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On the phone with the detective, Saverin nearly missed the six men marching single file up the hill. They were dressed in working clothes, hats and boots and all. He thought he knew them; then he was sure of it.

“Thank you very much, detective,” he said. “Reckon you’ll go over there and sort it out?”

“Not a chance in hell,” the detective’s voice crackled back. “Return the Bible, or it’s your hide, Bailey.”

Saverin hung up. The men had reached the house. Coffee could wait.

Saverin wiped the ointment he’d been about to apply to his scar off his hands and onto a rag. He stepped outside, the morning sun searing bright into his eyes.

“We come in peace,” called the troop’s apparent leader, a sandy-haired man with a funny name— what was the name? Saverin knew it; something biblical…He kept the Kimber holstered at his waist.

“We don’t have guns, nothing. We just want to talk,” the man said.

Absalom. His name was Absalom. Him and the other cousins Saverin knew from the harvest. Every year McCalls and the associated clans harvested the great weed crop from the secret hills, cured it, packed it, and then smuggled it off the mountain.

Absalom did the cutting and worked quality control. And he was a troublemaker. But he raised his shirt to show an empty belt, and the rest of his goons did the same.

In the past it was common for family to turn up at the Bailey place uninvited, but that tradition ended when Saverin’s brother and father went under the dirt.

“Can I help you?” Saverin asked, his calm voice belied by the angry glint in his eyes.

“We want nothing from you, Saverin. Just your time,” said Absalom very politely.

“I’ll time you one minute to get off my hill.”

“Not until we speak our piece,” Absalom said, planting his feet. “We heard what you said at the Turnkey. Our clan may bear some blame for what happened to your brother Sam, God rest him, and maybe to your Pa as well. And to your…disfigurement. But we ought to let bygones be bygones.”

“Do we?”

Absalom met Saverin’s uneven stare. It was always interesting to see the change in someone’s face when they took the full measure of his scars for the first time. Absalom’s bravado faltered, humbled by the ruin of a man he’d once held in awe.

“I understand your anger, cousin,” the Green Tree went on more carefully. “Family’s got to stand together. That’s why I’m comin’ to you straight like a man.”

“Noble words.”

“I mean them,” said Absalom with an intensity that gave the Bailey man pause. There was something else.

“What?” Saverin asked, though deep down he knew.

Absalom said, “Roman.”

The damaged tissue of Saverin’s face allowed little expression but he felt a coil of dread knot tighter in his gut. “What about Roman?”

“Roman’s led the family ever since Duke died. He holds the keys– we never questioned that, even with his…blood. But he wants to stop the harvest.‘Go clean’, he says. Shut down the fields.”

“I’m out of the business. That ain’t my concern.”

“Bullshit,” said Absalom.

Saverin stared at the uppity son of a bitch. “I beg your pardon?”

“Saverin, we ain’t stupid. Without dope we’ve got no income. You think we don’t get that the McCalls and Baileys have been tight as corn since the first days of Florin, tossing just enough scraps to keep us fed? Where’s our land? Our hills? Buried in debt to Roman McCall.” Absalom’s eyes flashed. “All we have is the harvest. I figure that’s just the way you big boys at the top always wanted it, but you won’t take it from us now without a fight.”

In the social ladder of Florin Saverin understood his position. Baileys had backed McCalls every step on the road to riches. These two clans were the top of the food chain, and the others like the Green Trees worked for them and died for them if needed be; that was just how it was.

Absalom’s green eyes burned like a zealot’s. Did Roman know what kind of tiger was roaming loose in his kingdom?

“Speak plain,” said Saverin.

“You know the operation better than anyone but Roman. You can make it legitimate if he’s gone.”

“I’ve lost enough to clan politics,” Saverin answered harshly, knowing what he was gunning for.

“But you still want revenge on the Snatch Hills,” said Absalom swiftly. “Perhaps— ”

“Revenge, but not by your hands. Go home; I want no part of your intrigue.”

“You Baileys always saw the bigger picture,” Absalom said. “Blood and tradition– you know what that means. Change is coming whether you support it or not, Saverin. And surely we can come to an understanding.”

“Blood and tradition,” Saverin murmured. The man said he wanted peace, but those words were a battle cry.

Roman doesn’t know what they’re planning. Who’s to warn him? Me?

“He won’t betray the halfbreed,” one of the Green Trees piped up suddenly. Saverin recognized that one from the Turnkey. But it proved nothing; memories of that night were mostly of Tanya.

