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“ W hat are you doing, Angel?”

Not in a million fucking years would I have thought this sight is what I’d walk in on.

I fucking debated for a split second, not letting her know I was there watching her just to see what she’d do next. I mean, slipping her delicate finger inside my sucking fleshlight pussy had me instantly hard, a feat no other woman has been successful in doing for three fucking years now.

No one but an eighteen-year-old emotionally wounded blonde angel that I kidnapped.

Well, fuck me.

If this isn’t a fucking dilemma.

That innocent little gasp she does so often flies from her lips as she spins, holding my fuck toy, her caramel eyes wide with fear as she starts shaking her head .

“I… I… Um…”

I chuckle.

“You want me to show you how it works?”

Her brows shoot high.

“What?” she squeaks, and I step closer, backing her up until her legs hit the bed and she falls back on her arse.

“It has a few functions,” I say, taking it from her trembling grip. “I can simply fuck it myself, or use the vibrating mode to give me some extra sensations.” I press the button on the end, and it comes to life, vibrating in my hand.

I watch Abbey closely, the way she still trembles but also the way her eyes dart from my face to the toy in my hand, taking it all in.

“Or I can use the suction function,” I tell her, pressing the buttons to change the mode, and fuck me. Her cheeks flare redder than before as she squirms.

Is she aroused?

Fuck. My cock jerks at the possibility.

I shouldn’t fucking do this. She’s barely an adult. She’s been through so much, yet for some reason, I don’t think her trembles are from fearing me entirely. I think she fears the way she’s feeling. And fuck if I can turn my back on her.

I hardly know this girl, and I swear she’s fucking bewitched me.

Leaning closer, I use my finger and slowly insert it in between the folds of my toy, letting her hear how it sucks my digit. “Do you want to feel it?”

Her doe eyes dart back to mine, her lips parting to answer, but nothing comes out.

“You don’t have to,” I tell her and her brows furrow.

“Don’t I?”

“Fuck, no.” I pull it away from her, and her eyes drop to her lap. “Eyes up,” I tell her, and just like the other times, her eyes meet mine.

I wonder if she knows she’s a submissive? Or even if she’d want to be. I’m sure she’s that way from her upbringing. Maybe she’d want to rebel against it if I point that out. So, like a dick, I don’t because I like her this way.

“Why would you think you have to?”

Sucking her bottom lip into her mouth, her teeth momentarily make an appearance as she bites down before she answers with a shrug. “I’m still waiting for the other ball to drop, I guess. The ultimatum. The moment you demand payment for taking me away from my family.”

I flick the device off and raise a brow at her. “I’ve already told you there’s no exchange required. Can’t I have kidnapped you out of the goodness of my heart?”

A small smirk tugs at her lips, pulling one side up higher.

“There are so many things wrong with that sentence.”

I grin back. “There are, you’re right. But even though I kidnapped you, I didn’t do it to do anything sinister. Only to remove you from an awful situation, so when I ask you if you want to feel what it’s like,” I shake my pocket pussy before her eyes, “I’m genuinely just giving you an option. It doesn’t mean by doing that I want more from you. That I expect you to spread your legs for me, Angel.”

This time, as she studies me, she chews the inside of her mouth. “But you’re… hard.”

My brows shoot high, and I want to curse my hard cock for being so fucking prominent.

“I am, yes. I walked into my room to see a beautiful angel poking at the thing I fuck on the daily. I can’t control my body’s reaction any more than you can control the flush on your cheeks.” I grin as her cheeks flush hotter, and she ducks her head. “So, I’ll ask you again. Do you want to feel it?”

Flicking the switch on the device again, the sucking sound fills the space, and I study Abbey’s downcast head as her faint words meet my ears.

“Is it weird that I want to?”

I have to admit, I was sure she was going to decline even if she did want to.

“Curiosity about anything, whether it’s sexual or not, is not weird. So if you want to see what the suction feels like, then that’s okay. If you don’t want to find out, then that’s okay, too.”

Her caramel eyes dart up, and for a long beat, she keeps her gaze locked on mine, her stare no longer so fearful as she studies me, and then, as if she hasn’t already knocked me on my arse numerous times already, she holds her finger up.

“I want to feel what it’s like.”

Fuuuuck. My cock is as hard as stone, fucking aching to sink into a tight hot hole, but this isn’t about me. I can fix that later. Right now, all I want to do is make sure she gets what she wants.

