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“You’re already mine, you always have been,” she admits in a soft whisper, and it takes me to an entirely new level I’ve never experienced before. Her claim on me has my mind and body vibrating from the desire to plant my cum deep inside her.

In the next blink, I have her flat on her back, legs yanked over my shoulders while I grind into her, thrusting myself as deep as I can possibly go. It rubs her clit in the perfect spot, making her shoot off as I growl, “You’re fucking right, Lacey,” I admit as she begins to squeeze my cock in a death grip, her cunt fluttering, as her orgasm hits and it begins milking my length to the point I can no longer hold back and shoot off with her.

I remain in the same spot, with her legs wrapped around me until we both must drift off. I wake up, still bracing myself over her, but her legs are spread out underneath me, her pussy still stuffed with my cock. I don’t want to hurt her, but I’m also not willing to break our connection. I meant it when I said I don’t want any of my cum spilling out of her, so I do the only thing I can think of. I wrap my arms underneath her, holding her body to mine, and carefully roll us until she’s on top of me.

She starts to lift her head, but I stop her, lightly cupping the side of her face so she remains laying on my chest. I press a kiss to the top of her head as she shifts a little to get comfortable, and then I yank the blanket from the side to toss it over us. With her wrapped securely in my arms, pussy full and sated, her body heat and scent make me drift off into a deep sleep.

She wakes early in the morning as my hips softly pump. She’s still in the same place, sprawled across me, keeping me warm and comfortable with her presence. My cock is already sensitive with all the piercings, but being inside her heat all night has me ultra-sensitive. I’ve come inside her several times throughout the night, gently rocking and spilling while she’s slept soundly.

Lacey nuzzles into my neck, pressing soft, sweet kisses as I fuck her softly. Her cunt is so full of my cum it spills out every time I bottom out inside her. The sensations are so perfect I get goosebumps, a shiver taking over my body as the excitement of knowing I’ll be spilling myself in her soon washes over me. She’s wrong about not being perfect, she’s everything I ever dreamed of and more.

I roll us until she’s underneath me, then turn her onto her belly. Hovering over her from behind, one hand slides between her hip and the sheets, until my fingertip reaches her little bud. Her pussy is coated in me, and I use it to my advantage, swirling my finger in my cum before moving to rub circles over her clit.

My other hand parts her cheeks, my middle finger finding her tight back entrance. I’ve been steadily gathering small amounts of my cum throughout the night and pushing it inside her here, eventually working two fingers inside her and slowly stretching the small hole.

“W-what are you…” she trails off, leaving her question unanswered, but do I really need to say anything? We both already know what I’m going to do.

I plan to make her mine everywhere, so I tell her as much. “I’m going to fill you up back here. You’ll feel me all day long. Later, once you’ve had a chance to eat and everything, we’ll come back here. You’ll lay on top of me with your legs spread so I can watch the rest of my cum drip out of you. While I enjoy my show, you’ll keep your mouth filled with my cock until you doze off for a nap. And you’ll do it, because you’re my sweet girl, always doing what you’re told. When you wake up, I’ll reward you for keeping my cock warm in your mouth by giving you a pearl necklace, marking your throat. Don’t worry, baby, I’ll be sure to lick your delicious pussy until you squirm and cry and come all over my tongue and tomorrow morning, it’ll be my turn to come all over those pretty lips and face of yours.”

My finger leaves her clit, dipping inside to feel her cunt contract as she orgasms. In the same moment, I push my cock inside her ass. She screams as I fuck her, making her mine there forever too.

Chapter 15

My heart is so full of you I can hardly call it my own. - Liana Radulescu

Lacey

I’m still in shock, as I sit on the chair that I’d pulled up next to the couch beside my older brother. He’s always appeared put together; he seemed so strong and sure of himself while we were growing up. He’s super smart, has played sports for as long as I can remember, and he did everything he was supposed to do over the years.

Glancing at this man beside me, I can’t help but wonder what has happened to him. He looks nothing like the person I think of when I picture the Seth that I know. This guy is a stranger, one that stares off into nothing without uttering a word.

Asher says he brought Seth home alive, but is he really? I mean, his heart may be beating, but everything in him screams that he’s given up and his beating heart is no longer needed nor wanted. Don’t get me wrong, I’m extremely grateful. I never would’ve been able to have closure had I not been able to look at my brother’s face, whether he was breathing or not, and Asher has given me that…but a part of me wonders if Seth can ever find himself again after whatever he’s been through.

