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Fuck. This right here has been an undiscovered pleasure. A new experience has been unlocked by the woman who has the ability to fulfill dreams.

Hell, I never dreamt until Kenz came into my life and brought vibrant colors to a gray and dull existence. Because existing is what I have been doing instead of living life the way lovers share a future is what life should be all about.

Thanks to her I am able to do all of it…like take this sweet pussy again in every way my cock, fingers, and mouth are able to. Shit. Then to think we can also throw some toys into the mix as well. Yeah, our future will be inventive, interesting, and filled with challenges.

I pull back and shift my hips to slide my cock out of her slick pussy. With her still tied to the headboard I can now stare at her center while my cum oozes out of her. Reaching out, I let my fingers run through it, shoving it back and letting it glide out some more.

Playtime has far from ended and my cock is already hard just by the sight of our mixed juices. Kenz is pushing back on my fingers, moaning. Clearly, she’s in full agreement as well when I move closer and bury myself inside her once more.

Because my woman’s pussy can clearly hold more of my cum inside her. And I’m gonna find out just how full I can get it in the next few hours.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Four days later

– KENZ –

My hands are cuffed above my head and I’m kneeling on the concrete floor. Falcon roughly fists my hair and pulls my head back. His other hand grips my chin and smears the lipstick from my lips. I can’t hold back the moan when I stare into his flaming hot eyes as he steps back.

“Could you at least make it look like you’re a victim instead of giving my brother fuck-me eyes?” Thorsten grumbles. “This photograph needs to be convincing. Get out of the way, Falcon. You of all people can’t be in the shot.”

Falcon’s lips twitch and I clear my throat in an effort to focus. Thorsten is right, we have to make it believable. The photograph Thorsten will take is one we will send to Amadeo to prove Archer has kidnapped me.

I do my best to think back to the moment when we were hit by two vehicles. Renata coming at us, guns blazing, no backup. My time with Falcon could have been cut short if the bullet that hit his arm entered his body at a different angle. I could have lost him.

The fear of losing him becomes real. My eyes sting and Falcon’s face enters my blurry vision. His large calloused hands cup my cheeks and I lean into his touch. Safe. This large, rugged man always makes me feel safe.

“I have no fucking clue how you did that, but you nailed it,” Thorsten says as Falcon removes the cuffs from my wrists.

I meet Falcon’s gaze and murmur, “The fear of losing the one who means everything to me in this fucked-up world can’t be faked.”

“Gotcha,” Thorsten grunts and taps the screen on his phone.

Falcon helps me to my feet when I ask, “Now what? We’ll wait once again?”

Livi saunters into the room with a hotdog in her hand. “Lenz is asking for you two.”

Falcon brushes his lips against mine and follows Thorsten out of the room.

“Did you smile for the camera?” Livi snickers and shoves another chunk of hotdog into her mouth.

“Screw you, miniature human carrying loony,” I grumble. “Falcon chained me up and had a nice grip on my hair as he towered over me. I can tell you right now I’d rather not have anyone with a camera witnessing it ’cause Falcon knows how to push my damn buttons. Quite embarrassing if you’re trying to take a picture where you’re actually being tortured, and not the pleasurable kind of torture.”

Livi gives me a sympathetic look. “Awkward. Then again, you always let your kinky side shine no matter what, so fuck Thorsten. I assume it was his reaction that caused the embarrassing part, right?”

“He should have left the room,” I grumble.

Livi grins with a mouth full of food. Not very attractive.

I shake my head. “Come on, let’s head to the kitchen. I’m sure you’ll want something to drink or another hotdog.”

She pulls a napkin from her pocket. “Here, your lipstick is everywhere. Hey, did I tell you who showed up at the clubhouse yesterday morning, asking for Thorsten?”

Using the napkin to clean off the lipstick I ask, “No, spill.”

“Well, Kayden was knocking on the door. Macsen and Jocko told him to fuck off, but he insisted on seeing Thorsten. They kept Kayden in place until Thorsten showed up. He didn’t even want to talk to the fucker and told him to never show his face here again.”

“Weird,” I murmur, remembering the stuff Livi told me about Kayden.

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