Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 55308 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 277(@200wpm)___ 221(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55308 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 277(@200wpm)___ 221(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
The rest was smeared between her tits, slicking his way as his eyes rolled back and his back arched.
It was the sexiest thing she’d ever seen in her life.
His total loss of control.
On the last pulse, the one that came after all his seed twitched between her mashed cleavage, he looked down and said it again. “I love you.”
And it was too much. Tasting come for the first time in six years, remembering how much she loved it. The intimacy of accepting something a little dirty on her lips.
“Hey.” Stroking her cheek, the captain murmured, “It’s going to be okay.”
Terrified, because it never would be, she said, “I don’t think it is.”
“You’ll see.” After a sexy smile, he reached over, untying one sailor’s knot and then the next. Rubbing her wrists where they were red. Kissing her fingertips. “I’m going to do the tongue thing again, nice and slow.”
Which seemed a particular mercy, her clit throbbing to be touched after that show. The traitor.
Her ankles still bound, her thighs forced open, he ate her pussy for ages. Nice and slow, her fingers in his hair, his grip cradling her hips. Riding his mouth, she took as he had taken.
The second climax washed over her—difficult, beautiful, dangerous—undulating from core to toes. The hardest she’d ever come.
Legs set free, he scooped her into his arms, rubbing her back and hushing her when the occasional sob escaped. The harder she fought to hold in the sound, the more often breath stuttered and her tears leaked free.
He told her to just let go, promised her that he’d help her through it.
She didn’t let go. No, she fought all she felt. So it burst out on its own until she was completely wracked by sobs.
While he whispered secrets to her in the dark—secrets about life, about the nature of humankind, about how he’d never, ever let her go—she fell asleep.
Utterly spent, hollow, and overfull.
Chapter Fifteen
“Those things I mentioned. The things to make you happy…” Kissing behind her ear, urging Eugenia to wake with the heat of his body and the attention of his mouth, the captain said, “Today, I’ll introduce you to the children.”
Like a bucket of cold water to the face, Eugenia’s heart picked up, her body tensed, and any hint of lazy drowsiness evaporated. “You’re going to take me down to Level 9 and lock me in.”
He didn’t deny it. “I should…”
Considering Eugenia’s standing agreement with Joan, her sharp, twisting fear should not have been allowed to leave her shivering. But if Joan was lying, and Eugenia was conveniently stashed away, it would only be a matter of time before the captain fished another pretty girl of a certain age out of the water. And where would that leave her?
It would leave her locked in a glorified breeding pen.
Candlelight dinners and orgasms—pockets of solace—didn’t last. Nothing that had passed between Aaron and herself could be real. She knew that, yet when they were in bed, it was easy to forget. He was right. She was starving, and between the enlivening arguments, there had been something almost peaceful.
“I thought you’d at least wait until I was pregnant before you dumped me in your hellhole.” Not that she intended to let that happen. Yet… she’d been unable to stop him from ejaculating inside her. She even enthusiastically participated in sex despite knowing what he’d do when his climax was reached.
Being alone with him was doing things to her mental state that were both dangerous and unsettling.
It was confusing her.
When he moved inside her, when he said sweet things, it was almost like she could forget the rest of it—exist only in the moment and pretend the other moments didn’t matter.
But they did matter.
On Level 9, women were truly separated from any hope of freedom. Eugenia could see it in her mind’s eye—the final door slowly closing before her. If she didn’t run before he dragged her down there, she’d miss her chance to find the good place waiting out there.
And when she ran, she’d leave those women behind… knowing she’d abandoned them to save herself.
It wouldn’t be the first time. After six years, the things she’d seen, each time adrenaline had pumped her legs to run faster, run farther, to not look back.
She felt it then, the skin-stinging anxiety that had become her new normal since the bombs. The shame.
As if he too felt the sting, the captain rolled away, leaving her body bereft of his heat and weight. Heading to the bathroom, he called over his shoulder. “No, you won’t be permanently locked in. You’ll learn the ropes of Level 9 in the day. Your nights will be spent in this room with me.”
His nights were not available. Not when the captain’s presence oversaw the raucous party where beer flowed and women relied on someone to maintain the rules. Not when his rotating schedule existed so he might fuck them all from behind and suffered for it, as he should.