on the floor. She pushes my shoulders until I lie flat on the bed and then straddles me. She grabs a hold of my cock, positions it between her legs, and then lowers herself over me. She groans loudly as I grasp her hips and start to thrust up against her.
“Slow,” she whispers as she leans over me.
I comply instantly, sliding in and out of her, inch by inch. Every doubt and mistrust I had is gone as I merge with her, and I am instantly lost in the sensation. Riley kisses my chest and then my neck. I have to push up with my heels to stay inside of her as she practically crawls up me to get to my ear.
“What didn’t you tell them?” she whispers as she bites the lobe. “Speak as softly as you can.”
She grinds against me, moaning loudly again. Her question has caught me off guard, and I’m not sure at first what she’s doing.
It’s a distraction.
She said there were several people monitoring from behind the mirror, which means they are all watching us now. Human nature says they’ll focus on something else so those around them don’t think they’re being voyeuristic.
I grin, rather proud that she thought of such a tactic. I place a hand on the side of her head and press my lips to her jaw.
“Merle told me who I was. There was another man there—a man I knew before. I’ve known him my whole life.”
“They could have been lying to you.”
“They weren’t.” I grab her by the waist and roll us both over. I rock into her a few times before leaning back over to her ear.
“How do you know?” she whispers through grunts.
“Because I’ve had dreams about him. In my dreams, I knew my name.”
Riley stills for a moment and then wraps her legs around my waist.
“How long have you had these dreams?” she asks.
“As long as I can remember.” I cup one of her breasts, tweaking the nipple with my thumb. “Probably before I could remember anything. You know better than I do. You erased some of my memories from the beginning.”
She turns her head slightly away, but I grasp her chin and turn her back to me. I stare in her eyes before kissing her again.
“It is true, isn’t it?” I murmur against her mouth.
“You talked about a past when the treatments first started,” she says. Her lips trail down my throat and she digs her fingertips into my back. “There was a slight defect in your implant, but we corrected it.”
“And wiped out who I was.”
“You were upset…confused.”
“So you took my memories.” I thrust into her harder, and she gasps.
“You weren’t supposed to have any!” She tilts her head back and moans as I start to pound into her.
I wrap one arm around her hip and the other around her shoulders. I pull her close, run my nose up her jawline, and accent each of my words with a hard thrust of my cock.
“Did you know where I came from?” I pound into her. “Did you know I was forced into this as a punishment? Did you know that the whole time?”
“What are you talking about?” She lifts her head and presses her forehead against mine. “I don’t understand.”
“I didn’t volunteer, and you know it.”
“That’s not true, Sten.”
I grit my teeth, grip her tighter, and slam into her again.
“My name is Galen!” I growl each syllable into her mouth.
I slow my pace slightly to allow her to catch her breath. She keeps her arms and legs wrapped around me as I sit back, pulling her into my lap. I run my hand over her ass and pull her against me as she leans her head on my shoulder.
“Fine!” Her voice is a hiss in my ear. “Galen, then! That doesn’t make it any less true! You volunteered for this! You wanted to serve the Mills Conglomerate in this capacity—all of you did! You’re soldiers doing your duty! You agreed to have your memories erased, or I never would have done it!”
“I didn’t agree to anything. I didn’t agree to have my farm taken away. I didn’t agree to have my sister raped and killed. I didn’t even want to sign that fucking loyalty oath, but they made me do it!”
“Loyalty oath?” Riley pulls back to look at me, her voice dropping low. “That can’t be right.”
“Why not?”
She doesn’t answer. She pushes my chest until I release my grip around her waist. She climbs off of me and gets off of the bed. Grabbing her clothes from the chair, she dresses quickly and grabs her bag from the desk.
“What are you doing?”
“I need to go,” she says. “I’ll be back in the morning.”