“Look at me, Rebecca,” I order.
Her eyes slowly open, hazy with desire as they meet mine. “What do I call you?”
Lifting her legs to rest on my shoulders, I lean over her, kissing her deeply. “Trey Williams, at your service,” I murmur against her lips.
A small laugh escapes at that before another groan comes, her walls clamping down again as her back tries to arch right off the table, another orgasm slamming into her.
Picking up my speed, I thrust into her again, and then once more, shouting out as waves of pleasure course through me, my cum filling her.
Lowering her legs, I step back, holding onto the back of a chair while I catch my breath, my heart thundering madly as I come down from the high.
Rebecca lays where I left her, spread out on the table like a sacrificial offering to the gods, pink pussy swollen and puffy, my cum leaking from her. Another wave of lust forces me to my knees, and once again, I descend upon her like a lion to the feast, lapping at her with a hungry, insatiable mouth as I clean myself from her.
Rebecca screeches, her hands grasping at the table. “I can’t Trey,” she groans. “Please, it’s too much.”
I smile against her, uncaring, biting down on her clit as my fingers smear her arousal around her lips, then move them lower, pressing into her ass. With a cry, Rebecca arches her back, grinding against my mouth as she shudders out a final orgasm, her cum soaking my face.
Standing, I grab dead guy’s jacket off the back of the chair, wiping my face before using it to clean Rebecca. Smiling shyly up at me, she takes my outstretched hand and allows me to pull her up before walking over to collect her dress, putting it back on. It’s a shame to cover those incredible curves, but I need to think, and I can’t do that if she’s strutting around naked.
“Where is everyone?” I ask, realizing I should have asked that earlier.
Her brows turn down, as she looks out the doorway. “I’m not sure,” she replies, hands shaking slightly. “Momma and Papa were supposed to come down to dinner with us, but they never did. They might be dealing with something. Sometimes there are problems with buyers. Takes them hours to sort it out.”
A sense of urgency runs through me when I think how stupid I can be sometimes. I let my lust overpower my common sense, which could have been deadly if her father came in and was armed.Fuck.I usually don’t do things so impulsively. Or if I do, I at least have some sort of plan in place. Blasting a ten-foot hole in a wall and running in blind was one thing—fucking Rebecca up against the wall with other people in the house another thing altogether.
Grabbing her hand, I start pulling her out of the room.
“Where are we going?”
“I told you, you’re mine. I’m getting you out of here, we’ll go somewhere safe. Someone is bound to have heard the blast, and the police could be on their way.” She starts pulling against me at this, and I tighten my grip on her wrist, causing her to gasp in pain.
“Trey, stop!” she pants out, her chest heaving and a scowl heavy on her face. “I can’t just leave.”
My free hand forms a fist as I turn on her. “Why not?”
“I can’t leave my sisters. Papa will kill them if I run away!”
I stop at this, considering, weighing our options. This place is out in the middle of nowhere—even if someone heard the blast and reported it, it would still take time for the cops to come out this way. Then they’d have to find it. Urgency mixes with doubt and confusion. “Rebecca, I’m sure they won’t hurt your sisters. It wouldn’t make sense to, unless your father is crazy.”
Pulling away from me, she drops to the floor, scooping up the gun I’d forgotten about. Rising to her feet, she levels it at me, the snick of the safety being removed stilling me. “You would kill me?” I ask, shock running through me. Has God led me astray again?
Red hot anger pulses through me and I step forward, pressing myself into the gun, daring her to pull the trigger.
Glaring back at me with hard eyes, she isn’t scared to face me. “I’m not leaving without my sisters, Trey. I’ll go with you. But not without them.” Her face softens slightly, the gun wavering before dropping to her side. Placing a small hand on my cheek, she whispers softly, “Please.”
My head drops to my chest, defeat evident in the long sigh I exhale. Grabbing the gun out of her hand, I take hers again, leading us out into the foyer. “Where to?” I ask quietly, and follow her as she gestures towards the stairs.
Clicking the light on at the top, she comes to a stop outside a closed door. “Reese,” she calls quietly, knocking softly on the door. When there’s no answer, she goes inside, me right behind her with the gun pointed out.
Rebecca climbs onto the bed, shaking her sister. Stepping back into the hall to keep watch for her parents, I hear Rebecca talking softly to her.
“Reesy, wake up. We’re going to get out of here. Reese?” A low, buzzing whine has me turning, and I peer into the darkened room, watching as Rebecca pulls her sister into her arms, rocking her.
“Come on, Reesy! Remember that man I told you about? The one with the mask? He’s here, he’s going to help us. We’ll finally be free. No more Papa, no more punishments. But you have to wake up, we have to get Rachel, Ruth, and Rosalie before Papa sees.”
Rebecca pulls Reese closer to her, smoothing her hair out of her face.
“Becca?” comes a gravelly voice.