Blood and tradition.

Absalom put out his hand. He was giving Saverin a chance to stand down.

“Will you accept our deepest apologies for Sam and your father?” the young Green Tree said with the impeccable manners of a gentleman. “Let’s have no more strife between our clans.”

“I accept,” said Saverin, taking his hand. “But I make no deals with kinkillers.”

“I see none here,” said the steely-eyed man named Absalom. “Until we meet again, cousin .”

According to the strange magic of small places, two people could live forever next to each other and never meet, but after the first introduction will see each other everywhere.

After the Green Trees left, Saverin sat on his porch and watched the yellow dog sniffing around the treeline down the hill from his house. The dog had appeared right after Absalom and his clansmen left. It had to be the same rogue who was pestering Wilks Johnny. He wondered if it had an owner or had been born feral. Saverin called to the animal but it just gave him a withering look and ducked back into the trees. Just as well; taking in stray curs was not on the mission board. No dog could replace Fang anyway.

Once the dog disappeared he soon forgot it and returned to his primary objective. After confirming a few things with the detective Saverin had formed a plan, but for its success he needed backup. What he aimed to do broke about ten different laws and one careless move could turn the whole situation nuclear. He went down the list of contacts and stopped at his cousin Crash Walker. If anyone could help with an honorable kidnapping it was the bird-fanatic bounty hunter.

He was about to call his cousin when another snapping noise came from the trees. At first he thought the small brown figure moving along the treeline might just be a fixation of his mind. Surely it couldn’t be…

“Tanya!” he called in disbelief.

The girl froze, framed against the trees like a painting. He stepped to it down the path, half believing she would disappear before his eyes.

She wore an old hoodie and jeans, and some dirty sneakers on her feet. Her eyes were puffy. She doesn’t sleep. And she still looked pretty as a picture to Saverin, but dazed, as if she’d been hit on the head.

“It’s like damned Disneyland on this hill today.”

“What?”

“Nevermind. Did you get lost picking daisies or what?”

“What are you doing here?” She retorted. “Are you stalking me?”

A laugh escaped him. Saverin saw the blue tips of her fingers as she pulled her hoodie up over her head. She had hunched over herself, arms folded against the cold. A scan of the trees told him she was alone. His amusement stopped cold. What if she’d ran into the Green Trees?

“You shouldn’t be cutting through these woods by yourself. There’s worse things than mountain lions stalking the trails.”

“Like what? Bears?”

“Like men.”

“Like you .”

“This is my land, Tanya.”

“Are you for real?” She swiveled her head to see the The haunted look never left her face. Sleepless night , he judged. A bad dream.

“This is all yours, really?”

“Yeah.”

“How big is–”

“Big,” he said. He shrugged out of his coat and handed it to her. “It’s a long walk back to yours. Unless— you want a drink?”

“It’s the morning.”

“I meant coffee, not White Lightning.”

She bit her lip and he thought she would refuse, tell him to go to hell, or some other Tanya-ism.

“How about a daiquiri?” She whispered, and they both laughed.

Tanya allowed Saverin to lead her up the hill and through the wall of trees onto a steep rise. It sure was pretty up here. That was nice. Her distress wanted to eat up each happy thought and send her back to the dark place, but a beautiful view is a powerful force and Tanya was glad she had come.

It was a bright sunny meadow with wildflowers everywhere, the kind of perfect summer morning Florin was capable of.

Through a nodding field of grass a big cabin sat at the very top of the hill. She had never seen anything so grand and so tucked away. Tanya put her head down and put her feet where Saverin put his boots, until finally they were at the top, circled by a breathtaking view of the whole county.

She could see everything. There was a telescope. She went to it immediately and stared down at the tiny specks moving across Florin.

“I don’t believe this,” she exclaimed. “You can even see the Appletree.”

“You can look at it some more— if you want. Let me grab some things.”

“I want coffee.”

He laughed at her making demands on him and she thought she should make demands more often. So this was Saverin’s house— a pretty cabin on a hill. This was like a fairyland. Butterflies floated past her and the grass was wet with dew. She slid her feet out of her work clogs and rolled off her socks. She twisted her toes deep into the wet grass and the worry and sadness in her heart lightened.

