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I sigh. “Not in so many words. We were free to go around the village, but it was blocked off with a huge gate and fences to keep us in, and others out.”

“Sounds like a prison,” he huffs.

“It was in a lot of ways. Though, you have to understand, most of the people there want to be there. They have no reason to leave because it’s what they want, or think it’s what they want.”

“How could anyone want that?”

“I was a child, I had no choice in the matter,” I say. “And by the time I was old enough to know any better, I was brainwashed. That’s what they do.”

“It’s sick.”

“Yes, it is, but here we are.”

He’s silent for a while, then, “I’m a little mad you didn’t tell me this sooner.”

I laugh without humor. “You think I want to relive it? To have you do your own private investigation just to seek revenge?”

“No, but it’s me.” He really sounds hurt. “We’ve known each other for ages, and this is the first time you’ve ever mentioned a cult.”

“A part of me still lives in fear of him, and my brother. I was convinced they’d seek retribution for what we did. But as the years passed, I realized that finding us would be like finding a needle in a haystack,” I say. “They also wouldn’t leave home forlong periods of time, so in a way, I knew we’d be safe if we could get out of Illinois.”

His voice sounds hoarse when he speaks next. “I hate that you had to run in fear of your life, constantly lookin’ over your shoulder.”

I lift up and stroke one side of his face. “That’s over now. They can’t hurt me, I promise.”

He doesn’t look convinced, but he takes my head in both his hands. “I won’t let them.”

I know he means it. I don’t need any reminders of what he’s capable of when it comes to violence, but when it’s toward people who commit crimes, I’ve no issue with it in the slightest.

It’s then I realize he’s still inside me. We’ve been lying here talking about my past, and this hulk of a man is still buried deep.

As if just realizing it himself, he smirks. “You like havin’ me between those pretty thighs, don’t you, babe?”

I roll my eyes. “You’re not bad.”

His eyebrows raise. “Not bad?” He rolls me over and I squeal, laughing as he pulls all the way out. “Ever fucked in the shower?”

“I can’t say I have.”

“Want to?”

“You really are insatiable.” It’s not a question. He’s a freaking stallion.

He grins. “How is your fake, vanilla boyfriend doin’ so far?”

I swing my arms around his neck. “He’s the best I’ve ever been with.”

He kisses me slowly. “Glad to hear it.” He lifts himself up, offering me his hand. “Let’s see how many positions we can do in one night.”

I laugh. “You’ll be the death of my vagina, you know that, right?”

My eyes dip to his ass as he turns. “There are worse ways to go,Princess.”

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So I always thought Iliked showering alone. I can’t say I’ve ever showered with any of the women I’ve ever been with, but this is spectacular. Smelling her vanilla body wash sends me over the edge. I watch her hand roam her body, and my cock stiffens. It’s not like I can keep it down when she’s around. It’s as if I have no control over it.

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