Yeah, little doll, you woke the fucking demons.

  Grabbing her waist, I picked her up and backed her up against the wall. Her legs wrapped around me, and that fast, unsteady breathing she was doing made me want to laugh. I moved her down until I felt the hot, tight hole that I was gonna own.

  I reached down and grabbed my cock, then ran it over her slit. She made a small whimper.

  “That’s it, little doll. It’s big, isn’t it?” I taunted as I ran it over her pussy lips. “And your cunt is tiny. But you wanted fucked. If someone is going to hurt this sweet pussy, it’s gonna be me.”

  “Thatcher,” she breathed, her nails biting into my shoulders.

  I liked that. Leave marks, little doll.

  I didn’t wait for her to say more. Mostly because I no longer held my control. She’d snapped it. Leaning down near her ear, I chuckled. Hearing the demented sound only made my cock throb harder.

  “You wanted it,” I whispered in her ear. “Then, take it!”

  I slammed into her, knowing in the back of my mind that I’d hate myself for this when I was sane again.

  Her scream filled the steamy shower, and I grabbed her wet hair, pulling it back so she was looking up at me. Seeing who it was that was taking that pussy. Me. It would only be me. GODDAMN, she was tight. When I pushed in harder, she let out another cry.

  “That tight cunt has it all now,” I told her, brushing my lips over her cheekbone. “You’re squeezing me so good.” I licked at her open mouth. “I tried to just eat that sweet pussy. Just give you pleasure,” I explained, pulling back slowly before sinking back into the slick velvet walls bringing me a nirvana I hadn’t known was possible. “But you kept pushing me.” I nipped at her bottom lip with my teeth. “Making me do things I didn’t want to do.”

  I pumped into her again. She was so hot. It was so slick. Fucking hell, I didn’t want to ever pull out of her.

  “OH!” she moaned.

  I watched as the pain she’d felt faded from her face. It was starting to feel good. That cherry was popped, and now, I had my own magical cunt to bury my dick in.

  “That’s it, sweet girl. Stretching for me so good,” I praised her as I squeezed her ass cheeks in my hands. “How do you like being filled? Hmm? Is this what you wanted? Your cunt to be stuffed with my cock?”

  “Oh God! Thatcher,” she cried and clawed at my arms.

  “Yes, baby?”

  “I’m gonna come,” she said.

  Her mouth fell open, and she went stiff before screaming out my name and sending her gushing release all over my dick. Jerking out of her, I put her down on the ledge of the stone, giving her some more height, and spun her around.

  “Hands on the wall!” I ordered.

  She was gasping for breath as she placed her palms on the stone and leaned forward. I grabbed her right leg and lifted it until I could get her high enough to sink my dick back into. Just as I watched it disappear back into her tight hole, I realized there was no condom.

  FUCK!

  She squeezed me as she started to go off again. Bucking her ass back against me and trying to grab on to the wall. I was inside her raw. Things started to grow hazy as I felt a tightness in my chest take me. I’d never had a pussy bare. This one was coating my dick with her cream with no barrier.

  My cunt!

  I felt the heat in my balls and knew I was about to fill her if I didn’t get out. But I wanted it in there. Filling her up. I was clean. I got checked. My knees felt weak, and I took that one second to decide the little pill she took every morning was safe.

  “FUUUCK!” I roared, slamming into her as my body convulsed.

  My abs locked up tight as I began to pump my release into her. She was moaning again and clenching my cock with her tight cave.

  Once I finished, I stared down at her back as she started to go limp in my hands. There was no going back from this. It was done, and she’d have to face the consequences. No one deserved what she had just claimed. But she’d taken it regardless.

  My fucked-up, twisted soul was hers. Demons and all.

  • Thirty-Three •

  “I’ve been in your bedroom, little doll. I’ve seen your things.”