He went inside and got her a blanket that was very warm, and then in less than a minute he was messing with the fire pit and turning a spark into a steady flame. He scooped coffee grounds into some interesting little pot he set right on the coals, fanning, building, with the efficiency of a man who almost lived outdoors, and his patient expression made her tingle in interesting places.

Saverin noticed her staring at him and a flush went up the back of his neck. Tanya watched it in amazement like she had been watching him since he got the matches out. This was how he looked in the light of day— he was breathtaking. Large, long, and strong.

It took a while and they said nothing to each other. He wasn’t much for talking. He tended the fire and took off the pot and poured the coffee smooth into her cup. His hands were hard and rough-backed. Hands that could break things. Hands that could kill.

And now those hands were holding out a glass jar with something white and fluffy in it, and a spoon. She hadn’t noticed them among the coffee things.

“What is that?”

“Cream,” he said. “It’s fresh.”

She scooped it— like ice cream— and dissolved it in her coffee, slow and delicious.

She drank it in silence and he didn’t fill it with small talk or any kind of talk at all. He sat next to her, their thighs touching.

“Rough night?” He asked finally.

“Bad dreams,” Tanya admitted. Damn if it wasn’t the best coffee she’d ever had. Mister Bailey…Saverin… smelled like he’d just washed his hair. And he had shaved.

“I have work soon. I can’t stay long,” she said.

“Strange time to go wandering through the woods.”

Tanya looked around. “So this is your house…” She tried not to show she was impressed. It was very critical that he didn’t see how it affected her, seeing his money.

“That forest goes on for miles. I walk in there sometimes when I need to think,” he said.

“I wasn’t trying to think,” said Tanya bleakly.

“I understand.” Saverin cleared his throat. “I know that feeling, too.”

Tanya looked down into her coffee. “Can you give me some good news?”

It seemed to Tanya that Saverin hesitated, and changed his answer mid-thought. “I read this book called Roots.. .”

“You did what ?”

“I was not prepared.” He put her own book in her lap and she laughed against her will and in disbelief.

“You stole this from me, are you serious?”

“Do you really have work, sunshine?”

She stared into his eyes. No, she didn’t have work today, because petty-ass Kyle had reshuffled the schedule to cut her hours. And she still hadn’t heard back from the grocery store Ben Simpson had recommended. She also still didn’t have money for Faisal yet, and no means to get to Rowanville. Should she ask him to take her down there anyway? She already knew he would. Should she go to the playground where her baby disappeared, like she’d done over and over again? Wandering around like a mad lady, again. Turning over every stone and leaf for clues, again?

Tanya set the book down, feeling the strange connection she had to this man deepen. “I never thought you’d be so open minded.”

“Me neither. I used to believe…Well.” His neck turned pink again. “You get all these notions from the grown folks around you, and nothing ever happens in your life to prove different. You turn blind. On purpose. Just to stay comfortable. That’s all. Hell – I can’t explain it. ”

Tanya looked around at the great wooden house and frowned. “Saverin?”

“Mm?”

“You stay here all by yourself?”

“I do.”

“What do you do all day?”

“Sleep. Eat. Work out. When Fang – my dog– was still alive, I’d walk him.” He cleared his throat. “I don’t work or nothing like that. I ain’t worked since– since two years ago.”

“What happened two years ago?”

“Lots of things changed,” he said vaguely. Hint taken. She backed off the subject, searching for a new one.

“Thank you for the money, by the way,” she said.

“I believe we had a deal.” He turned over a coal in the fire. “Didn’t we?”

“We did. I didn’t forget. But you scared me, breaking into my house like that. You didn’t have to do that at all.”

He rubbed his thumb into a worn hole in his jeans. “My head ain’t on straight as far as you’re concerned. I am sorry.”He looked at her sideways. “Do you really have work today?”

She didn’t, actually. Petty-ass Kyle had cut her hours. And she still hadn’t heard back from the job at the grocery store Ben Simpson had told her about. She had the money for Faisal now, thanks to Saverin, but getting to Rowanville was another story. Should she ask Saverin for a ride down the mountain?

“I have to go to Rowanville today,” she began tentatively.

“I’m headed there myself. Around noon.” He checked his millionaire’s watch, but Tanya knew they had about three hours until then. “Can you hang?” he asked.

She thought about it. Faisal would still be there in three hours. And even if she paid the private investigator the money right this minute, she had serious doubts he would jump right on her case.

What if those three hours make all the difference? What if you don’t go now, and they never find him? Every decision seemed to be the wrong one.

