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Agony.

Delightful agony.

And when he finally settled into fucking me even harder, driving himself into me relentlessly while his hands continued to torture and tease me, I was the one who broke first, ruining my voice even further as I tried to scream it out while my body contracted helplessly—ecstatically—around him.

And he didn’t stop then, didn’t let me go or let me relax, but hurled me into my next orgasm without a break, and then my third, and after a longer while, my fourth.

Finally… fucking finally… he lost control of himself and grabbed my hips to pull them as close up against him as he could, losing himself within me over and over as he released his completion.

I fucking hated it.

But I loved it.

I fucking hated him.

But I needed him.

I wanted this all to stop.

But I wanted it again, and again, and again…

13

Aria

I woke up in Matthew’s bed alone. The sound of a helicopter taking off was all I needed to hear to know he had left the house. Left me.

I don’t know if his intent was for us to sleep together since he had given me my own room, but after having sex, he had pulled me into his body and we both collapsed into a heavy sleep. The trip, the emotions, the sexual activity all had taken their toll.

Getting out of bed, surprised I still wore my sweater even though my bottom half was bare, I searched the floor until I found my pants, giving up on finding my panties. I wanted to get out of his room as quickly as I could and back to the respectable walls of my own. I’d literally just slept with my captor as if we were two normal lovers, and the shame of that fact was far worse than any of the dirty acts I had done with this man in such a short time.

Sneaking out of his room, hoping desperately that Tennessee wouldn’t catch me, I tiptoed toward my bedroom.

“Good, you’re up,” Tennessee called from downstairs, freezing me in my tracks. “I have breakfast almost ready. Get ready and come on down.”

How in the world he heard me, I had no idea, but my stomach growling ordered me to listen to the man. That, and the last thing I needed was his wrath after just receiving Matthew’s.

“I’ll be right down,” I called back.

I quickly cleaned up and put on fresh clothes. I did my best to ignore that my ass was tender, and my pussy felt a bit raw from all the attention in the past two days it wasn’t used to. I wasn’t really a bacon and eggs type of person, but the smells greeting me as I walked down the stairs were about to change all of that.

“How do you like your coffee?” Tennessee asked as I entered the kitchen.

“Black is fine,” I said, grateful for the sense of normalcy after the last couple of days.

He handed me a large mug of coffee and returned to flipping his bacon. “Matthew headed back to New Orleans this morning?”

“New Orleans? Why?”

“That’s where Spiked Roses is and his business partners.”

“What’s Spiked Roses?” I asked.

“A member’s only men’s club for the wealthiest fucks in the world. Matthew and six other men own it. I run it when I’m not whisked away to care for a beautiful mafia princess.” Tennessee looked at me and winked.

I sipped my coffee as I tried to steady my rising nerves that seemed to always happen when it came to Matthew—even speaking about Matthew. “Did he say when he would return?” New Orleans was pretty far away, even with a helicopter and a private jet.

“A few days.”

“And what are we supposed to do here?”

Tennessee shrugged as he plated the bacon and then reached into the oven to pull out a plate of eggs he’d placed inside to keep warm. “Hell if I know. I’m not used to this vacationing in a mountain cabin gig.” He walked over to the table and sat down, motioning for me to join him. “I guess we play Scrabble and shit.”

Scrabble and shit? Was he serious?

“Did Matthew tell you why I’m here? How I got here?” I asked, realizing that Tennessee may be innocent in all this and truly have no idea.

Tennessee reached across the table and dished some eggs and then bacon onto my plate. “He did. And though I’m not one to condone kidnapping, I trust the man. I also trust that this will all work out in the end.”

“For who?” I tried to keep my voice and tone calm. Maybe I could reason with this man to get us out of here while Matthew was away.

“He’s not going to hurt you,” Tennessee said. “Unless you want to count that ass whoopin’ you got last night. But I feel you had that coming. You could have prevented that, sugar plum.”



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