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J oel and I finally find my godforsaken charger so I can try calling Alex again.

I am worried. She always answers her phone when I call – no matter the time.

Joel noticed I was a little off a while ago and asked me numerous times what was up, but I don’t want to worry him, so I do what most stressed people in their twenties do best. I grab a bottle of vodka and start drinking. The plan is to get shitfaced.

I want to get my mind off my phone, and I want Joel to stop asking me “is everything okay?”, “what’s wrong?

” or “why do you keep checking your phone?” every ten minutes.

We just need to chill, and I am interested to see what the night will lead to with even more booze in the privacy of my apartment.

We move to the sofa with the icy bottle. As the vodka flows, Joel and I share tipsy laughter, our conversation flowing easily as we navigate the excitement of our first date.

“You seem a little on edge,” Joel observes, a concerned glint in his eyes as we move to face each other on the sofa. “Is everything alright?”

Ugh! Stop asking me that! Play it cool. You’ve got this.

I chuckle nervously, trying to brush off my jitters. “Yeah, just first-date nerves, I guess.” The lie tastes bitter on my tongue but I don’t want to ruin our night.

I am so close to getting what I’ve wanted for so long.

With each sip, the nerves begin to fade, replaced by a growing sense of ease in Joel’s company. His smile and charming demeanor put me at ease, and I find myself drawn to him in a way I hadn’t anticipated.

As time ticks by, our conversation takes on a more intimate tone, delving into deeper topics and shared interests. I catch his gaze lingering, trailing over me with a hunger that sends a thrill through my body.

Summoning all my courage, I lean in closer, the air between us charged with anticipation. “I’ve had a really great time tonight,” I confess, my voice barely above a whisper as I try not to slur the words.

Joel’s smile widens, his hand resting on my thigh. “Me too,” he replies, his touch sending shivers straight to my core as his hand finds the hem of my dress.

Oh fuck, I really didn’t think this through. It’ll take me at least fifteen minutes to get out of this dress. What was I thinking?!

Without a word, he pushes me onto my back as he crashes his mouth to mine, a feverish exploration of the desire simmering between us. The taste of him is intoxicating, igniting a fire within me that burns hotter with each passing moment.

He takes one look at my tight dress as soon as he breaks the kiss. Both of us panting heavily, he decides instead of trying to remove it, he is just hiking it up to my waist.

My cheeks flush as his hungry eyes land on my purple thong and I suddenly feel a burning sting when he rips the fabric off in one harsh tug before cupping my pussy and returning his lips to mine.

Moments later, he has my legs on his shoulders and my entire body vibrates with anticipation. My breath hitches as he nuzzles his face between my thighs.

“Oh God. Yes,” I moan as he eats me out. The feeling of his stubble grazing against my skin is utter perfection.

Ah, I have wanted this for so long. This is even better than in my dreams! Nothing beats the real thing.

“You like that, baby?” Joel mutters from between my legs. “Yes! Don’t stop!” I cry out, my voice laced with drunken ecstasy as I grab a fistful of his honey-colored hair and keep him in place.

“Come on my tongue, Beautiful.” His words ripple through me, and my orgasm takes over, waves of pleasure washing over me.

As my orgasm subsides, I pull Joel’s head up from between my thighs and kiss him, tasting my release on his lips. He returns the kiss hungrily, his hands exploring my body with eager fingers.

I reach for his belt, determined to reciprocate his efforts and give him the pleasure he just gave me.

Sliding his pants down, I take a moment to appreciate the sight of his cock standing at full attention. My breath catches as I lean in, my lips gently brushing against the velvety skin as I take him into my mouth.

I run my tongue along the length of his shaft, each eager motion eliciting a groan from him.

Fuck, nothing is sexier than hearing a man moan.

Joel’s moans become more frequent and intense as I take him deeper, feeling him hit the back of my throat. I feel his muscles start to tense but before he comes, he yanks me off of him by my hair.

