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“Shhh, babe. It’s fine. It will feel good soon.” I’ve been wanting to take her arse since I first saw her. Hence the nickname I’ve given her.

Her arse is the perfect peach.

“Oh, God,” Ivy moans. I lean in and lay a kiss to her spine.

“You’re doing good, babe. I’m going to move my thumb, and you’re going to come so fucking hard.”

I pick up the pace, pounding into her over and over again. I can feel her muscles tighten up, around both my dick and my thumb that’s in her arse. Our breathing is coming out in deep, heavy pants, and our bodies are covered in a sheen of sweat. The proof of a good fuck session, and it isn’t over yet. She’s moving beneath me, fucking my back, slamming her arse against my body.

“I’m gonna come, Luke. Yes. Oh, God.” She drags out the last word as her orgasm hits, taking over her body. Every muscle locks up. I keep up my pace, fucking her through her orgasm as mine hits. I fill her with my seed, praying like fuck that I plant a baby this time.

Bad timing to think it but fuck it. I want it. I want it now.

I lay my body carefully over hers, kissing the back of her neck, her shoulders. Anywhere I can kiss, I am. Her skin tastes divine, as always. She always tastes so fucking good; like peaches. We come down from our climax together, our breathing in time with each other’s. The peace here in the room is comforting, knowing that I get to have this woman whenever I want for the rest of my life.

“When can we do that again?” Ivy whispers into the once peaceful room. I can’t stop the bark of laughter that rips from me. I can feel her body shake with laughter beneath me.

“Whenever the fuck you want, babe. I am all yours.”

“I’m yours, Beast.”

Chapter 21

Ivy

“Carter, let’s go, you can see the boys tomorrow.” Carter runs over to me and we start to walk away from the school. I never park close by because the parents picking their kids up means a ton of cars everywhere. This way, it’s easier to leave. My phone beeps in my bag and I dig it out to check the message. I smile when I see Luke’s name. I slide open my phone but a screeching sound takes my attention away.

I look up to see a blue van stopping in front of Carter and me. The door swings open and I see it’s Tim, not looking like his usual put together self.

“Get in the fucking van,” He yells at us. I shake my head, pushing Carter behind me.

“Leave, Tim,” I yell back, hoping to gain someone’s attention. In a flash, Tim lunges for me. I scream and so does Carter. Tim grips Carter by the back of his clothes and throws him into the van before he turns to me. I go to scream again but Tim hits me over the head with something metal-looking. I try to keep my eyes open but everything fades to black.

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My eyes feel heavy as I blink, trying to clear the fog behind my eyes. A shiver races through my body, making me tense up. My shoulders ache. Where the hell am I?

“Mum.” I hear Carter’s voice from my side, and turn my head to see where my son is. I see a blurry figure across the room.

“Carter?”

“Mum, you need to wake up before Dad gets back.” Dad? Tim? Why would we be here with Tim? Flashes of images come flooding into my brain. Me picking Carter up from school, a blue van skidding to a stop in front of us. I remember seeing Tim grab Carter, and then me.

“Oh, my God,” I whisper.

Tim took us.

Tim kidnapped us.

Oh, no. A sob breaks free.

“Mum. Mum, are you alright?”

“I’m fine, honey. I think.” I whisper the last part. I try to sit up, but it’s then I notice that I’m tied to the bed. I twist around to see that my hands are bound with rope and tied to the rusty bed frame. I lift my head to see my feet. They, too, are tied with rope, but not attached to the bed. I need to get free. I need to get us out of here before Tim comes back.

“Carter, are you hurt, babe?” I twist my head to look at my son. He’s sitting on the floor in the corner, his hands and feet tied together. His face is wet with his tears. My heart breaks for him. My sweet, innocent baby boy had to watch as his father beat his mother, and now has to watch as his father does whatever he is planning to do with me—with us.

“I’m okay, Mum. My hands and feet hurt from the rope, but Tim didn’t hit me like he did you.” His cries make my chest hurt.

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