Saverin took her hand again, rubbing her fingers between his. “Hey, Tanya. Look at me.”

His burned, scarred face wasn’t really that bad. He could be so kind. She looked at him for just a moment before it became too much and she buried her face in his chest, not even understanding what moved her to do it. He hugged her solidly, like a friend.

“Your son is fine,” he said. “Just breathe a minute.”

“I’m breathing,” she said, inhaling his incredible smell that she had actually missed. “I think maybe I’m just fooling myself. Maybe everything I do to find him is for nothing. Maybe it’s too late.”

“Don’t give up hope,” Saverin said firmly. “Now, can I show you something before we go? It’ll make you feel better.”

“What?”

“Something nice.”

“Can I get another clue?”

“Warm,” he added thoughtfully. It was enough for Tanya.

They cut a path around the house. Why they needed to hold hands to do that she wasn’t sure, but she allowed it. It occurred to Tanya that a man who lived in such isolation probably didn’t get a woman’s touch unless he went out looking for it. Paying for it. He was so much taller than she was. He looked nearly like a different species, his pale skin contrasting with her own dark brown shade.

“Can you believe people can look so different from each other?” she was moved to ask.

“One of God’s mysteries.” He frowned and didn’t say more.

They walked through another sunny glade like the one they’d climbed to get to the cabin. It was so beautiful up here. So lonely. Tanya had always lived around other people; even in her current apartment she had neighbors. She wondered how he could stand the nights up here with nobody to share it with.

Nobody…Until you .

She was slowly putting him together. Checking her advantage. It scared her. She’d been burned before in the worst way by a man like him. But what if she held the power this time?

Whatever I ask, he gives me.

What does he want from me?

“Tell me about this Colton,” Saverin said. “Your boy’s father. What type of man is he?”

“A dickhead.”

“Could you be more specific?”

“He owned the building Mama and I used to stay in.” She didn’t want to talk about Colton; even saying his name was too much.

“You think he’ll keep looking for you?”

She shuddered. What would be the point in telling Saverin what she’d seen last night on her doorstep? She still wasn’t sure she had dreamed it all. “I try to pretend he doesn’t exist,” she said.

“How’s that working out?”

Not very well, apparently. Tanya kept her voice neutral as she said, “He told me that if his family ever found out about me and the child, they would cut off his inheritance. So I did him a favor by running off. I guess he changed his mind.”

Her companion had stopped listening after inheritance . “Rich boy?” he asked shrewdly.

“You could say so.” Tanya’s fingers went stiff in his hand. “Except he was a grown ass man…anyway.”

Saverin’s eyes narrowed but he kept his thoughts to himself.

“What about you? You don’t have a girlfriend?” Tanya asked curiously.

Saverin laughed at something only he could know. “Look– we’re almost there,” was all he said.

The color of the earth began to change. The ground turned yellow and the soil became clay. The trees thinned out and their twisted roots now wore a chalky residue.

And then Saverin stopped. “We’re here.”

But where was here ?

A magical sound drew her attention to her feet. Right there, a mountain spring bubbled up out of the ground in a steady flow of sparkling clean water. Following the trail she saw a green pool that could have fit the both of them. It also looked freezing cold.

“Wow,” she said, wondering where warm fit in to the equation. But then Saverin pointed to another place, and Tanya’s amazement climbed impossibly higher. Because the water over there was milky white, plumes of steam clouding the surface. She caught the strong smell of eggs.

“Fancying a dip?” Saverin asked as if this was all very ordinary. “It’s so cursed cold I think we better.”

“You can get in there? Like a bathtub ?” Tanya backed up a step. She’d heard of stuff like this but seeing it in person wasn’t too inviting. If only it looked more like the cold spring and less like a bowl of ramen missing the noodles.

“They say it washes away all hurt and pain,” Saverin said.

“I don’t have anything to swim with.” He couldn’t be serious. Did he mean for her to get in there naked?

Apparently he did. Saverin flicked the hem of her sweatshirt, the point of his rough finger finding her bare skin. “Just like God intended,” he teased.

“Why does it smell like that?”

“Sulfur. Iron. Some other minerals.”

“That damn near looks ready to boil us alive.”

He went right up to the natural spring and put his hand in it, to show her. “Hot enough to melt chocolate,” he said, and she rolled her eyes, which made him smile.

