I hold her like that and we enjoy the moment alone together. I forget about everything, about Anton and the other slave girls, about the upcoming attack on this place, and about Riley’s abusive father. I forget about everything and I just concentrate on her, on the one person that’s proving to be more important than anything else.
I don’t know how much longer I can keep this up. But I do know that nothing is going to hurt Riley. Even if Anton finds me out, I’ll save her. I don’t know how, but I will.
She’s mine, and I’m slowly realizing that I’m hers, too. It’s not happening all at once, but it’s slowly taking me over. This mission went from one that’s for the greater good to being all about the way this girl makes me feel.
Fuck, it’s all so fucked up, but it doesn’t matter. Right now, all that matters is holding Riley and making her feel good.
17
Riley
Logan has to leave too soon after he touched me and got me off, but I can still taste him lingering on my tongue. That night, I dream about him again, but this time he’s trying to tell me something, except I can’t hear him.
I wake up with a start, still in my jail cell, trying to figure out what he was saying to me.
It bugs me all day. What’s my mind trying to tell me? I guess it doesn’t really matter, but I keep seeing his mouth moving, his face urgent, but nothing comes from his lips. I scream and try to reach for him in the dream, but nothing helps.
The morning passes. Logan comes with breakfast, and then lunch, and then dinner, but he doesn’t stay. He simply drops it off, smiles at me, and then leaves again.
I’m not sure why he’s leaving, but I feel off all day long, anyway. The dream lingers in my mind and for some reason, I’m not in the mood to play a game. Maybe he senses that and is leaving me to try and figure this out on my own.
I didn’t have to suck him off like I did. That was entirely my own choice. He didn’t ask me to, although I could see how hard his cock was the whole time. He wasn’t hiding his arousal, but he didn’t force me into anything.
I was down on my knees, completely exposed to him, and I just wanted it. I wanted to taste him. I wanted to make him feel as good as he’s made me feel. I don’t know what came over me, because I never really wanted to suck a guy off like that before, but it was incredible.
My hand between my legs, my mouth wrapped around his cock, it was something I never knew I could enjoy. But I did enjoy it, in fact, I absolutely loved it. I was dripping wet and so close by the time he finished, and it didn’t take him long to finish me off in turn.
Night comes and I’m still torn. Maybe I’m manufacturing so much of this, but I’m still a prisoner and I’m still confused. I don’t know if it’s wrong to want to give myself to him like this. He just makes me feel so good, so damn good, and that’s hard to argue with. Maybe it’s wrong, but it feels so incredibly good.
Night comes and I have to stop reading. Whenever Logan isn’t around and it’s too dark to read, I more or less just lie around in my bed and wait until it’s morning. Sometimes I count sheep to help me pass out, but tonight I feel exhausted for whatever reason.
I’m half asleep when I hear the door to my cell creak open. I sit up with a shot, sudden terror running down my spine.
This is one of the things I’m most afraid of. The guards can come into my room at any time and Logan isn’t around to protect me at all hours. They can come in here and kill me, end my life so easily, and there’s nothing I can do about it.
The person steps into my room. My eyes are adjusted to the dark but I can’t tell who it is. There are a few guards that I’ve seen in my time here, but this isn’t one of those. Maybe it’s a new guy, here to try me out. Maybe he doesn’t know that Logan promised to keep me safe.
“Riley,” he says.
I let out a breath of relief, practically crying. “Logan,” I say.
He steps into the moonlight and kneels down next to my bed. “Are you okay?” he asks, concern on his face.
“I’m okay,” I say. “You just scared me.”
He smiles. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to.”
“I thought you might be a guard,” I say.
“A guard?” he asks, puzzled for a second, and then nods. “Oh. I see. Has that happened?”
“No,” I say quickly.
“Riley.” He takes my hand. “You’d tell me, right? If they touch you, I’ll kill them.”
I’m surprised at that. I know Logan promised to keep me safe, but I didn’t know he’d actually hurt his own people. They are his people, aren’t they? I can’t imagine he’d kill someone in his own group. Then again, he clearly seems like he’s reluctant about all of this. He said this is his first time. Maybe he’s not really part of the main bad guys, but got sucked into this against his will. He was vague when I asked him how he got involved.