stomach is making this a little more comfortable because if I was sitting on his dick, I’m sure this conversation would be one-hundred percent more awkward.
“You help me with what I’m going to do, and I promise you will see your sister again,” he says easily.
At the mention of my sister, I flinch. “What if I don’t want to see her again?”
He tilts his head and I run my eyes over his chiseled jawline where tattoos run underneath and then around to the back of his neck, going up to his scalp. “Really?”
I shrug. “I’m not sure.”
“Well, let’s say that I’ll let you live, with the possibility of seeing your sister again, if you help me.”
“Will you let me go after it’s all done?” I whisper, bringing my eyes to his.
“Maybe.”
“How can I turn that maybe into a yes?”
He smirks, and before he says it, I know what he’s going to say. “For me to set you free?” His hands run towards my upper thigh, his fingertips skating over the softest part of my leg. “I want this.” His thumb grazes over my clit and my jaw slams shut. It’s going to happen one way or another, and I’d much rather get it over with earlier than later. Besides, Raze already knows my body probably better than I know my own body.
“Fine,” I say through clenched teeth. “I help you with whatever you’re planning, give you my virginity, and then you let me go.” I keep my eyes locked over his shoulder before a smile touches my lips.
“What’s that smile for?” he asks, bringing his hands back down my thighs.
I tap his nose with my finger. “That’s none of your business.” I swing my leg off and he releases it this time. “Who is Cassia and should I start carrying a knife around the house with me?”
He laughs, standing to his feet and doing up his tie. “Cassia and Ella will be no issue to you.” His reply is blasé.
“Are you like Hugh Hefner? Just the…” I flick my fingers up and down his massive body. “…bad version?”
“No, Millie, not like Hugh Hefner. They look like cute little bunnies to you?”
I shrug as he takes a step toward the door. “If bunnies looked like hookers, then yes. Which, by the way, the Playboy bunnies sort of were.”
His hand grips the door handle. “They won’t be an issue for you. Cassia will retract her claws.”
He’s about to leave when I hold my hand up. “Wait!” Why am I about to ask this? “If you can have them, why do you want me?”
He smiles from over his shoulder. “Who said I wanted you?”
Ouch! And then he’s gone. I exhale a long breath that I didn’t know I was holding. Why is he so cold?
The gusts of wind whipped through Raze’s hair as he ran in circles around the large tree stump which sat outside The Army base. Raze was turning four today and Courtney told him they were going somewhere special for his birthday. Raze didn’t understand why he wasn’t allowed to run around usually, but he guessed that that was what normal kids did because he had never been around kids his age. Kurr’s jeep pulled into the high monitor gates of the base and Raze leapt up from his spot to run towards his dad. Raze looked up at his dad like any boy did. Kurr didn’t live where Raze and Courtney lived at the volcanic base. He lived at The Army’s other base. Raze walked towards Kurr and looked up at him through bright eyes. Kurr looked down at him.
“Daddy?” Raze said.
Kurr dropped down to eye level with Raze. “Son, where’s your mom?”
Raze shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know. Why do I never see you?”
Anger flared over Kurr’s eyes for a brief second. “Why don’t I show you why Daddy’s busy?” Kurr scooped Raze into his arm and nudged to the men he brought with him. Kurr bounced Raze in his arm as he walked back towards the jeep. “Wanna be a big boy, Raze?”
Raze nodded his head with a wide smile on his mouth. “Yes, yes! I want to be a big boy!”
“Good,” Kurr grunted, placing Raze into the
“You help me with what I’m going to do, and I promise you will see your sister again,” he says easily.
At the mention of my sister, I flinch. “What if I don’t want to see her again?”
He tilts his head and I run my eyes over his chiseled jawline where tattoos run underneath and then around to the back of his neck, going up to his scalp. “Really?”
I shrug. “I’m not sure.”
“Well, let’s say that I’ll let you live, with the possibility of seeing your sister again, if you help me.”
“Will you let me go after it’s all done?” I whisper, bringing my eyes to his.
“Maybe.”
“How can I turn that maybe into a yes?”
He smirks, and before he says it, I know what he’s going to say. “For me to set you free?” His hands run towards my upper thigh, his fingertips skating over the softest part of my leg. “I want this.” His thumb grazes over my clit and my jaw slams shut. It’s going to happen one way or another, and I’d much rather get it over with earlier than later. Besides, Raze already knows my body probably better than I know my own body.
“Fine,” I say through clenched teeth. “I help you with whatever you’re planning, give you my virginity, and then you let me go.” I keep my eyes locked over his shoulder before a smile touches my lips.
“What’s that smile for?” he asks, bringing his hands back down my thighs.
I tap his nose with my finger. “That’s none of your business.” I swing my leg off and he releases it this time. “Who is Cassia and should I start carrying a knife around the house with me?”
He laughs, standing to his feet and doing up his tie. “Cassia and Ella will be no issue to you.” His reply is blasé.
“Are you like Hugh Hefner? Just the…” I flick my fingers up and down his massive body. “…bad version?”
“No, Millie, not like Hugh Hefner. They look like cute little bunnies to you?”
I shrug as he takes a step toward the door. “If bunnies looked like hookers, then yes. Which, by the way, the Playboy bunnies sort of were.”
His hand grips the door handle. “They won’t be an issue for you. Cassia will retract her claws.”
He’s about to leave when I hold my hand up. “Wait!” Why am I about to ask this? “If you can have them, why do you want me?”
He smiles from over his shoulder. “Who said I wanted you?”
Ouch! And then he’s gone. I exhale a long breath that I didn’t know I was holding. Why is he so cold?
The gusts of wind whipped through Raze’s hair as he ran in circles around the large tree stump which sat outside The Army base. Raze was turning four today and Courtney told him they were going somewhere special for his birthday. Raze didn’t understand why he wasn’t allowed to run around usually, but he guessed that that was what normal kids did because he had never been around kids his age. Kurr’s jeep pulled into the high monitor gates of the base and Raze leapt up from his spot to run towards his dad. Raze looked up at his dad like any boy did. Kurr didn’t live where Raze and Courtney lived at the volcanic base. He lived at The Army’s other base. Raze walked towards Kurr and looked up at him through bright eyes. Kurr looked down at him.
“Daddy?” Raze said.
Kurr dropped down to eye level with Raze. “Son, where’s your mom?”
Raze shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know. Why do I never see you?”
Anger flared over Kurr’s eyes for a brief second. “Why don’t I show you why Daddy’s busy?” Kurr scooped Raze into his arm and nudged to the men he brought with him. Kurr bounced Raze in his arm as he walked back towards the jeep. “Wanna be a big boy, Raze?”
Raze nodded his head with a wide smile on his mouth. “Yes, yes! I want to be a big boy!”
“Good,” Kurr grunted, placing Raze into the
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