He says nothing as he stands and pulls me along by my hand as he searches for my bedroom. As soon as we make it through the door, he pushes me onto the bed.

I fall back onto the mattress, letting out a small yelp before looking up at him in surprise.

Without exchanging words, we communicate with our bodies – instinctively knowing what to do in this moment.

He kneels on the bed before settling between my legs as he clamps his hand over my mouth.

Leaning in, he whispers, “Shh, I don’t want to get a noise complaint from the neighbors while I fuck you senseless. ”

His words almost causing my eyes to roll back into my skull as he positions himself against my slick entrance, his intense eye contact never wavering.

With one hard thrust, he enters me, burying his cock so deep I can’t help but cry out into his palm.

The muffled sound elicits a sinful smile from him as he watches me take all of him.

“F-fuuuck…” he moans, “you feel so good.” He slides his hand from my mouth to my throat and squeezes as he fucks me.

“I’ve been waiting for this all night,” he growls, his hips pounding harder against me. His hand tightens around my throat, just enough to send a thrill through me.

“Fuck me, Joel,” I beg, my voice trembling with lust and need. “Harder.”

His fingers dig into my hips as he moves inside me, each thrust more intense than the last. My body responds, my orgasm building, the intensity growing with every second.

I can feel the heat radiating from his skin, and his moans mix with mine, mingling as one euphoric sound. Joel slows down, his thrusts growing more controlled, more deliberate.

He leans down and kisses me. The combination of friction and the intimacy of the kiss pushes me over the edge.

“Fuck, I’m coming,” I gasp, my hands digging into his shoulders. “Come for me, Beautiful,” he growls, his own release close at hand.

As my orgasm washes over me, I can feel him stiffen before he thrusts one final time, pulling himself out as he paints my thighs with cum.

I make my way to my room in a towel after having some fun in the shower after our amazing fuck earlier while Joel finishes up in the shower. Spotting my phone on the nightstand I remember that I wanted to call Alex at the club, so I do just that.

Now is the perfect time to tell her about the amazing night while Joel can’t hear me. Probably a good thing she didn’t answer a few hours ago since I was quite drunk.

Dialing her number, I hold the phone to my ear, waiting for the ring as my heart starts pounding in anticipation. My excitement snuffed out in an instant as I’m greeted by the disembodied voice of her voicemail. Again.

What the fuck? Did she forget to charge her phone? It’s been hours.

With a heavy heart, I hang up the phone, my gut churning with unease as I stare at the lit screen. It is almost three thirty in the morning. As I sit on my bed, staring at the wall, I can’t shake the feeling that something is very wrong.

What if she… what if she’s in trouble? What if she’s hurt, or… or… something worse? I can’t sit here and think like this. I need to know where she is.

I snap out of my daze when I hear Joel turn the water off in the bathroom and swipe the screen until I see the familiar yellow icon.

Opening the Find My Friends app, I see her location was last recorded at the supermarket closer to her place and her “last online” was just moments after I texted her before the date.

My body stiffens and I can hear my blood pumping in my ear as I stare at her pin on the map, my mind racing a thousand miles an hour when Joel steps into the room, startling me. “What’s wrong?” he asks, walking toward me, clearly noticing the panic rising from within me.

I stare at him for long seconds, contemplating if I should tell him or not. “I- Um… I don’t want to ruin our night…” I say, my voice is shaking despite efforts to stay calm. “Molly, what is it?” He asks with a new-found firmness in his tone.

“I’ve been trying to get hold of Alex for a while…” I admit, unable to keep the knowing feeling in my gut at bay. “And?” he demands. He glares at me as he waits for me to continue, his jaw ticking with anticipation.

“Her phone’s dead and I can’t track her. I have a bad feeling. I’m so sorry I didn’t say anything earlier, I thought she may have forgotten to charge her phone or something but it’s not like her to be offline for so long… Mind if we go to her place? I need to know she’s okay.”