Still Tanya hesitated. Should she really be doing this? Maybe she should just go to Rowanville now instead of fooling around with this man

Not letting her spoil the fun, Saverin stripped off his hoodie and then his shirt– but stopped when he saw Tanya’s expression. It was one thing for her to feel his scars in the sacred darkness of a night-time tryst. It was another to see them in broad daylight.

To Tanya’s fascination the blush that crept up his neck and chest never reached the scars. They remained deathly pale, the flesh twisted and ruined beyond all recognition. He didn’t have a nipple, and the pectoral muscle was dented as if a man’s fist had collapsed it. The ruin spread down his waist…

Saverin just stood there, his shirt half-off, rigid under her stare. As Tanya searched for the right words he turned around abruptly and removed the shirt, jacket, everything. His pride would never let her see him weaken.

She thought about how he must not ever be touched. Two years, he’d been up here? I wonder what happened…

“You getting in or not?” he asked calmly, his back still turned.

Instead of answering she took a step forward and just wrapped her arms around his bare torso. Just like how he had held her a few minutes ago. He stiffened, but then allowed it.

Skin to skin. Her cheek pressed against his back. Listening to his heartbeat like a steady roll of thunder.

A shudder passed through Saverin. He pulled away from her, untying his boots, working his jeans off his narrow hips. He shucked down his black boxers and then climbed fully naked into the spring.

Well, she wasn’t about to just stand there watching him like a billy goat. Tanya whipped off her hoodie and T-shirt. It’s not like he doesn’t know what I look like.

She stripped down in a hurry, even taking off her panties. Saverin had vanished into the steam.

They were completely alone and the thrill of being naked was a new experience she soon became lost in.

The water closed around her foot and it was so deliciously warm…

“Tanya,” came Saverin’s voice somewhere to her left. “Tanya, wait–”

She dropped the rest of herself right into the spring.

Water closed over her head but her panicked struggle lasted only as long as it took Saverin to lift her up above the surface. She thanked him by coughing water all over his chest.

“I meant to tell you, it’s deep over there.”

“Urkk!”

“You good?”

She coughed some more before answering sheepishly, “Yes, I’m fine.”

He guided her to a small ledge in the spring, one that may have been cut there by human hands or the water itself. She could sit there with her head and shoulders above the surface. Tanya melted back against the smooth wall of stone, feeling the tension in her whole body ease.

“Oh,” she said softly.

All her aches and worries dissolved in the soothing heat. Her stress retreated. It was like she had been dying of thirst and just been given the purest water to drink. She was so tense, angry, and sad all the time these days. Just for one moment she could let loose…relax…

Saverin could stand up easily in the spring. He actually made it look small. His giant form cast a shadow over her, and without meaning to she shrank away from him.

“How do you feel?”

“Good,” Tanya gulped, wiping her stinging eyes. “Warm.”

“I almost never do this, if you can believe it.” He pushed a curl off her forehead. “You can come here anytime you want.”

“You must tell all the ladies that.”

“What ladies?”

“All the ladies you pick up at the Turnkey.”

“I don’t make a habit of picking up whores.”

She cut her arm through the water and sent a tidal wave of hot steaming water all over him. He came up sputtering. “Hell, Tanya— you know I didn’t mean it like that.”

“So is that what you think of me?”

“Not at all.”He shook water from his hair. “I don’t.”

“I didn’t get a fancy house and land because of who my daddy was. If I had, you never would have touched me.”

“Is that right?”

“Yeah, that’s right.”

Saverin rubbed the back of his hand against the scar tissue on his face.

Shoot, I didn’t mean because of that.

She only meant it was desperation that had compelled her through the Turnkey doors. Desperation that made her agree to be with him…That had turned into a dangerous attraction.

His scars had nothing to do with it. But why should she apologize to save his pride? What about her pride?

She didn’t have to deal with the judgment of a man who would pay a woman for sex. How was that so much better than selling?

“I’m out,” she said.

He got a hold on her arm as she tried to pull herself out of the spring. “Wait.”

“Let go of me!”

He didn’t. His eyes burned down at her and she could suddenly read his thoughts. He gave me another five hundred— I still owe him.

She went still under his grip, her eyes falling shut. Was it fear that petrified her, or a sick anticipation? Sex with Saverin was like nothing she’d ever experienced.

Tension wound tight between them before Saverin released her.

“Forget it,” he said. “Go, if you want.”

She didn’t say anything, nor did she open her eyes. And she didn’t move.