  Capri

  Thatcher picked me up and moved me over to the built-in bench without a word. I sank down onto it. I had no strength left in my legs to stand. He didn’t say anything as he picked up the shampoo and squeezed some into his hand, then proceeded to wash my hair.

  I closed my eyes as his strong hands massaged my scalp. He worked his hands down the strands, making sure he didn’t miss a spot, then reached for a handheld water sprayer and began to rinse it. I reached up and wiped the water from my face and looked up at him. He was getting the other bottle, which I assumed was the conditioner. His eyes shifted to mine as he put some into his palm.

  Without saying a word, he began running his fingers through my locks, working the conditioner in as he got out the tangles. I blinked against the water as my eyes watched his lower stomach muscles move, then followed the trail of hair that led to his still semi-hard penis. Which had been inside me.

  I dropped my eyes down to my thighs and opened them a little. The thick fluid that leaked from between them took a moment to register. When it did, my head snapped up to stare at Thatcher. There had been no condom. Of course there hadn’t. We’d gotten in the shower, naked. Why hadn’t that dawned on me?

  Because I had lost my mind, and all I’d wanted was to be fucked by this man. He’d given me my wish, and it had been … spectacular. It had hurt at first. Bad. But then it had turned into something else. I’d have done anything he asked of me at that moment.

  His eyes met mine. He’d rinsed my hair. Did he realize he’d been inside me without a condom? I took birth control daily because my periods were awful if I didn’t. But there was more than just pregnancy to worry about. How often did he get checked?

  He’d been in another woman earlier today. I winced. God, I was so stupid. How did this man make me do such irresponsible things?

  Thatcher took my hand and pulled me up.

  “You came inside me?” I said, still not believing that I hadn’t thought about it.

  He nodded.

  I licked my lips, and he reached behind me and turned off the water.

  “Stay in here where it’s warm, and I’ll get you a towel.”

  That was all he was going to say? I had his cum leaking between my legs, and he was getting me a towel. I’d just had sex with a crazy man, and I’d known it when I let him touch me. I had basically begged him to. Once he put his hands on my body, I lost common sense.

  He stepped out, and my eyes went to his muscular, round ass and the two dimples right above it on his lower back. He was a walking wet dream. Could I truly blame myself? Most girls didn’t get to lose their virginity to a man who looked like that one. Or fucked like him.

  I closed my eyes and sighed. I was in trouble. I’d convinced myself my feelings for him weren’t real deep, and I’d almost believed it. But now that I’d had the man buried inside me, I knew better. What I felt went well beyond what it should. I was in dangerous territory. Instead of trying to figure out how to get out of here, I was trying to figure out how to keep Thatcher from getting in trouble. I wasn’t going to press charges, and I would lie and say I ran off with him if asked.

  He stepped back inside with a large, fluffy white towel opened up and came over to me, wrapping me up in it. The towel was almost hot, as if it had been heated. I shivered into it, and he pulled me to him, holding me for a moment before placing a hand on my back and leading me out of the rain cave, which was what his shower reminded me of.

  When I stepped out onto the rug, he picked up another towel and started drying my hair. He was not helping matters. I needed to be mad. He’d come inside of me. Gone without a condom. I could have some sexually transmitted disease! Had he considered that? He didn’t want to hurt me, but he sure hadn’t thought of my safety when he entered me bare.

  “When were you tested last?” I asked him.

  “Two weeks ago. I get tested monthly. But I’ll be tested again immediately.” He cupped the side of my face and looked at me. “You’re the first cunt I’ve taken raw.”

  So … that meant without a condom?

  His eyes traveled down to my lips. “I’ve never forgotten before.”

  “Then, I should be fine?”

  He nodded. “Yeah, you’re okay. I wouldn’t lie to you about that.”

  “I’m on birth control.”

  “I know.”

  I tensed as he finished with my hair, and I grabbed the towel that he’d wrapped around me to turn and glare up at him. “How do you know?”

  His lips curled up at the corners. “I’ve been in your bedroom, little doll. I’ve seen your things.”