“Fuck Molly! You should have said something. Get dressed,” he growls, the seriousness in his voice sending chills down my spine as I watch him get dressed in haste.

“Why the fuck are you still sitting there? Put your fucking clothes on. Now,” he barks, snapping me out of my shocked state once again and I hurry to find clothes.

Once we make it inside his car, I have a full-blown meltdown and spill my guts to him. I tell him everything. The deal we made during our last girl’s night. The date with him. The arranged kidnapping for her. Everything.

His jaw ticks as his knuckles turn white around the steering wheel while we drive but he says nothing at first. As soon as we make it outside the city, he asks, “Did you do it?”

I look at him from the passenger seat, surprised to hear him speak since he was completely silent during my confession.

“Do what?”

He flashes me a heated look, “Did you arrange the idiotic fake kidnapping thing?”

I bite down on the inside of my bottom lip and answer, “No. Not really… I asked about their availability for next weekend. I just sent the company an email, I swear. They haven’t responded.” My voice sounding as apologetic as I feel.

“Good. You are not going to do that. I don’t give a shit what you two promised each other. Swear to me,” he demands, and I nod my agreement as he continues, “She better be alright.”

Saturday, 3:38 AM

Kieran’s mask covers his entire face again as he moves off the bed and faces me. He unzips his hoodie slowly, the zipper catching on every single tooth. The sound bounces around us, and with every metallic tick , my heart beats harder against my ribcage.

Shit… is this it?

I am disappointed that I cannot see his face, I scan the room, hoping to catch a glimpse of Fintan’s.

Fuck, his face is also fully covered now… I want to see them.

My attention is back on Kieran when he drops his hoodie on the floor beside me. I let my eyes roam over his marked skin, studying the tattoos that decorate his body, wrapping their way around his arms and up his neck.

My head is still swimming like it has been since I woke up in their basement, but I have never witnessed anything quite so mesmerizing. My chest rises and falls rapidly as I gaze up at him, watching his eyes roam over my body with an intensity that makes me shiver.

His gaze settles on my pussy as he moves closer again and the glow from the lamp illuminates his eyes—a hungry expression blazes in his dark emerald pools.

His eyes are dark green, like the depths of a forest at night.

The air around us is thick with the scent of sex and sweat, a heady aroma that only adds to the intensity of the moment. My mouth nearly waters at the sight of him and I can almost taste it on the tip of my tongue: a heady blend of lust and danger.

He pulls down his jeans before moving onto the bed and spreads my legs wide as he positions himself between them, rubbing his large cock against my entrance, up and down at a teasingly slow pace.

I gasp and thrash in the bonds that still hold my wrists as I finally find the courage to properly look down at my body, which is covered in streaks of dark red blood. They painted me like a macabre work of art in the dim light. It is undeniably fucked up and yet I find it strangely beautiful.

The ropes bite into my skin, leaving imprints of lines and knots as I struggle against them. My heart threatens to burst out of me as he hooks his forearms under my knees, lifting my lower half as he slides into me, inch by inch, filling me.

“Fuuuck… That’s it, Dove, you take it so fucking well,” he drawls.

I moan loudly, gasping as he buries his large cock inside me.

He starts to thrust in and out of me, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me each time he moves inside.

He drops my legs and hovers over me while he loses himself.

I feel my sanity slipping from my mind like the moans from my lips and give in to the sensation.

It’s not like I have much choice in the matter. I can just enjoy myself because it feels fucking incredible.

They were right; I am just as depraved as they are, and despite my outward reluctance and refusal to accept this situation, I want this.

I wrap my legs around him tightly, gasping as he thrusts with increasing intensity.

My eyes close instinctively as a wave of indescribable pleasure washes over me, each movement bringing even more ecstasy.

Kieran lets out a deep growl against my skin as the walls of my pussy squeeze him like a vice, unable to contain the pleasure coursing through me.