The spark between us isn’t just threatening to light up. It has already been fanned into a flame, and I think both of us know there’s nothing we can do to stop it. The burning sun starts to rise behind us, lighting up the trees and making her look like an ethereal beauty.

I kiss her again. And again. And again, and our faces stay together as I walk us back toward the house. My arms hold her up as if she weighs nothing, and she puts her hands around the back of my head to pull herself up toward me and kiss me harder, letting out tongues flirt with each other between our lips.

I get past the door, but I only get as far as the couch before I stop to sit down with her, squeezing her, feeling her up. I’m full of greed and hunger, and all I want is to take more and more of her for myself.

Her blood is hot and full of need, despite all the innocence she’s held onto for so long. She moans softly as I bring my mouth below her jaw and suck on the nape of her neck. My teeth touch her skin, and I want to sink them into it. I nip her and breathe hot air on her, soft groaning from my chest getting her all the more excited.

I pull her shirt off before she has a chance to realize what I’m doing. My strong hands rip it away and toss it to the floor, and I squeeze her breast through the bra, thumb rolling over the soft fabric. I like how it teases me with what’s underneath.

Her hands go to my shirt, tugging at it, pleading with me to make it go away as well. She leans back on my lap to let me do just that, and the next moment, I’m bare chested before her.

She gazes on me with pure desire.

Her hands go to my pecs, soft hands running down them and over my nipples until she lets herself press her face to my chest. She listens to my strong, heavy heartbeat while gently thrusting her hips forward against my lap.

I can feel her heat.

Her nails dig into my sides and run down them. Every muscle I have, every inch of my hardened body, she worships.

Her lips press against my pecs, and her hands go up to my shoulders to feel the muscles that run from my neck to my biceps. She squeezes, scratches, kisses, anything she can do to feel more of me.

I’ve had women hanging on me before, but none have been so thoughtful as Eva. She hungers for me, everything I have to give and more.

I squeeze her hips and pull her closer into me, just to show how much control I have over her body, even as she enjoys everything I have to offer. While she basks my body with attention, I unhook her bra, then push her back just enough to slide it off and toss it to the floor.

I put my hands behind her back and run a finger down her spine to make her arch her back for me and present herself completely and utterly, breasts bare and tempting me. Just as she kissed my chest, I kiss her breasts, and my tongue rolls out to taste her. I suck her breasts gently at first, but I get more aggressive when I get that feeling of her stiff neediness in my mouth.

My tongue flicks her nipples with its tip, swirling around the areolas, memorizing every detail of her body and how it feels. My cock is growing stiffer by the second as I feel her against my mouth. My hot breath washes over her nipples, but that doesn’t keep them from getting stiff as if we were in the cold air outside.

My hands wrap around her waist and squeeze her harder, my body aching for her. But I’m going to deny myself just a little longer. I pick her up, and she whimpers as my mouth leaves her breasts, hands clawing for me a little, but she realizes that I’m turning her around, and she squirms around to make it happen.

I sit her on my lap facing away from me, and as soon as her ass is on my lap, she starts pushing it back into me, turning her head to look at me with lidded eyes.

“Fuck, Eva,” I groan as I feel the soft give of her ass cheeks pushing through our clothes against my thick, ribbed cock. “Every time I see you, I want to bend you over the kitchen table again.”

“Do you know how much I’ve dreamed about that night over and over again?” she says, her voice a whimper that makes my cock twitch.

I slide my finger around the waist of her pants until it reaches the front, and without more warning, I slip it under the fabrics to search out her pussy.

She gasps when the tip of my thick finger touches those hot, wet folds, and I rub them gently, feeling how ready she is for me.

“I’m going to give you something to dream about,” I whisper into her ear in a husky tone.

Her mouth hangs open and her hair spills over my chest as she leans her head back and pushes her hips up into my touch.

I don’t make it that easy for her, though.

Using my other hand, I hold her waist close to me, restraining her, pinning her to my hips while I finger her. My hand clenches around her possessively.

She squirms in my grasp and whimpers.

The tip of my finger touches that sensitive, swollen nub of her clit, and I start rubbing it gently, electrifying her pussy with the smallest movement. I rub my finger in small circles, taking in the rhythm of the way her folds slide around my finger.

She wants to wiggle away from my touch, but I hold her tightly in place. The sensitive touch I’m giving her is driving her wild and getting her wetter by the second. She puts her hands on my thighs and tries to dig them into the denim, sliding her ass back and forth as much as my snug grip allows.

