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P R E V I E W : “The five million have been wired to the account you gave us,” the man says. “Thank you for your business.” My eyes widen. Five million dollars. Holy crap. If Edgar was willing to pay just over a million for me and had such warped plans for me, I can only imagine what sort of intentions this lunatic has. S U M M A R Y : My life had a plan. Until he invaded it and stole it all away. My captor took me and I became a pawn. His strategy changed and he sent me away to WAR, because money is everything in this world. In my WAR, though, I found peace. I couldn't help but find love where I least expected it, with a man who lived a battle every day of his life ...all inside his head. But then my captor came back for me. Yet, this time, battle lines had been drawn and I was protected. So we thought. Even though my WAR was raging, my captor would fight to the death. The good guys always win, right? Not always. All's fair in love and WAR, right? Not this time. {THIS STORY CONTAINS MATURE THEMES, SUCH AS; VIOLENCE, RAPE, HUMAN TRAFFICKING, SEXUAL REFERENCES, EXPLICIT SEX, AND DEPICTIONS OF ABUSE. READER'S DISCRETION IS ADVISED.}

Erotica / Romance
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“Every end is a new beginning.” - Marianne Williamson


Three days ago…

“Lower.” His slurp echoes in my bedroom and I tense up. Our eyes meet for a brief second before his tongue starts to lap at me again.

My friend Audrey says when a guy eats you out, it’s the most amazing thing on the planet. Yet as Aiden flicks his tongue everywhere except the part of me that seems on fire with need, I can’t help but wonder if she was lying. She’s always been one to embellish the truth. And right now, as my body tenses with the urge to explode, I never quite reach the climax I’m after. Audrey most certainly fibbed about this little detail.

Aiden grunts and his gentle thumbs stroke the insides of my thighs as he tastes me. The maneuver itself is sweet and one I have come to expect from my boyfriend of a year and a half. However, just once, I’d like for him to dig his fingers into my legs. To suck my clit that he seems to be dancing around. To force his way into me and break the barrier I’d gladly give to him if he’d take rather than ask.

I chew on my lip and ponder my bizarre thoughts rather than focus on the pleasure that seems to be slipping farther and farther away.

What would Dad do if he were to come in here and find Aiden between my legs? I stifle a giggle. He’d yank him away from me by his hair and drag him out of the house most likely—probably landing a punch or two on his handsome face before he sent him on his way. My amusement dies though when I think about him explaining what happened to her.

My mother.

Her pale lips would fall into the slightest of frowns and her blonde brows would pinch together. She’d become shaky and weaker than she already is with worry. That very thought sobers me up completely.

“Mmm,” Aiden grunts from below, dragging me back to the task at hand.

I skim my gaze over his spiked brown hair and his bare shoulders. He didn’t quite develop into the hot boy he is now until the summer before our senior year. Six months into the school year and I still catch myself grinning. I didn’t expect to be in a serious relationship with the best-looking guy in school. But I’m certainly not complaining.

Well… Maybe I am a little. He’s a great kisser and an attentive boyfriend. But I crave for him to possess my body in a carnal way that matches the blazing of my heart—to bruise my flesh as his fingers dig into me while he takes me in such a way that suggests his body needs mine for life.

“I love you.” His murmured breath against my clit jolts me and I wish he’d do it again. We’re both learning here but I hope he learns a little bit faster.

“I love you too. Don’t stop.”

With newfound fury, he increases the speed at which he circles my sensitive flesh. So close and yet still so far away. I’d like to grab onto that spiky hair and hold him right where I want him. The thought sends a thrill quivering down my spine.

I hear a car door slam and my thoughts immediately go to my dad’s best friend, Elijah. He’s lived next door to us for nearly ten years now and they’ve been inseparable ever since. Images of his dark mop of hair that sometimes hides his brown eyes—eyes that seem to always twinkle with delight when he sees me—flood my mind. Lately, I think about him a lot.

Way too much.

When Dad’s stressed about Mom’s illness, he and Elijah spend hours drinking beer and whispering stuff I’m not privy to hearing. In a way, I’m glad Dad has someone to confide in. I just wish I could curl up between them like I used to before I grew boobs and started wearing makeup. Once I hit puberty, the way I used to climb all over him like he was my favorite tree ended as quickly as it’d started. Elijah now seems agitated every time I’m near him.

His dark eyes will flick over my body briefly, and with a flash of something that makes my belly ache, but he always moves them someplace else and affixes me with his annoyed glare instead. The disdain in his eyes only intensifies if Aiden is around. If looks could kill, I’d fear for Aiden’s life.

It was as if he flipped a switch one day and didn’t like me anymore. I may be young but I’m not stupid. I know, deep down, there’s more than what is on the surface with Elijah.

That he wants me.

Aiden hits a spot that has me jolting upright. So close. So damn close. If he’d go back and spend a little more time there, I might find this elusive orgasm. I lean back and rest on my elbows so I can watch him. I’m beginning to lose faith in his abilities once again when something by the open window catches my eye.

A dark shadow.

Aiden swipes his hot tongue back over my clit and I buck as if I’m a live wire jolting with electricity. More, Aiden. More…

I close my eyes, hoping to leap over that blissful edge. My brain betrays the one before me though as thoughts of another man flood my mind—a man with messy hair and coffee-colored eyes.

A man. Not a boy like Aiden.

“Oh God,” I whimper and bite my lip, attempting to force images of my sexy boyfriend back to the forefront of my mind. “I feel close.”

Aiden’s tongue goes wild and I squirm against him. I want his tongue to own me. I want him to stick his fingers inside of me and probe where nobody but me has ever been before. I’m ready for so much more than what we’ve had—for the innocence of our relationship to die a quick death.

A creak of the floorboard in my bedroom has me jerking my eyes open. I expect to see Dad—to meet the furious glare of my father. But I don’t.

Instead, it’s something a thousand times more terrifying. And I nearly come despite the alarm that renders me immobile. I’m a sick girl.

A tall man, dressed completely in black, donning a ski mask holds a finger to his lips as he sneaks up behind Aiden. Terror seizes me and I’m unable to move a muscle. I want to scream. I want to scramble away. I want to know what the hell is going on. But I can’t do anything but stare.

His dark eyes through the mask stay on mine as he prowls closer. Of course Aiden chooses that exact moment to hit the right spot. Spots darken my vision and I’m on the cusp of something euphoric.

But my dream is threading with a nightmare. This darkness fits but it is also wrong and dirty. This can’t be real—this can’t be happening.

I’m confused, but the moment he grabs on to my boyfriend’s hair and yanks him away from me, reality splashes me out of my lusty daze. I find my voice and I scream.

Everything seems to slow down and I’m rooted with my butt on the quilt Nana made for me when I was twelve. Aiden attempts to swing at the man but he’s too slow—too young—too innocent.


The man’s fist connects with Aiden’s nose and the sickening crunch has me dry heaving.


Aiden crumples to the floor as blood gushes from his face. I need to help him. No, I need to get away. Fear releases its clutch on me and I scramble on the bed toward the door. I’m close when a powerful arm hooks around my middle and yanks me back.

His hand slaps over my mouth and my naked body heaves in his clutches. I attempt to wriggle from his unyielding grasp but he’s too strong.

“Did you come?” he hisses against my head and frees my mouth.

The room blurs with my tears and I freeze. I know this voice.


“It was a yes or no answer, little girl. You have three seconds to answer the fucking question before I slit that pussy’s throat.”


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