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He pushed my bra down and lightly stroked my nipples. So much sensation, my brain shut off and all I could do was feel and pant in the open air. How could he be away from me for so long and remember every fucking thing that set me off? As my body continued to jerk, he settled an arm against my hip, forcing me down so that I couldn’t writhe no matter how much my body wanted to.

             
“Jaxon,” I quivered. “Please…” Please what? Make it last forever? Or get me there? I didn’t even know what I wanted.

             
He sucked fiercely at my clit, sending off bolts of pleasure and pain. I couldn’t fight it if I tried. I always unravelled so embarrassingly quick with him. I cried out and tried to grind against his face, needing the pleasure as much as my next breath.

             
I shook at its abruptness, so unpredictable and strong like a lightning bolt. My body savoured in the pulse of it. I felt every bit of tension loosen inside of me. Jaxon kissed up my body until he was hovering over me with his own content smile on his glossy wet lips.

             
“You taste so damn good,” he said as he undid his jeans.

             
I smiled and eyed his hands as he pulled down his jeans. I fought my hardest to say the next words without laughing. “Hey, Jaxon?”

             
“Hmm?”

             
“I want to… suck your penis.”

             
He stopped suddenly, eyeing me like I’d just lost my mind before his lips broke into a seductive grin. He knew exactly what I was referring to. “That was possibly the most unsexy thing I have ever been told.”

             
“What?”

             
“You don’t say penis in sexual situations, Tiny.”

             
I fake pouted. “Dick?”

             
“No, you know the word. Say it over and over again.”

             
“Cockcockcockcock.”

             
He buried his face into my breasts and laughed his ass off.

             
“Was that romantic?” I cheekily asked when he finally cooled off.

             
He looked down at me, smiling, and nuzzled his nose against mine. “The most romantic.”

             
“Good. Now are we going to rumpy-pumpy or what?”

             
“Oh, yes. We most definitely will, Tiny.”

Twenty Three

I hadn’t been this happy in years. I felt like a whole new person, like the past six years I’d been a caterpillar in my cacoon waiting for my transformation. It was rejuvenating.

             
I jumped on Jaxon’s back, wrapping my legs around his front while I kissed up his neck. He grumbled at the unexpected act and quickly held my legs.

             
“My little monkey,” he chuckled. “I haven’t done this to you in how long?”

             
“Since I was fifteen, when I didn’t want to ruin my shoes and you walked me over the mud.”

             
“You kept going on and on about those ugly shoes–”

             
“It’d taken me forever to save up for them! They weren’t ugly either.”

             
“They were hot pink with weird fucking green lines on them or some shit; looked like someone had thrown up magic marker all over them.”

             
I yanked on his hair and he shook with laughter. They were the bomb-diggity shoes. How dare he belittle them! Though I’ll admit I was quite impressed he remembered what they even looked like after all this time.

             
“Are you gonna grow your hair?” I suddenly asked, measuring the length of his hair against my fingers. Three inches…

             
“No.”

             
I pouted. “I miss it long.”

             
“Too bad.”

             
“There’s nothing I can do to convince you otherwise?” I seductively whispered in his ear.

             
He stopped and let go my legs. I jumped off of him just as he turned and kissed me breathlessly. His tongue crashed against mine; seconds in and I was already lightheaded with want. I was insatiable and judging by how quickly he hardened against me, so was he.

             
He picked me up again, this time with my chest against his. I wrapped my legs around his hips and he walked forward, over the hard uneven ground without one break in his stride. His hand moved under my shirt and down my spine. He palmed my ass and groaned, pressing me against his length and rocking me back and forth against it.

             
I could hardly kiss him. I panted against his mouth, already feeling the build-up.

             
When he started taking steps up the porch, I moved back and opened my eyes. I couldn’t believe we had already reached the cabin. He pushed the door open, and once inside he slowly eased me back to the floor, holding the end of my shirt. I raised my arms up and he threw it off. Walking backwards in the direction of the bedroom, I bit my lip in anticipation as he unbuttoned his jeans. His eyes, hooded with lust, roamed me up and down, lingering heavily on my breasts.

             
“Keep fucking me like this and I’ll grow my hair to my ass,” he muttered.

             
I laughed, stepping into the bedroom with my hands on the buttons of my shorts. I turned around, ready to shimmy out of them so he had the perfect view of my ass.

             
Then I froze.

             
My laughter died and my brain seized all function. Happiness dissipated and my blood ran cold.

             
I stared, wide-eyed, at two guns in the hands of two men. I felt Jaxon behind me, and I wondered what he looked like at this surprise. I couldn’t tear my eyes off of them to find out; my fear deemed me immobile.

             
“Didn’t do well hiding,” said one. He was bald, with a diamond piercing in one ear, wearing black pants and a black long sleeved top. He was broad chested, muscular by the look of his arms, and had tattoos snaking up his neck and stopping just below his ears.

