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By:Alexa Riley

“Good girl.”

Reaching between her legs, I rub her pussy and feel her sticky wetness. It’s not just from the tub. No, she’s slick with need. Her hips start to move with my hand, and I move the heel of my palm to her clit for her to grind against.

“That was so perfect, Liliana. Now you get a reward.”

Giving her a little more pressure, I rub her hard nub to get her off. It only takes a few moments, which makes me think she liked eating my cum almost as much as I liked eating her cunt.

She shudders and shakes as she climaxes, crying out, her pleasure echoing off the tiled walls. But I catch her and work her through her pleasure. She nearly collapses on top of me, laying her head on my chest. I smile at that as I rub the warm cloth up and down her back.

She’s worn herself out.

Chapter 7


Alexander brings the cracker to my mouth and I take a bite. Using his thumb, he brushes a crumb off my lip while I chew. His tender gesture makes me smile. I keep thinking I’m going to wake up any moment. That this can’t be real. It’s almost like I’ve fallen into one of my books.

When he offers me the rest, I take it, biting the tip of his finger and making his eyes narrow. But then I catch a smile playing at his lips.

“Keep that up and I’ll leave little bites all over you.” His eyes go between my legs. I’m sitting cross-legged on the bed, still complexly naked after just getting out of the bathtub. I follow his line of vision and see the little bite marks he put there after our bath.

He’d pulled me from the tub and dried my hair and brushed it, then placed me on the edge of the bathroom sink, putting his mouth between my legs once again, and licked me until I begged him to stop, until I couldn’t take any more. Then he stroked himself to release, spending on my skin and rubbing it in again, saying he had to put back what we’d washed off. He’d said I was never allowed to be without some of him on me.

I didn’t know what to think of that but my heart just fluttered at how possessive he was being. It made me believe he’d never leave me. I’d never be left alone again.

“I guess I mean more,” he adds, his hand reaching out, touching the little marks on my thighs.

Okay, maybe they weren’t so little.

“You can put them anywhere you like,” I tell him. I love them, too. They make me feel cherished and wanted.

“You need rest, little one, and I think maybe I should give her a little rest, too.”

I stick out my bottom lip, never wanting him to give me a rest. I’m tender, but I’ll be fine. He just laughs, leaning in and kissing me. He pushes his tongue into my mouth in that demanding, possessive way of his. It feels like he’s claiming me each time he does it.

Soon I’m on back, trying to wrap my legs around him, but he rolls so I’m on top. Releasing my mouth, he wraps his arms around me, and I lay my head on his chest.

“Rest. It’s my job to take care of you, and I’m sure those pouts will work on me most of the time. But not when I know you need something more.”

“Mmkay,” is all I can say, because I love the idea of him taking care of me. No one really has. I never knew my parents, and for as long as I can remember I’ve lived in this house. My grandma was never very loving, I always felt like a burden, like someone she was forced to care for, and I just tried to stay out of her way as best I could. She barely left her room herself. She left the women she’d hired to handle everything, even teaching me.

It’s why I became so engrossed in books. They’re all I’ve ever had, but not anymore. Now I have Alexander. He’s my hero come to life.

“Promise me you’ll never leave me,” I say sleepily wrapping myself around him.

“Never,” he growls in a deadly tone. I feel it deep in his chest, and it makes me feel safe while I drift off to sleep.

When I wake, the bed is empty, and panic hits me hard. Flying from the bed, I grab my nightgown off the floor, putting it on in haste. I take off at a dead run, throwing open the door to my room and heading down the hall as fast as my feet will carry me. I’m down the stairs and almost slip, but catch myself on the banister without slowing down. I can’t. I have to find him. The thought makes a loud sob escape my throat.

It can’t have been a dream. It must have been real. I can still smell him on me, feel him in me. He wouldn’t leave me. Please, no. I throw back the front door and see him standing with the same two men from before. They’re standing in front of a car, and one of the doors is open. Ready for someone to enter.

He’s leaving me.

He turns at the sound of the front door hitting the wall with a loud crash. His face is unreadable. I run towards him and fling myself at him, grabbing him as tight as I can. He catches me easily, and I bury my face in his neck.