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Ican’t believe this is happening.
It’s like something out of a nightmare.
Liam ishere. Here with me, fuckinginsideof me, and it all happened so fast that I don’t even know how to make sense of it all. One second I was sitting at the dinner table, waiting for Alexandre and Yvette to finish cooking as the guests arrived, and the next, Liam appeared, like some kind of white knight, to—what?
Save me?
How?
Why?
I’d imagined he was back in Boston, living his life, running his business, thinking of me with regret and guilt sometimes maybe, but certainly notlookingfor me. Certainly not coming to find me, to—saveme?
I don’t even know if I need saving.
I don’t know if I want it.
Do I?
A few minutes ago, I would have said no. Alexandre and I were happy. We were lovers. Everything was good.
But now—he’s given me to Liam. Ordered Liam to fuck me, totestme. All because Yvette suggested it.
Yvette has a gun to my head.
Alexandre is okay with that.
He’s testing me.
If I don’t come, he’ll know I love him.
But Liam.
I wanted Liam.
It feels so good.
Alexandre felt so good.
Liam feels so good.
I—I—I—
The voices in my head are too loud, the sensations in my body too much. If Alexandre loved me, why would he do this to me? He paid so much for me, said I was so beautiful, the most priceless thing in his collection, his little doll. He said he couldn’t lose me, he couldn’t bear it, but now he’stestingme again. Testing me like the meals on the floor, like Yvette watching me to make sure I don’t go where I shouldn’t again, that I could be a good girl, mind my manners.
Good girls don’t come with other men.
Good girls don’t want other men.
Will he even want me after this?The tears come faster at that thought, that he might think I’m filthy after this, dirty. But he won’t if I don’t come. If I don’t enjoy it. I try to cling to that thought, but then I look up at Liam, and the confusion is so terrible that I want to die.
Liam, handsome and red-haired, his strong jaw clenched, his muscular body hovering over mine, broad hands on my waist, his cock that’s every bit as thick as Alexandre’s buried inside of me, moving, thrusting, and it feels so good. It feels right. I’d imagined it, back in Russia, fantasized about it, even though I knew I’d never have it. But now, here he is, inside of me, and Alexandre forced it, but I don’t know if that makes a difference. Because I’d wanted him, and he came for me, and now he’s going to—
Oh god.His cock feels too good, good enough to make me forget about the gun at my head, and he’s whispering things, words that make my heart race.Liam doesn’t want to do this, but he’s doing it to save me. Alexandre is hurting me, but Liam’s trying to save me, he came to save me, Alexandre did too, but he bought me, or rescued me? He owns me, Liam is trying to rescue me, Liam—Alexandre—Liam—
It’s too much. I close my eyes tightly, but the pleasure is racing across my skin, the feeling of Liam’s broad hands and the sounds of him groaning in pleasure too much, his cock thrusting into me, thick and long, filling me, and I’m going to come.