“Go,” he said viciously.

I’m using him for money, he’s using me for sex. It’s only because of him I can pay Faisal today. Only because of him I can find my son. Fair’s fair, baby. Time to pay up.

“I can’t,” she said.

“Either we do this with no judgment, or we don’t,” he rasped. “Nothing in the middle.”

“I owe you for the money you left for me,” Tanya answered through a lump in her throat. “So you can have me. A deal is a deal.”

She reached under the water to touch him. He was hard— harder than she had imagined. Her pussy clenched on itself, treacherously wanting him inside her. She shifted closer, brushing her titties against his chest. Now she was acting exactly like what he’d called her earlier. Exactly like that.

He stared at her titties and she remembered the aching suck of his lips and tongue. How he suffocated himself in them as his dick – He seized her wrist before she could wrap her hand around it.

“You want me to act like a monster,” Saverin said. His voice shook with rage. “You want me to bend you over here and rape you, and send you staggerin’ back through the woods with my seed in you like some kind of beast. Would that make you feel better?”

“N-no…”

“The first time I laid eyes on you I wanted to fuck you. You think I was the only one? Hate me for it, blame me for it, but I stuck my neck out to take you out of that place and it wasn’t because of this.” He reached under the water and lightly squeezed her pussy. She gasped, jumping deeper into his arms.

“If you think I’d ever take a woman who could barely tolerate my touch you got me dead wrong, Tanya.”

Tanya’s hand found his cock again and he didn’t stop her. He pushed hair off her shoulder, the tension between them now explicitly sexual.

“You went down to the Turnkey for a reason that night,” she whispered back. “Why? If it wasn’t ‘your habit’, why’d you take me upstairs?”

“I ain’t paying you to ask questions.”

“Then take what you’re paying for.”

He slung her legs over his hips and pinned her against the wet stone. They were sweating, not just because of the intense heat in the water. He thrust inside her completely, once, deep and hard. The sudden intrusion robbed her of breath. Stars flung across Tanya’s eyes. Her moan was ecstasy.

Saverin stared down at her and a dark tremor passed through him as he understood he was inside of this woman with no protection. He’d never meant to come this far, he told himself, but of course that was a lie. Her body aroused him to the point of insanity and at the sight of her he’d stop at nothing to get between her deep brown thighs like he was doing right now. Tanya had one that was hot as a lit coal, tight and slick and jerking on him dangerously.

He was bare; she was fucking perfect– her body, Christ—

He drove between her legs again, again, again before finally extracting himself from her tightness and moving away from her. The heat wasn’t helping it. Fight it, fight it…

“You…you go on back,” he snarled. “Get out.”

“What?”

“Go,” he said, backing away from her, fisting himself under the water. But his hands could never replicate the soft hot glove of Tanya’s body. He fought for control. “Dry off with my shirt and go back to the house.”

“No,” she said.

He settled down into the water. “Tanya.”

“No,” she whispered.

Their lips locked, he had her on the wall again but this time there was no hesitation as he entered her.

Tanya moaned and sighed and stuttered her pleasure with every thing he did her. And he did her about everything he could think of.

By the time he’d fucked his five hundred dollars out of Tanya she was nearly senseless, a sticky mess on his long white dick, her loving cream gathering under his cockhead. He put her on the ledge and opened her legs and took no mercy..

She was holding onto him desperately. Nearly as desperately as he was holding onto her. His name was on her lips but it was his soul calling out in a deep cry as he used her body to forget his pain and hurt.

When his sac bulged, ready to begin its rapid discharge into her womb with the seeds of life, for one dangerous moment Saverin considered holding her down and filling her with all of it, damn the consequences. All the power was in his hands. He imagined her rage, her fear– she’d hate him but she would never leave him…belly swollen, dependent, she would have to live here with him and he would never be lonely again…A beautiful son she’d give him, and he’d get her pregnant again…and again… The family he’d lost replaced by the one he’d chosen, with gorgeous Tanya.

But even in the throes of dark passion Saverin’s natural male selfishness could never conquer his true heart. He was incapable of destroying what he loved. Tanya could never live like that– she was a mother already and she had to be free. He roared like a beast and pulled out, sparing her the destiny he had envisioned and instead pulling her into his arms as cum pumped endlessly from his cock over her stomach and between the channel of her titties. They were blown off the peak together, sinking down into the steaming waves as one.