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washed over me, waves of pleasure that felt like they’d never end, I knew I’d signed a pact with the devil.
    I was his now. There would be no backing out, no escape. My body knew it. My heart knew it. My soul knew it. I belonged to Jackson Jones. The only thing that remained to be answered, was what he was going to do with me.

Chapter 8
    Jackson
    I SLEPT LIKE A DEAD MAN. The universe disappeared. The only things that existed were that room, that bed, and Faith’s tender, naked body lying next to me.
    I remained still as she climbed out of the bed. It was just before dawn. She moved around the room, gathering her things quietly. I didn’t know where she was planning to go without me. She’d come to me for help. Why run?
    “Put that down,” I said when she picked up my wallet.
    “I was just going to take a few dollars,” she said. “Enough to get to the city.”
    “And what would you do when you got there?”
    She looked at me helplessly. Even now, my cock throbbed at the sight of her. Her pussy tortured me. It was my drug. The thought of what I’d done to her the night before put a thrill down my spine.
    “Come here,” I said. “Take off that wet dress and come back to bed.”
    “No,” she said.
    “You came to me for help.”
    “I changed my mind.”
    “I told you, right from the beginning, there would be no turning back.”
    “I can still go back,” she said. “I don’t want you to get killed. Wolf and the others will stop at nothing. If they killed you, I’d never forgive myself.”
    I looked into her eyes. She was terrified. Wolf had really done a number on her. It would take a special kind of torture to scare a woman like Faith that way. I’d make him pay. I’d make them all pay.
    I climbed out of bed and for the first time Faith got a look at my naked body in daylight. I knew it would be a shock to her. She gasped. My tattoos weren’t just accessories, they were designed to mask the most horrible scars you can imagine. My entire body was covered in hundreds of thin scars, the result of a torture session I’d suffered at the hands of a monster.
    “Take off that dress and get back in my bed,” I said. “You don’t get to change your mind with me. We made a pact. For better or worse, our fates are sealed now.”
    She stood motionless for a minute, staring at my tortured skin, her hand in front of her mouth in shock. Then she looked into my eyes and did as I said, slipped out of her dress, and climbed back into the bed. I got in next to her, grabbed her, and pulled her close. I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t resist her. She was mine now, my property, and I couldn’t let her escape back to wherever it was she’d come from. What we’d done couldn’t be undone. We’d fused ourselves together.
    I put my lips to her ear and nibbled the lobe. “Touch me,” I whispered.
    She looked at me questioningly but I knew she understood.
    She took my cock in her hand and held it. It was far bigger than her tiny fist. It throbbed and she felt it.
    “You want me again?” she said, incredulously.
    I nodded. “Again and again and again. You’re mine, forever.”
    She climbed down under the covers. She was young, but knew what to do without being told. She knew how to use her body for me, to read my needs, my wants, my desires. She had a natural instinct for pleasuring a penis.
    She took me in her mouth. My cock throbbed dangerously, but she didn’t hesitate for a second. She brought her lips to the base of my balls, my long shaft right at the back of her throat. I pulled out, the length of my cock sliding along her delectable tongue. Her mouth felt like velvet. It was delicious. I wanted to spill myself and feel her swallow ever drop.
    I put my hands down on her head and gently forced my cock to the back of her throat. I held her there. I didn’t know if she could breathe. My cock pulsed, right on the verge of ecstasy.
    This poor, innocent child. What was I doing to her? I’d fucked her. Now I