  I raised my eyebrows. “You’ve snooped, you mean?”

  A deep chuckle came from his chest. “You get pissy, and I’ll spread those legs before your tender cunt is ready.”

  I sucked in a breath and felt my nipples harden. Thank God the towel was hiding it.

  He ran the back of his hand down my cheek and over my collarbone. “Getting flushed doesn’t help either.”

  Dammit.

  I spun around and stalked out of the bathroom and into the bedroom I’d woken up in earlier. The T-shirt I’d been wearing was gone, and I had nothing to put on. My grip on the towel tightened as I stood there, not sure what to do.

  I felt him come up behind me. He ran a hand down my bare arm.

  “Is it sore? Are you hurt?” The concern in his tone was gonna do me in.

  I closed my eyes and inhaled through my nose. “No. I mean, I’m not hurt, but I can feel it.” The way he’d filled me and stretched me was still a nice ache between my legs.

  He pulled my damp hair back away from my shoulders. “Lie down, and I’ll make it feel better.”

  My entire body felt warm. He did that so easily. I shook my head, not sure I trusted my words.

  He pressed his lips just below my ear. “You sure? I know it hurt. I can make it all better.”

  “Thatcher.” I said his name more for myself than anything. I had to stop this. The more I was with him, the more difficult it would be in the end. “How long are we staying here? My parents are going to be worried. I don’t have my phone. They can’t get in touch with me.”

  His hand gripped my waist and pulled me back against him. I could hear him breathing hard and fast in my ear.

  “I’m keeping you.”

  Keeping me?!

  Remember, Capri, the sexy man who you lose your head over isn’t mentally stable. He says weird stuff that belongs on crime documentaries. This is not a romantic story taking place. He can’t do that.

  “My parents will be worried,” I repeated.

  He ran his tongue over the curve of my earlobe. “I’ll make sure they know you’re safe,” he said.

  “How?”

  The towel around me was jerked away before I could react and grab it. My feet left the floor as he lifted me up and tossed me onto the bed. I scrambled back and looked at him as he crawled onto the bed, his eyes on me.

  “Open your legs,” he demanded.

  “Thatcher, I have concerns. I’m worried about my parents,” I argued as he moved toward me.

  His sculpted, tanned body reminded me of a lion’s sauntered movements. God, I was already achy again. How was I supposed to stop my reaction to him?

  “And I’m worried about your little abused cunt.”

  The darkness behind his eyes should scare me. It did at first. But the more I experienced it, the more I welcomed it.

  Giving in, I let my legs fall open.

  “Fuck, that’s nice. All swollen and used,” he said in a hoarse whisper.

  I squirmed. That hedonistic spark in his expression excited me. I watched him as he ran a finger along the entrance, and I hissed because it was more tender than I’d realized.

  Lifting his finger, he brought it to my mouth. “Still a little of my cum left,” he told me, then ran it along my bottom lip.

  I licked it off, tasting the saltiness.

  “Mmmm, you already saw what happens when I’m pushed.”

  I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth and waited. My clit was already tingling and anxious. I knew what was coming, and I wanted it. He’d given me a taste, and now, I was an addict.

  • Thirty-Four •

  I was better when she was with me.

  Thatcher

  I lit the cigarette between my teeth before pressing King’s number into the phone in my hand. I didn’t even get to inhale but once when he picked up.

  “This’d better fucking be you,” he ground out, causing me to grin as I looked out over the wooded location of the cabin.

  “Miss me?” I asked, taking another pull.

  “Thatch, Capri is considered a missing person. There are searches for her. Her parents have been on the news! It’s been over seventy-two hours, and this shit is now a problem.”

  Her fucking parents could go to hell. Neither of them deserved her.

  “Sounds like a lotta drama,” I replied.

  “Burner phone,” he muttered. “Dammit, Thatcher!”

  Smirking, I took the cigarette from my mouth. “Tell Wilder I said hello. Sorry I’m missing his visit.”