Biting back my smirk, I point the silicone pussy in her direction. “Just slip it in,” I say, my fucking voice huskier than normal, giving away how this whole fucking scenario is affecting me.

With her eye on the prize, Abbey presses the tip of her index finger to the lips of my toy, and then slowly sinks it in.

“Oh!” she yelps, her lips spreading wide in a smile as her eyes dart back to mine. “It’s stronger than I thought it would be.”

“It’s my favourite setting,” I admit, and her cheeks flush again .

Biting her lip, her brown pools remain locked with mine even as her finger remains embedded in my masturbation device before she speaks.

“You prefer the sucking?” she asks, but then gasps and pulls her finger free, slapping her other hand over her mouth. “Please ignore that question. I’ve invaded your privacy. I’m sorry. But in my defence, I was looking for a hair tie, and well I found one, and then spotted the war book and was reading the back and that’s when I saw your… toy. See, I told you I was bored.”

Huh. She’s a rambler.

Turning off my toy and dropping it back into the open drawer, I lower to my haunches in front of her, wanting to be eye to eye.

“I already told you it was my favourite setting. So yeah, the sucking action is my preferred mode because it gets me over the line pretty fucking fast. And your questions are fine. I prefer questions rather than beating around the bush.” I hook her index finger with mine, watching how she glances down at where we are joined. “As for the boredom, I’ll try to figure something out.” Then I tug on her index finger, gaining her eyes again. “You probably wanna go wash your hands since you put your finger where my cock usually goes, and I’m not that good at washing things thoroughly.”

“Oh, my god!” she squeaks, flying up from the bed, nearly knocking me backwards as she runs for the bathroom, and I throw my head back, laughing.

Fucking hell. I never in a million years expected this conversation. And fuck me if I don’t enjoy her curiosity and the fact she actually isn’t that scared of asking the questions. It gives me hope that she does actually trust me, that her fear is really just from her past trauma and something she’ll be able to get a better grip on over time.

“Do you have any hand sanitiser?” She calls from the bathroom, and I laugh even more, moving to join her.

Those doe eyes widen as they lock with mine in the reflection of the bathroom mirror, and I shoot her a wink before leaning down and opening the drawer in the vanity, pointing to the hand sanitiser.

“This isn’t funny,” she grumbles.

“Isn’t it?”

Huffing, she makes use of the sanitiser, shooting daggers at me.

“Did you pray for forgiveness in church?” she sneers as I lean back against the tiled wall, crossing my arms over my chest.

“Church is what we call a members’ meeting.”

She frowns. “That makes no sense. Why not call it a meeting?”

“Well, I guess because the meeting itself happens in a place we declare as a sacred space. Only members can enter. No women.”

She rolls her eyes. “So you kidnapped me and brought me to a man’s club? That’s great.”

“Someone’s a bit moody. Are you sexually frustrated, Angel?”

She glares at me and huffs. “No. I’m sick of feeling unsafe.”

That wipes my smirk right the fuck off my face.

Fuck.

Stepping forward, I turn her to face me, my eyes locking onto hers as I try my fucking best to make sure she can see how serious I am now.

“Do you feel unsafe with me? Honestly?” I ask. “Tell me the truth?”

She thinks over my question for a few beats before she shakes her head. “I mostly feel safe with you.”

“But there’s still a part of you that doesn’t?”

She shrugs. “You’re still a man. Someone I hardly know. I’d be a fool to trust you completely.”

I smile at that. “Very true.”

“But despite the fact I feel somewhat safe with you, I don’t feel safe in this place.”

I get it, because she fucking shouldn’t. The men here aren’t about hurting women, but they are still men, and sometimes, they get carried away.

The Doxy girls can handle it, but Abbey isn’t, nor will she ever, be a Doxy girl. She’s the kind of girl the boy next door pines over, spends years trying to win the affections of, and one day gets down on one knee to ask her to be his wife.

It pisses me off that life has been stolen from her by her fucking parents.

“You’re safe in this room.”

“But not outside it?” she asks, and I shrug.

“It’s not that you aren’t safe, it’s just that in my world, you’ll likely be mistaken for something you’re not, and I don’t want you to have to deal with that, which is why I keep reminding you to stay in the room.”

Brushing past me, she leaves the bathroom, and I follow behind slowly, watching her pace the small space.

“I’m bored. I’m not trying to be ungrateful, but you don’t even have Pay TV or PicFlix. What am I meant to do?”

