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wanted to put my sperm in her throat. I was holding her mouth on my erect penis like a slave.
    The truth was, I was the slave.
    I desired her with a burning passion. It wasn’t just her body I wanted, it wasn’t just the pleasure she could give me. I wanted her heart.
    I felt possessive of her in a way that’s impossible to describe.
    If I had to die to protect her, I didn’t care. I would do it. I would do what needed to be done.
    My cock pulsed again, and the first drips of pre-cum fell from my tip. She swallowed.
    I was on the verge. I pulled out of her mouth and brought her back up to me.
    “Kiss me,” I said.
    She hesitated for just a second, nervous that I’d taste myself on her mouth. Didn’t she know? I wanted to taste myself on her. I wanted my scent all over her. I wanted even the animals in the wild to know by scent she was mine.
    I put my tongue in her mouth and licked hers. Her tongue danced. Mine chased it. Her lips were so soft they were like heaven.
    The tip of my cock found the mouth of her vagina. It was soaking wet. I slid inside her and the throbbing girth of my cock throbbed deep inside.
    She gasped. “Jackson.”
    “Faith,” I said.
    “What are we doing?”
    I looked into her eyes. I didn’t know what to say to her, but I did know the answer. I wanted to come inside her. I wanted my semen in her womb.
    She slid away from me, her pussy escaping the dangerous reach of my naked cock.
    I grabbed her head and pushed her back down beneath the sheets.
    Her lips grabbed it and instantly, my cock clenched and pulsed in climax. The force of my orgasm burst inside her, an explosion of passion that poured into her tender mouth. I was going to keep her forever. That’s the thought that drove through my mind as my orgasm pulsed and throbbed inside her mouth.
    I almost felt guilty. She didn’t deserve this. Did she even know what I was going to do to her?
    I put my arms around her and pulled her face against my pulsing cock. She was small and soft against the hard muscles of my body. She was like a child. So innocent. I couldn’t wait till she cried out my name and called me master. I pictured the future as the last of my sperm poured into her mouth.
    Mine. All mine.

Chapter 9
    Faith
    J ACKSON’S BODY STARTLED ME. He was perfectly formed. The muscles on his torso and arms were like something out of an anatomy book. His tattoos were beautiful and intricate, and told the story of a man who’d been to hell and back. His cock hung between his legs like a proud trophy.
    But the scars—the scars were shocking. I don’t know what could have done that to his back. Either he’d been in some terrible accident, or else someone had whipped him till the flesh was in tatters. The scars layered on top of each other, possibly formed over years, and all I wanted to do was kiss them.
    “What happened to you?” I said. “I’ve never seen scars like that.”
    He was holding me in his arms. I still had the taste of him in my mouth, and I liked it.
    “It’s a long story,” he said.
    “We’ve got time.”
    He looked at me and smiled.
    “I don’t know if you’d want to hear this. It ain’t pretty.”
    “I want to know everything about you.”
    He held me tight.
    There was a noise out in the parking lot. When I realized it was motorcycles my blood froze.
    Jackson’s body tensed.
    “Is that your boyfriend?” he said.
    “How would he have found me?”
    Jackson got up and went to the window. “There are two riders out there. Black leather. The Los Lobos logo on their backs.”
    I put my hand in front of my mouth.
    “Stay inside” he said, his voice sharp as a razor.
    I nodded.
    Still naked, Jackson picked up his gun from the side table and burst out the door.
    I ran to the window. I recognized the riders, Slack and Jared, two Los Lobos henchmen. They weren’t full Lobos, just heavies hired as guards. They were still at their bikes, taking off their helmets and gloves, tired from the long ride out from