  Did they really think I was stupid enough to call from any phone they could trace? I had three more minutes before I had to end the call. He’d have this burner traced by that time. I knew the details and how it worked.

  “You have got to bring her home,” Wilder said, taking the phone from King. “Stellan is fucking livid, and Blaise has been alerted.”

  I stuck the cigarette back in my mouth and glanced back at the door to the cabin. I’d left Capri sleeping in bed to come make the call. I had known by now that things would get ugly. Couldn’t take the beloved minister’s daughter and no one notice.

  “Can’t do that,” I replied.

  “You can’t abduct her either!” Wilder shouted.

  I thought about how sweet she’d been, curled up against me, after I fucked her last night.

  “That’s a strong word. She’s real happy and taken care of.”

  “Jesus Christ, you deal with him,” Wilder said.

  “What is it with her, Thatch? You’ve done some crazy shit, but kidnapping an innocent female is fucked up, even for you,” King said, sounding stressed.

  “She wants to be here. Now,” I replied.

  Time was up.

  “She’s good. Y’all need to let it go. I’ll handle the rest,” I replied, then ended the call before disabling the phone.

  I had been prepared for that, but they’d needed to know it was good. She was fine. I’d assured them.

  I finished the cigarette, then put it in the ashtray before going back inside. Biggest issue I saw was the boss. If he decided I had to be punished for this, then so be it. He wouldn’t kill me. They all needed me, and they knew it. When you were the best weapon they had, you could get away with more shit.

  I started for the hallway leading back to the bedroom when Capri appeared. Another one of my T-shirts was covering too much of her body. She blushed and looked at me like I was the answer to all her problems. Damn, that was nice.

  “Morning,” I said. “Hungry?”

  She grinned. “I can cook, you know.”

  Yeah, I knew. I’d watched her through the window countless times.

  “You want to cook?”

  She nodded.

  I walked over to her, and those eyes of hers widened. She was still nervous with me. At least until I had her chasing an orgasm. The more I fucked her, the more agreeable she got. I was just getting more obsessed.

  “All right,” I said, cupping the side of her face. She leaned into my hand, and, fuck, I liked that. “You cook, then I’ll eat. The breakfast, then you.”

  The pink stain on her cheeks owned me. I loved making it pop up.

  I dropped my hand and watched her walk over to the kitchen. Keeping her here forever wasn’t feasible, but I wanted to. I didn’t want to share her. I wanted her with me all the time. I was better when she was with me. Figuring out how to make that happen was the problem. Her parents had brought in the police and the news media. Typically, I planned things out. But she’d run from me, and I hadn’t thought clearly. There had been no planning.

  The longer we stayed here, the closer it was to Wilder finding us. I had been careful, covering all paper traces when I bought this place five years ago. But Wilder was good at what he did. He’d find something that led him here. I just needed enough time to make sure she never left me. I needed her to love me.

  Even if I had no fucking clue how to do that. I’d never fallen in love. I didn’t know what that felt like. I’d not even been in like. My own mother didn’t love me. My father wasn’t the affectionate sort. Besides, I was sure that emotion was one of the many I lacked the ability to feel.

  Capri didn’t. She could love. I just needed her to love me. It was asking a lot. I didn’t think I was easy to love. But if she loved me, she wouldn’t leave me. She’d stay with me when they showed up. I knew fucking wasn’t love. I had done enough of it in my life to be aware there was no real attachment that formed. At least for me. Women, however, tended to get attached when sex was added.

  If she couldn’t love me, then maybe there was a chance she would be addicted to me. She’d stay then too … I thought.

  “How many eggs do you want in your omelet?” she asked me, bringing me out of my thoughts.

  “Four,” I replied.

  She reached for the carton and began cracking them into a bowl. Seeing her there, cooking for me, made the possessive beast inside me begin to pace.

  She was mine. No one was coming and taking her from me.