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Ivy

The house cameinto view as we walked up the driveway. And sadly, it looked just like any other normal home you'd see set in a plat with nothing to give away what might happen inside.

The front was well groomed with bushes tucked snugly under the windows. Small pots of flowers rested beside the front door, a dog house was set off to the side.

If I'd passed by this house at any other time I wouldn't think twice about it. But right now, it looked like hell on earth.

Dante was bringing me here for a reason, and I had no idea why. There were no lights on inside, no other cars in the driveway.

We were alone, away from civilization, away from help. Looking through the trees I tried to make out any faint glow of a neighbor or sign of life. And nothing.

Motherfucker! Where the hell am I?

The tree line looked thick, surrounding the entire property. But I couldn't tell how deep they actually went, it was way too dark for that. I knew I couldn't make it through them like this, not without shoes or clothes. It was too cold out, I'd freeze to death.

I'll find a way. I'll get out of here alive.

Peeking out of the corner of my eye, Dante was still holding a death grip on my wrists, walking with his head straight. “Can you just tell me what this is all for? Don't I have a right to know why I'm here?”

Flicking his eyes in my direction, his parted lips sealed tight, head snapping back straight.

“What, you're just going to go mute now? You're not going to talk to me at all?” Stumbling over a hidden rock, his strong arms held me up, pulling me back from falling. My pussy pulsed, warming over the small amount of concern I felt in his touch.

It had been a long time since anyone showed even the slightest care for my well-being. The small tug to keep me upright was enough to send my stomach into a tumbling ball of knots.

“Here's something for you, watch where you're walking.” Shoving me forward, he made sure to keep our pace steady.

“Oh yeah, cause it's my fault I'm shoeless in the dark.” Huffing under my breath, I whispered.“Asshole.”

Walking the rest of the way in silence, Dante opened the front door and pushed me inside. He wouldn't let go of my arms, holding onto them like I was going to bolt any second if given the chance.

He was right to do that. Because my mind kept running through the ways I could escape, the ways I could try and hurt him so I could get free.

But he knew that, he wasn't stupid.

Flipping on the light that glowed over the stairs, he forced me forward and up the steps. Looking around quickly, I tried to get a grasp on my surroundings.

There was a living room to my right with a flower embroidered couch that looked like it stepped out of the seventies. A recliner was tucked in the corner facing an old dirty fireplace with a small table pushed level with the arm.

But there were no pictures or photos on the walls. Not a newspaper or magazine, no trinkets lined the mantle, nothing to show this was a real home.

Twisting my head, there was an archway to my left that looked like it led to a hallway, and a small bench rested halfway down the hall. But still there was a lack of personality. No one lived her in the true form of the word.

I felt Dante's hand around my wrists, his thumbs were digging into my skin as he forced me up the stairs. His hands were strong and possessive. I could feel his pulse beat through his fingertips, speeding up and slowing down.

The feelings rushing through my body were like a fucking roller coaster. I was scared, angry, and secretly yearning for his touch.

I hated how he made me feel that way. My pussy was clenching, and the only reason I could find for it was because he saved me. The feelings felt wrong, but the desire was knotting around my stomach, twisting and making my knees buckle.

But did he really save me?

I was still trapped here, still being held against my will. But he didn't let Tony and Vince rape me. For that I was grateful. I didn't want my first time to be on a dirt floor, with a man who was forcing himself on me.

Not that way.

I had the opportunity years ago with a boy from school. I froze, and told him no. I regretted that now. Remo was only working up to it, he hadn't forced that on me yet.

I guess there were rules to buying a virgin. Funny, right?