My heart breaks for him and the fact I can literally do nothing for him to make anything better, only makes me hurt more for him. His journey is going to be long and I’m doing everything I can not to pity him for it. No one likes to be pitied, broken or not, so I do my damndest to keep a neutral expression firmly planted on my face. Inside, however, I’m screaming.

“You sure you don’t want anything to eat?” I ask for the fifth time, literally. In my defense, when I got up, Baker’s daughter told me to try to get Seth to eat as much as I can. She’s a nurse, so her word is law when it comes to his recovery in my opinion, and I’m determined to do what I can to help.

He doesn’t verbally respond in any way, just slowly shakes his head. I’ve tried speaking to him. I’ve asked him a freaking million different questions. Then I carefully hugged him, held his hand, and updated him on our parents…but through it all, I’ve gotten nothing in response. Sure, he’ll occasionally nod or shake his head, but nothing vocal has left his mouth and it has me wondering if the cartel cut his tongue out while they had him. My brother has been the laughing, easy-going type my entire life, even to the point his teachers would’ve said he talked too much at times. Yet here he lays, like a solemn statue on a vow of silence attempting not to move or respond.

We may’ve gone to church, but my brother is not the vow of silence type, and I doubt he’s picked it up now in a renewed bout of faith. Rather than show my frustration, I say instead, “I love you, Seth. I’m happy you are alive, and I know mom and dad will want to talk to you too. We were all terrified we’d lost you.”

His eyes flash to mine. His lips turn up just enough at me saying I love him, but as soon as I mention him speaking to my parents, he’s shaking his head again.

“Don’t worry,” I whisper, sipping my coffee, not spiked with Wild Turkey today. Although, I contemplated it and may still add some, because why the fuck not at this point. “I won’t try to force you to speak to them. I’ll let them know you’re alive and with Asher. They’ll relax once they know he’s with you. He’s always made sure we both were safe, and I foolishly never realized it, until now.”

His steely gaze meets mine, and he offers a solemn nod. I guess he notices it as much as I do now as well. Knowing Seth, he’s probably always been aware of the safety Asher brought along with him. It’s crazy knowing the way we grew up, surrounded in the privileged world so many strive to be a part of and yet we still weren’t safe.

I never knew how much of a target we actually were until my brother went missing and my eyes were suddenly opened to everything. I didn’t have him to help me. I didn’t have my parents to lean on, or anyone, for that matter. Aside from the boy who grew up in a much more normal type of way than me and Seth ever did.

The thoughts all rush at me at once and suddenly I find myself with too many questions and not enough answers. “Did Dad get Asher into our school? Did he pay for him?” I consider aloud, thinking back to how he was always around after he and Seth were friends for a few years from playing soccer together. I saw his house countless times over the years, though, and there’s no way his mom could’ve afforded to send Asher to our private schools. I forgot all about it because he ended up being at our house more than his own to the point it began to feel like he belonged there, that it was his home too.

Seth turns away, not telling me anything, but he doesn’t have to. His silence is noisy enough, letting me know I’m right. Our father may’ve failed Seth, but he was there for Asher when he needed him, more than his own two spoiled kids did. We had our mom and his money; our father was just a bonus to have around whenever he had a day off or we were on vacation somewhere together. Asher was on those vacations too.

No wonder why Asher was so upset when he found out my parents left and hadn’t been able to save Seth. My father meant something to him, more than I ever knew and he was let down by him. Just like I was when I found out they were moving to Switzerland and not returning. It felt like Seth wasn’t important enough to exhaust every resource and to know I could be in the same situation one day without someone willing to move heaven and earth to save me is terrifying.

“Sleep okay?” My thoughts are stolen away by Asher’s raspy, sleep laden voice. He was knocked out hard when I finally got up. Sure, I was quiet when I was pulling on clothes and slipping out of the room, but I wasn’t expecting to have this much time alone with Seth before the man came and hunted me down. My legs still ache from the way he had me ride him throughout the early morning hours, not to mention the soreness I feel in my pussy each time I shift my body.

I nod, flashing him a small smile, thankful he came back in one piece. Knowing he’d be the one to look for me and eventually save me if I ever needed rescuing. The knowledge makes me fall a little deeper for him and I was already drowning.

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