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He nudges my thighs even further apart and presses his hand gently on my lower back so my pussy is pouting toward him. His hand comes back from my breast and trails down my spine, over the curve of my ass, and his thumbs press me again, either side of my dripping slit.

“Mouth?” His voice is low and commanding. “Or cock?”

“Cock!” I don’t even recognize my own voice. I just know that if he doesn’t get inside me soon, I’m going to explode right here, before he’s so much as really touched me.

His laugh has a dark edge. “Good girl.”

I hear the sound of his buckle parting and see his shirt land on the chair to my side, the rest of his clothes following it. I reach back to grasp him, but he puts my hand back on the windowsill. “Stay there,” he growls. “Stay just like that.”

His hands return to my ass, caressing it gently. I thrust toward him, moaning.

“Do you have any idea how fucking hot you look like this?”

I cry out as the head of his cock nudges my entrance. “And you’re so wet.” He slips in an inch and groans. “And so fucking tight. Christ, Abby.” He pushes in further, and I cry out, thrusting back toward him, aching to be filled. He holds back, laughing darkly, his hands on my hips preventing me from taking him in fully. “Not so fast, Skip.” He inches in slowly, only his sharp intake of breath and the tense pressure of his fingers on my hips betraying his self-restraint. His hands pull me even further apart, easing his passage and making me feel every piece of him against me as he settles home. For a moment he stays there, deep inside me, his balls pressed against my throbbing clit until I think I’m going to lose it, then he starts stroking.

“Ah!” The sound I make is half cry, half scream, and then there is nothing but fierce sensation as he strokes into me, slowly and surely, his cock touching every part of me. Each time he reaches the hilt I feel the spasms start, then subside as he withdraws. Every thrust takes me closer but leaves me right on the edge, until I’m mindless with the tension of it.

“Oh, God,” I gasp, barely managing to hold the windowsill. “Oh fuck, Dimitry. I’m so close— ”

“Then come for me.” I hear it, the moment his own control goes. Feel it in the sudden intensity of his thrusts, his grip on my hips. “I want you to come,” he growls, thrusting hard into me. “Fucking let go, Abby.”

His cock hits the limit and he roars, expanding so far I feel like he’s breaking me from the inside out.

Orgasm crashes over me, so savage and intense it takes everything away but the shattering clenching of my body and the fierce release of his.

SK Compound, Myanmar

Present Day

I runthrough the aching desire. I run until the blisters on my feet are bleeding and Dimitry’s face is the only thought that can sustain me.

Then the supervisor’s rifle prods me around the Loop until I can’t think at all.

By the time I finally make it back to my bunk, I’ve run past exhaustion and into the kind of pain that isn’t easy to sleep through. I stare up at the springs on Lucky’s bunk, trying to find a way to lie that doesn’t hurt.

“Abby.” Lucky’s head leans over the bunk, her eyes full of concern. “What can I do?”

I shake my head. “Nothing. I’m fine.” I try to smile, but for once, even humor is hard to find.

She reaches down, and I take her hand, squeezing it. “Shh.” I put a finger to my lips, turning my head toward the bunk where Yrsa and Mary are still, mercifully, asleep. “Don’t wake them.”

Lucky swings herself over the bunk and lowers herself onto the bed next to me, curling affectionately into my side like a tiny cat. She’s barely five feet tall, her long dark hair wound into a thick messy bun on the top of her head. “I am so sorry you are here, Abby,” she whispers, kissing my cheek. “For introducing you to Nico. For the drugs. For everything. This is all my fault.”

“No!” I hug her fiercely. “Nico wasn’t your fault, Lucky. That was all me. And I imagine it wasn’t your choice to sell drugs. I’m sorry, too, that you ended up here.” I turn my head to her, studying her face in the shadows. “You never told me how you got into all of this. What did Jacey have on you?” We speak with our heads pressed close, our voices barely a whisper.

“My family.” Her ever-present smile fades. “I was studying computer programming in Bangkok, but it was hard because my father is a rice farmer. My family doesn’t have a lot of money. I answered an ad to teach English online, a tutoring service. They set me up with materials, an office. Then they told me I had a debt.” She shrugs. “They gave me a choice: sell my body or sell drugs. They threatened to destroy my family’s rice crop if I said no. I chose to sell drugs.”

I hold her tightly against me. “And your family? Now?”

“I don’t know.”

I feel the sudden rapidity of her breath, her tension.

“The last time we spoke was when I was on Ko Pha Ngan,back when I thought I was going home. Jacey’s men, my suppliers, they told me that if I found a replacement, I could leave. Then I met Nico. He wanted money so badly, and I thought, because he was a man, maybe it would be easier for him. Then you came. I tried to tell them to choose someone else, but it was too late.” She lowers her eyes from mine, and I kiss the top of her head.

“It’s not your fault,” I say again.

“It was.” Lucky hiccups softly, and I realize she’s crying. “I didn’t want... I liked you so much, Abby. But Nico was already dealing by then. And he was greedy. He thought he could outsmart the triad. He kept stealing money and product. I tried to warn him.”