This must feel like a prison to her. A safer one than the one I stole her from, but a prison all the same.

“If I give you my phone, can I trust you won’t make a call? Because you know I can go online and check.”

My question stills her feet, her body still engulfed in my hoodie despite the warm afternoon.

“Of course I wouldn’t. I won’t message anyone or anything, but do you have an account I can buy an eBook from? I can read on your phone. That’s what I really need right now.”

I actually believe she won’t do the wrong thing. If anything, breaking the rules is not in her nature. It’s the way she’s been raised, and my guess is the few times she has broken the rules, she’s paid the consequences dearly.

“You don’t want to read my World War II book?”

Her lips thin in a yeah-nah smile as she shakes her head. “I think I’d rather stare at the wall.”

I can’t hide my smirk. “You enjoy reading?”

She nods. “It’s been the only thing that’s held me together over the last couple of years.”

Fuck. Pain slices at the centre of my chest at her words, the ache in her tone so brutal that I know any thoughts I’ve had of what she may have been subjected to probably don’t even touch the surface of the harsh truth.

“I’m expecting a call. A very fucking important call. One I will need to return within minutes of receiving. If I place someone outside my door until I’m back, can I trust that you will subtly let them know when the call comes in, so they can get me, or bring my phone to me? You’ll have to let them know without letting anyone see you.”

She nods quickly. “Of course.”

I should just go and tell Smitty what I did last night and be done with it. Tell him I did a favour that involved our club members and that I smuggled an unapproved guest in without his knowledge.

Will he deck me? Most likely, but that doesn’t fucking worry me. What does worry me is what he’ll decide to do with Abbey. As the club President, he has the power to kick her out on the street and demand I stay away. He also has the power to declare her a mouse or Doxy, in which case, Abbey’s worst fears will come true.

Why the fuck didn’t I think over the consequences before I said yes to this job?

Because you’d do anything in memory of your dead brother, you moron.

Fuck.

“Don’t fucking make me regret this, Angel.” I point sternly at her, and she shakes her head, her eyes wide with what looks like a glimmer of happiness.

I pass her my phone, and help her navigate to the online store, telling her to order whatever digital books she likes, and while she does that, I hunt down Brody, finding him sitting on the edge of the pool getting a fucking blowjob off Georgia.

“Hey shitface, get your dick outta her mouth and come with me,” I snap, but Brody stays put, tipping his head back to look up at me as he fists Georgia’s hair and starts thrusting into her throat.

“Give. Me. One. Sec…ahhhhhh.”

I want to punch the fucker for making me wait, but his orgasm is quick, and he’s shoving Georgia away as she spits out the mouthful of jizz she just received.

“Jesus, Brody. You said you’d pull out. You know I don’t drink spunk.” Georgia splutters, shifting back in the murky pool water to get away from Brody, so I pull the prick up by the nape of his shirt, dragging him away from the pool as he tries to tuck his dick back in.

“Hey, take it easy, man.”

“You want to earn your way in faster?” I snap, shoving him hard, nearly making him fall on his face as we reach the centre of the courtyard that the Doxy girls are decorating for Spud’s birthday.

“Fuck yeah. What do I gotta do?” he says with excitement, not even acknowledging the fact I shoved him.

“You know that thing that you didn’t see last night?”

Brody stops, shooting me a toothy smile as he waggles his brows. “Yeah?”

“I want you to guard my fucking door from the fucking outside and make sure no one goes in or out except for me. And when she asks you to get me for an important phone call I’m expecting, you will come and get me straight a-fucking-way.”

“Yeah. Yeah. I can do that.” Brody nods.

“You can’t leave your post unless you are coming to get me. Are you sure you understand what the fuck I’m asking of you?” I hiss, curling my lip as I loom over him.

“Yeah, I get it. Stay outside your door. Don’t let anyone in or out and come and get you when she tells me to.”

“You know what will happen if you fuck this up?”

“I don’t get fast tracked in?” he asks, sounding really fucking sure.

“Actually, it’ll mean you never get in. It’ll mean that before the night has ended, you’ll be out on the street, on your own, never permitted to step foot inside these walls again.”

He gulps. “Never? ”

I lean forward, coming nose to nose with him. “Fucking never.”

“I won’t let you down.” He assures me, so I point to my fucking door.

“Aside from me, no one in or out. Time starts now.”

He gives me a mocking salute and takes up his post just outside my door as I ignore him and re-enter to go over the rules one more fucking time with my angel.