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Leah didn’t have a nasty bone in her body. She was too sweet and too caring to ever do anyone harm.

“Come in,” she said.

He entered her room, closing the door behind him.

She still wore a towel. He hadn’t realized she’d been in the shower.

“I can come back another time,” he said.

“It’s fine. I trust you all. What’s up?” She had stepped out of her closet. The door was open enough for him to see she didn’t have many things. He made a note to rectify that. Leah deserved pretty things, clothes, shoes, lingerie.

He rather liked her without the lingerie and without the clothes. The memory of her naked was etched into his mind, and he didn’t want to forget just how sexy and hot she looked.

“There’s nothing up. This rose is for you.”

“For me?”

“Yes. It is in no way enough to repay you for the way I treated you the other day. I want you to know that I don’t behave that way usually.”

“Was it special for me?” she asked, taking the rose.

“I don’t trust anyone easily. I know I can trust you.”

“Why?”

“You could have run away by now or called the cops. You’ve done neither. You’re not hunting for the stash of drugs or trying to steal from us. You’re a good person, and I can see that.”

She smelled the rose. “Thank you. I really do appreciate that. You didn’t need to apologize. I got it. I’m new here, and well, it would be crazy to trust the daughter of an addict.”

He stroked her cheek. “She doesn’t define who you are.”

He saw her breath catch as he touched her.

Tank couldn’t deny the feelings that swept over him. One touch wasn’t enough. He stepped toward her, and Leah didn’t move back. She stayed right where she was.

With his fingers on her lips, he moved them into her damp hair, tilting her head back.

“I’m going to kiss you right now,” he said.

“Okay.”

“You’re not going to protest?”

“No.”

He slammed his lips down on hers, taking the kiss he’d been wanting since the other night. He couldn’t get her out of his head, and he didn’t want to. Moving her back toward the bed, he fingered the towel, letting it drop to the floor as he eased her down. She looked up at him, a little startled.

“This is more than a kiss.”

“I want to taste your pussy. Will you let me?”

“Are you going to ask permission for everything?”

“It’s what a gentleman would do,” Tank said.

“I don’t need you to be a gentleman. Just don’t hurt me,” she said.

He licked down her body, sucking on each of her tits, biting down. He heard her cry out, and the sound echoed off the walls.

Tank didn’t care who heard. She was perfect.

He’d believed that even before she slipped on the bathroom floor, and well now, he wanted more. So much more.

Trailing his lips down her body, he spread open her legs. Opening her thighs, he knelt on the floor and finally looked at her virgin cunt.

He saw how wet she was. The lips of her pussy were open just a little, and he saw her virgin hole, not to mention her asshole. He wanted both. For now, he simply stroked a finger across her clit, feeling how wet she was.

Holding her lips, he leaned forward and brushed his tongue against her nub.

She gasped, and he sucked her into his mouth, using his teeth to create just enough pain that it was almost too much. The pleasure would be so intense for her. He didn’t want to hurt her; that wasn’t his intention.

Pain and pleasure could go hand in hand. That’s what he wanted, to blur that line. To make her ache for more of him.

When she went to sleep at night, he wanted her to think of him. He wanted to put his mark on her body, and to watch her beg him for what he could do.

Sliding his tongue down her slit, he circled her entrance, and it was so tempting to fuck her. To take that cherry all for himself, but he couldn’t do it. Not yet, she had to be ready.

He wasn’t small.

He was one of the biggest of all the men. Only Edge was bigger, and yes, they had all measured, but they were all well-endowed in the dick department. He’d never had a single complaint, and he wasn’t about to start.

“I’m going to come,” she said.

She cupped the back of his head, and he growled as she pressed her pussy against his face. It was so perfect, and when she came, he didn’t stop licking her, wanting every inch of her to belong to him.

He slowed down his licks until he finally stopped, giving her the chance to get herself under control.

He moved up her body, kissing her, before staring into her shocked eyes.