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His hands find my hips and begin massaging small circles across my ass cheeks. Slipping between

my legs to tease me.

But this isn’t about teasing. So I lift up, place his cock at my entrance, and then sink down.

He moans and forces my face down to his. This kiss is harder. More desperate. More demanding.

Like he needs to take control of something. Anything.

Me.

I sit up a little and begin to fuck him slowly. My long hair dragging along his chest as I rock back

and forth. Trying to get him as deep inside me as possible.

His hands come up to my breasts. Gripping them tight, then easing up until his touch is gentle and

nice.

I lean my head down and sigh when we bump foreheads. Our breathing matches and gets a little bit

heavy. His eyes open, and my eyes open, and that’s when I know what I have to do.

I plan it as we make love. I iron out all the details as he thrusts deep inside me. I accept the loss

that’s coming when I arch my back and moan up at the ceiling.

And when we come, I know what I have to do.

I know everything in that moment.

But mostly I know this: I would do anything for this man.

Absolutely anything.

When we’re done we shower together. It’s not a big shower because this isn’t a stateroom, just a

guest room. But he lifts me up and slips his cock inside me, and we fuck this time. Nothing but lust.

Nothing but desperation. Nothing but the primal need to connect before it all turns to shit.

And then we get dressed. I don’t complain about the tactical gear. I don’t care about the heat, I just

put it on. He adjusts my armored vest, making sure I’m as safe as I can possibly be. And then we head

up top together where Logan is pacing back and forth in front of the navigation table with a satellite

image of the prison island in the center.

They plot and plan. Many men come in and join us. At one point a breakfast buffet appears on the

other side of the dining room and people begin to eat.

I scan the weapons lined up on a long table as Johnny walks over to me. “You want a gun?” he

asks.

I swallow hard, do my best not to sigh, and then look at him and nod. “Yes. Can I have this one?” I