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It’s too late anyway. You already stole her innocence.
The crushing reality of what I’ve done to her weighs on me like an avalanche. I lean back, looking up at the ceiling. Her soft fingers trace up my thigh, and my body betrays me as it turns to her.
“I’m sick of you not listening to me when I tell you what I want.” She climbs over the top of me, sitting in my lap and wrapping her arms around my neck again.
My eyes slice down to hers before resting on her lips again. My fingers tenderly reach around to grip her waist. She wraps her hand around my length, directing it to her soft entrance. I watch her mouth open in a gasp as she sits on it, sliding down until I’m fully inside her again. My hand moves up to cup the side of her cheek before meeting her eyes again.
“You don’t know what you’re doing. I’m insatiable,” I warn her, even as she pulls me into her.
I watch her enrapturing gaze as she rides me, learning her rhythm as she goes. She braces herself on my shoulders, bouncing up and down on me, moaning and gasping until she collapses with exhaustion onto me. I spin her around, placing her on the bed facing the ceiling with my feet on the floor as I continue driving into her for a few more pumps until my dick starts to pulse.
Even though I’m wearing a condom, I pull out before my release, tearing the condom off to come on her stomach and tits. My release is a wave of pure heaven, of almost four years of celibacy finally coming to an end. Still panting, I reach a hand down, smearing my seed over one of her erect nipples with my thumb, marking her. Some deep, primal part of me groans with pleasure at the sight. I collapse onto the bed right next to her, my body buzzing with the gratification.
She sighs contentedly beside me, tracing the outline of my ear with her finger.
It’s so innocent, an intimate movement between lovers. I stand up to discard the condom in the trash before dampening a clean washcloth with warm water in the bathroom. She tries sitting up, but the green-and-yellow bruise on her side looks even worse now. She collapses back against the pillows.
I clench my teeth as I spread her legs again, wiping away the blood on her inner thighs before cleaning my semen off of her chest and stomach. We don’t speak again as I lie down beside her, tucking her body in close to me. I listen to her even breathing as she falls asleep, wondering what the hell I just did to her.
35
ROSIE
Ispend the entire flight trying not to giggle and flirt with Holden like a teenager with a crush on her best friend’s older brother. A side of him I’ve never seen has come out. He’s pinching my waist, interlacing his fingers with mine, and not letting me get even twenty feet away from him. He’s smiling more, smiling at me.
Sex is something I’ve never considered being powerful enough to make me fall so hard for someone, but last night’s rendezvous, along with this morning’s steamy shower, where he got on his knees for me again, has my head spinning. The orgasms, combined with this tender, protective side of him, is about to turn my uterus inside out.
“Are you hungry?” he asks as we exit our flight and start following signs for the rental cars.
“I could eat. We should find some good sushi.”
His hand cups my lower back, guiding me around a group of men in jerseys. A few of them glance in my direction before seeing Holden’s expression and quickly looking away.
I shall never emotionally recover from this.
I bite my lip, wondering if he’ll take us straight to the hotel or to meet his contact first. My mind is already swirling with more positions to try, debating if he’ll be willing to bend my body around while it’s not fully healed yet. My lower half is slightly sore from last night and this morning, but it feels strangely good.
My eyes flash up to observe his profile, and I admire the stubble on his jawline he didn’t shave this morning. I ache to feel it against the skin of my inner thighs again. In the background, an image catches my eye. My stomach knots as it comes into focus.
It’s my face, plastered on a large TV screen in a hotel bar. Next to it is an older picture of my mother, from before she was drinking vodka around noon every day. I stop dead in my tracks, a swirl of nausea building inside me. Holden’s head swivels to follow my gaze. My heart pounds, my blood turning to ice. His grip on my hand tightens as we both stare at the closed captions on the screen.
A former Texas beauty queen was found alive today, after being held against her will for nearly three weeks at an undisclosed location near the small town of La Pradera, Texas. Evidence that her twenty-one-year-old daughter, Rosie Dixon, had been held captive in the same location for some amount of time was found at the scene. The woman who was found, Sheri Dixon, says she never saw her daughter, but she heard her screams sometime during her captivity.
At this time, Rosie Dixon is still missing.
She is the daughter of the mayor of La Pradera, Clay Dixon. Mayor Dixon and local authorities have started a nationwide manhunt in search of the victim’s employer. As it turns out, Holden Redford is a formerly convicted felon who was just released from prison less than three months ago. Redford was behind bars for killing a close relative of the victim, Cain Dixon, and was recently pardoned by the governor of Texas for the crime, although many believe the ruling was unlawful.
My throat constricts as Holden’s mugshot fills the large screen. I’ve seen the photo countless times, but somehow, it looks harsher and crueler than I remember.
With his cowboy hat and facial hair, he looks considerably different from the image where his hair is cropped short and his black-brown eyes hold no remorse. Judging by the casual faces of the people around us, no one seems to recognize us. They’re not paying attention to the screen. The photo they used of me is an old high school one from my senior yearbook headshots.
My body feels numb as Holden tugs on my arm, ushering me into a gift shop with racks of clothing. My vision goes blurry as I watch him grab a gray hoodie off of a rack and take it to the salesclerk, pulling me behind him and keeping his body directly in front of me. He grabs a pay-by-minute phone at the register and adds it to the purchase.
The clerk rings him up, and he pays for the items with cash. He turns to face me, ripping the tag off the hoodie as he holds it out for me to put on. I comply, my body suddenly growing weak and sluggish.
“I think I might faint.” I stare down at my off-white sneakers, still stained from the dirt at Redford Ranch.
Holden pulls the hood up over my head. He leans down, wrapping me in an embrace and directing me toward the exit.
