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Hard.
Stuffing herself so full neither of us could breathe. We were nothing but gasps and moans and burrowing fingers. She stayed seated that way for a few excruciatingly blissful seconds before she eased up then propelled herself back down, using my shoulders for leverage.
“That’s right, ride me, baby. Told you I was going to have you spread out on my bike. Nothing fuckin’ better than having my girl wrapped around my cock, earth around us, metal beneath us.”
She started rocking, rising up and driving down. Shocks of ecstasy shot up my spine with every stroke.
I shoved up her tank, exposing those gorgeous tits, and I took a hard-tipped nipple between my teeth.
Her fingers drove into my hair on a gasp, trying to grip on though there was little to hold on to, her touch wild as she started to buck.
I gripped her by the hips, guiding the angle so the metal ball of my piercing would hit that sweet spot inside her with each thrust.
I sucked and licked at her breasts, my hands gliding up and down her sides as she rode me.
She whimpered and writhed and moaned, and I couldn’t do anything but edge back a fraction so I could watch over her whileshe let go.
The woman bounced on my dick, pitching and lurching, unrestrained. Taking it the way she wanted it.
In it, I knew she was free.
And I loved it. I fucking loved it. Loved her.
My chest fisted tighter than it ever had before.
Fuck. I loved her.
Was never supposed to have this. But now that I did? I’d never let her go.
FIFTY-ONE
CHARLEIGH
TWENTY-ONE YEARS OLD
Her father tookher by the elbow where they were hidden in the hallway at her house. There was another function. Frederick putting on a show for his colleagues and friends. Acting the good guy the way he always did.
It meant she was also putting on a show. Entertaining their guests as if she were a doting, happy wife. All while her insides were a toil of desperation and despair.
Six months had passed since Levi was born. Six months of torment. Six months of fear.
Knowing she couldn’t remain there and raise this child that she loved more than anything she’d ever loved in her life. She’d heard it spoken of—a mother’s love. How powerful and unending it was. That you couldn’t truly understand it until you held that child in your arms.
She understood it now, and she understood the lengths she would go to protect it.
“I have a plan,” her father said, pinning on the fakest smileso it would appear as if he were having a normal chat with his daughter if someone were to notice them.
Hope blossomed in the middle of the turmoil, and she gulped around it and tried to play it cool.
She’d managed to meet with him several times over the last few months. In the few moments she’d been able to sneak away. He’d crumbled when she’d told him of the abuse she’d suffered, when she explained how she’d gotten wrapped up in the vilest of men.
Her father had wept. Had told her he’d been set up, too. That Frederick was using threats against her and her mother to blackmail him into doing his nefarious deeds. Forging his books and making his dirty business look clean.
It seemed Frederick Winston just twisted his manipulation in every direction. Using them all for his heinous will.
They’d discussed options. She knew the only thing she could do was completely disappear. Take her son and run. She just didn’t know how to do it.
Trapped under the rubble of this life that was going to destroy her.
