Beast's Demands (Crude Hill High 3)

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Earl

I hadn’t left Ashley alone on purpose. My work didn’t allow me the luxury of a lot of time away. I always had to be one step ahead of my enemies, and since fulfilling the dare to Ashley, I’d encountered several problems.

According to the cop I employed, three of the fifteen women had been reported missing again. Their last-known whereabouts put them outside of work. There was always the chance this could happen.

I wasn’t the only trafficker in the industry.

There were a lot of men and even women who used human flesh to make money.

The last shipment of girls had also been delayed because an attack at the docks had resulted in ten girls being taken, and three had been killed.

Not good.

I hadn’t had to deal with this kind of disrespect since I had taken over from my grandfather and people were testing me. A show of strength was needed, and that meant less time on the island. So much so, I hadn’t been back in days.

Upon coming home to find Ashley chin-deep in the ocean with the intention of swimming off, I lost it. With everything she’d caused, if she thought she was getting away from me, she had another thing coming.

I was shocked to see in the short time I’d been away, she’d lost weight. The sparkle in her eyes had dimmed a little. I didn’t like the woman staring back at me. I had to make it stop.

The fire had come back with the threat of taking her own virginity. I wasn’t entirely sure if she’d do it or if she was bluffing.

I hadn’t intended to fuck her while I was so angry.

With her naked, spread, waiting, her pussy soaking wet, and the weeks apart, I’d needed her.

After taking her, I’d released her arms, and she’d wrapped them around me. Her words were unmistakable even as she muffled them against my chest. “Please don’t leave me here. I don’t want to be alone anymore.”

I was a hard man. I didn’t break easily. I was used to taking what I wanted. Of fucking women and moving onto the next.

She’d broken my heart.

I hadn’t said a word. I picked her up, carried her through to the bathroom, and drew a soothing, salt-filled bath. Once she was inside, I’d returned to the bedroom. The sheets showed the evidence of her virgin state.

Blood mixed with my cum and her arousal.

I hadn’t brought her to orgasm. Even afterward.

After stripping the bed, I kept the sheets, a token, changed them, and returned to the bathroom. I’d joined her in the bath.

All of Ashley’s fight had left her. She’d collapsed against me, and I held her as I washed her body then my own. I’d put her to bed, and now I lay beside her.

I’d already slept for a couple of hours.

Watching her sleep was the pleasure I’d been after.

My marks had appeared on her body. Tiny bruises from my fingers digging into her flesh.

A stray curl lay across her face. Taking it with my finger, I moved it out of the way.

She looked so sweet. So sexy.

I couldn’t help but touch her. Placing a hand on her shoulder, I pressed a kiss to her cheek.

Eyes opened, Ashley smiled at me, and as she did, she gave a little stretch, which then caused her to moan.

I waited for last night to come as a reminder to her. The moment it did, I saw it.

Her eyes went wide. Her teeth sank into her bottom lip. The blush coating her cheeks had me wanting me to give her a reason to be a little embarrassed.

“What happens now?” she asked.

It wasn’t a question I expected. “I think it’s time I took you back to the living. The island is getting to you.” I didn’t want to see her chin-deep in the water, or worse, not find her at all. I didn’t expect her to ever try to escape. Her fear of sharks and the ocean kept her here.

I’d been unfair.

“Is this where you leave me?” she asked. “You got what you wanted.”

“Don’t. You freely offered it to me. In fact, you begged me to take it.”

“I was tired of waiting.”

“And do you think one fuck is going to satisfy me?” I pulled the blanket off her body and moved so I sat between her thighs. With her legs wrapped around my body, she couldn’t close them or keep me away.

Pressing my thumbs to her lips, I spread them open and with a groan, looked at her wet cunt. She was turned on. I wondered if I was the cause of her arousal, or if it was something to go with another man? A dream perhaps.

Jealousy struck me hard and fast.

I was a full-grown man. I didn’t feel this way. Not even about an imaginary friend. Pushing the thoughts to the back of my mind, I focused on her now.