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Not the taking.

But the gift that was being given.

She came apart around my fingers with her eyes on mine because I would not let her look away, and then I felt her go. I felt her legs quit underneath her, and I got an arm around her and lifted her clean off that floor so I could continue to pleasure her. Then I held the whole weight of her against my chest with one arm, while she screamed out her release. And honestly, I had never in my entire life heard such a delicious sound.

The sweetest song from my little bird.

Then she went limp on my shoulder and let me hold her up, trusting me not to let her hang by her restraints. And when I brought my fingers up and tasted her, I understood that I was finished as a man. Because whatever I had been before that afternoon was over, and something else was standing in the water in its place.

Moya idealnaya kukolka… My perfect little doll.

I went back to my cell after that with her underwear in my fist, my next prized possession. I lay on that cot in the dark with the block quiet around me and held that torn scrap of wet cotton up to my face and breathed her in, and I was gone inside of a minute. I didn’t even try to draw it out as there was no need to. Because it was already the most vivid thing that had ever happened behind my eyes and it had happened that same day in real life, which was a thing no fantasy has ever managed.

Her mouth open. Her eyes on mine because I told them to be. The noise she made when I went into her tight heat, and the weight of her going out of her own legs and into my arm.

Good girl. My good girl.

I came harder than I ever had in my life, with my fist between my teeth and her scent all over me. And yet even when it was done my cock still pulsed with need, waiting until the moment I could feel her tight pussy inviting me in. I lay there in the dark on a prison cot in a foreign country and laughed at the ceiling like a lunatic. Then I wrapped her panties around my hand and slept nine hours without waking once.

Which was how a man ends up in a good mood.

I lay there at six thirty and I didn’t think about my father, or about the man I came to this country for.

I thought about a shower stall, and about how much more there was still to do. I thought about our beginning, one that had no end in sight for her. Because once I left here, I would be taking her with me and I now knew, that I would never let her go.

But before that could happen, I thought about what came next for us. The anticipation of getting her all to myself again. I vowed to myself I wouldn’t claim her fully in a place like this. I wouldn’t fuck her here, as I had already made plans in my mind for when that would happen. But play with her… oh that, I would certainly do and more.

The next room would be better than the last one, a bed instead of tile. A place I could lay her down and feast between her legs… fuck but my mouth watered at just the thought. My cock was fucking steel just thinking of all the delicious ways I could torture her, making her cum over and over again. And next time, I would plan it even better, so that I could take my time with her… hours of it.

I would strip her out of those scrubs entirely, and she would not be standing while I did it. Her hands free, because I wanted to know what she would do with them once she stopped being able to help herself. I wondered if she would beg for my cock, beg me to fuck her, even after I denied her. Because I wouldn’t, not until I had stolen her away out of this country and into mine. To a place where there were no shifts and no doors I had to buy. Where there were no time limits and nobody’s name on her but the one I gave her.

Soon, little nurse.

I had eight days left in that building by my own arrangement, which meant eight days of a woman walking into my reach.

Days of learning all there was to know of her, of taking a little bit more each time until she stopped flinching at the sight of me. Days of training her body to crave my touch. I would break her and put back the pieces exactly how I saw fit. My poor little doll, she had no idea what I had in store for her. How I intended to mold her into the good little girl I knew she could be for me. Fuck, but just the thought of her body and mind submitting to me… it would be the sweetest fucking surrender.

So, I lay on that cot at six fifty listening to the wing come awake and I thought, quite calmly, that she would be here in an hour. And I…

I intended to be her first patient.

23

WHEN A RABBIT RUNS

THE GHOST

The guard came at eight forty, and by that point I was more than eager to get myself down to the infirmary to see my little nurse. But I also wanted to be assured that she was all right after what happened. Because the more I thought back to our time together, the more that nagging feeling grew at the back of my mind. And it was all down to nine words and the way she reacted to them.

‘I know your last name is not really Vale.’

The fear in her face had been immediate and there was a part of me that regretted saying it… and I had never regretted anything in my life.

The guard stopped at my cell door and all it took was one look at him and it came back. That low, crawling certainty that something was off.

“Thought you’d want to know,” he said, pausing long enough to clear his throat,

“Your nurse never showed.”