             
The other, a blonde haired man in a trench coat, was taller with a slimmer build and pale, white skin. There was something incredibly off by him, and the look his black eyes were giving me was equivalent to the feel of cockroaches running up and down my arms. Sickened, I felt a twist of nausea at the pit of my stomach.

             
“Don’t know what he was on about,” mumbled the bald man, eyeing me now, “She’s easy on the eyes.”

             
“Yeah,” rasped the blonde man. “She’s fucking delectable.” As he said it, I covered my arms over my bra and abdomen.

             
I heard Jaxon’s hesitant breaths behind me. “If you’re here to kill me then let her go.”

             
I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the gun the bald man had directed at me. What a shit view to die with. I would have preferred something far more soothing: a sunset, in the eyes of someone I loved, even at a white fucking ceiling – anything but a goddamn gun!

             
“You know how orders are delivered,” replied the bald one, looking behind me at Jaxon. “Both of you are on the list. And do you wanna know the twisted part of this whole thing? He asked to rape and kill her in front of you.”

             
My eyes blurred and I blinked back hard. There was no use crying. I wanted to preserve my dignity and die with some ounce of fucking courage under my name.

             
The bald man pointed to the bed with his gun. “Get on there, sweetie. I promise I’ll be quick.”

             
I turned around abruptly and flung my arms around Jaxon’s neck. He hugged me tightly, his eyes never leaving them. Though he looked deceptively cool, his breaths were raggedy and short.

             
“I’m sorry,” he breathed against me.

             
I looked up at his face, memorizing the lines, the curves, every little thing I could use to mentally escape from what was to come.

             
I shook my head despairingly. “No sorrys. I love you.”

             
His whole body tensed and then trembled. “I love you.”

             
We stared at each other, communicating in the silence our love. I wasn’t saying good bye to him. I was telling him I’d see him again very soon. Whether there was an after-life or not, we were going to the same place. It was hauntingly peaceful coming to terms with that.

             
I turned away from him and climbed onto the bed, observing how frozen Jaxon stood with the blonde man’s gun pointed directly at him. I carefully watched as the bald man rested the gun on the night table and climbed in after me. He grabbed me suddenly by the hair and yanked me hard up to where the headboard was.

             
“This ain’t personal,” bald man whispered from somewhere behind me. “Rules are rules.”

             
He flipped me onto my back, and I didn’t fight it. I succumbed to obedience, going against my instincts to thrash with all my might. This was survival mode for me; whatever he was going to throw my way, I would take it, and not because I was weak, but because it might give me the one opportunity I’d prepared for a long time ago.

             
I looked up at the ceiling as he tore my shorts off, counting away at the wooden panels. From my peripheral I saw the blonde man shift from one foot to the other, as if he were antsy.

             
“Please,” Jaxon begged hoarsely. “Don’t do this to her. Please.”

             
Bald man paused and glanced over at Jaxon. “You open your mouth again and I’ll cut her fingers off and shove them down your throat.”

             
My body trembled at his words. I didn’t need to feed on my fear. I needed to remain calm.
12, 13, 14, 15…

             
I felt sweaty, foreign hands up my legs. I pressed my lips tight and fought the nausea begging its way out. Fingers touched at my entrance and it took everything in me not to sob. This was violation of the worst form. All of me stripped bare.

             
I was gone. My humility scrapped by a man who simply followed orders and would, without thought, forget me. I was the lowest form of being; a thing whose life meant nothing for the right price.

             
22, 23, 25 – shit,
24
, 25, 26…

             
“This girl’s wet already.” His voice was softer, as if mesmerized by what he saw and felt.

             
“Well hurry the fuck up already,” grunted the blonde man. “I want my go.”

             
He didn’t hurry. He dragged his hands up and down my thighs and then at my entrance again. I felt him at my folds, opening and probing me.

             
I tried. God, I tried to leave my body and think of everything good in my life. But there was nothing good in my life. There had just been Jaxon, and that wasn’t enough anymore because he was being stripped from me again.

             
Hot breaths rode up my stomach and then my bra tugged harshly down until they sat around my ribcage.

             
Hot breaths on my breasts.

             
Hot breaths at on my neck.

             
35, 36, 37…

             
I shut my eyes and drowned out the noise of a belt unbuckling…

             
I slowly trailed my hand up. I felt the edge of the pillow and then I brought it underneath it. My legs spread apart and my breath hitched in my throat as his body sank in between them. I felt his hard flesh against my opening…

             
Something cold and hard was felt beneath the pillow. I gripped the switch blade and pressed the button on the handle. I opened my eyes. Focusing now on picking the perfect time to strike, I knew I couldn’t be hasty.

             
I kept my eyes focused at the wooden panels, counting away and waiting for him to sink into me. I heard Jaxon’s helpless panting from behind me, felt the man shudder above me, and then I felt the heaviness of his torso rest over me.