I put my teeth on her neck again, gently brushing the sensitive skin, so very close to biting into her while I tease her clit. She starts pushing her hips up harder despite my hold on her. When I don’t let her go, she whimpers.

The sound is like music to my ears.

“Come for me,” I order her as my finger moves faster and faster around her clit, speeding up her own rhythm until I control it completely. Her breaths are short and desperate, and I can see the blush on her face as she gets closer and closer to the edge.

I feel her start to tighten and writhe in my grasp, but I never let her go, never relent, never slowdown in my endless circles on her clit.

She lets out a sharp gasp when she comes, and I feel my finger wetter than ever.

I hold onto her through the orgasm, digging my finger into her and feeling every part of her I can reach as I guide her through the orgasm.

When it starts to come to an end, I stand up and toss her on the couch, unbuttoning my pants and letting my cock spring free.

I pull her pants down her hips, and she wiggles to get them just to her knees. I don’t bother pulling them the rest of the way off or getting my pants off either. I want her.

Now.

For just a moment, I hold her hips in my hands, gazing at her glistening pussy and her ass cheeks, and I look past that to see her desperate, hungry face panting at me.

“Please, Sal,” she gasps, “I... I want to feel you!”

My body has known her for so little time, but it hungers for her as if it’s had her every night for years.

I seize her hips and spear her with my cock, hard and fast.

She gasps as I enter her, and this time, there’s no going slow and steady, no sensual ease. I want to fuck her, hard and fast, and that’s exactly what I’m going to do.

She’s on the couch, topless, her pants halfway down her legs, and my cock is stuffed inside her, thick and throbbing with each buck of my hips. I start rutting into her with a powerful, energetic pace that’s as precise as it is relentless.

With every thrust, her whole body shakes, and me holding onto her is the only thing that keeps her from getting run off the couch. My grip on her is as tight as it was when I was fingering her.

It’s like I have an animalistic drive to hammer into her, something primal in me that makes it feel so sweet and right at the same time that each thrust makes my blood run hotter.

My body is near perfection. I have arms that have killed men twice as strong as me. But every inch of those muscles are in fire with lust for Eva, this broken girl impaled on my cock.

She’s sweet and tight. My cock glides through her insides and grinds against everything, absolutely everything. There’s nothing inside her that I can’t claim, and I prove it to her.

I twist her hips to the left as I fuck her, then right, and each new angle lets me feel more of her, and I feel as her legs squirm and struggle in my grasp. She’s utterly mine, and that fact makes me grow harder and stiffer than ever.

My balls are heavy and swollen with desire. I need to empty myself into her. I want to. Every muscle in my body wants it. But the more I ache for her, the sweeter it feels, the better each thrust is in her.

And as she gets tight and screams again, I know it’s better for her, too. The force of her orgasm is almost enough to knock me over the edge of my own pleasure, but my control over my body and hers is absolute.

My cock is so hard that I feel like I could hold her up with it and nothing else. After her orgasm dies down, I pull out of her and slap her ass with a sharp crack that resonates in the room.

“On your knees,” I order her, and she obeys like she was trained for it.

I grab her ass before she’s even in position, and I thrust into her again, immediately hitting her g-spot and focusing all my attention there, pounding into her over and over again. I think about that first time we spent together, the look in her eyes and the sound of her voice when she asked to suck my cock.

It’s enough to make me dizzy as I rut into her.

But that doesn’t stop me. Nothing could, right now. Over and over again, my hips smack against her ass while my heavy, needy balls swing under her, and I hear moans of pleasure coming from her lips with each thrust. Soon, she grabs one of the cushions on the couch and digs her nails and her teeth into it, both to keep her stable and to give her something to bite into as I feel her getting tight around me again.

When the orgasm hits her, she screams into the cushion, absolutely letting loose all her inhibitions. The shuddering I feel in her body tells me just how good it feels, how complete and absolute the orgasm is for her.

And with that, I release myself.

My hips start bucking into her in less of a precise, machine-like pistoning and more of just a wild attack, an endless onslaught of force that sends me spiraling over the edge of my own control.

My hands have never lessened their grip on her hips, and even now, they don’t. Even as I thrust wildly into her, I let her know she’s mine.

And I won’t let her go unless she wants it, and with every arch of her back up into me, every time she begs me for more, I know she wants and needs it.

I feel white-hot pleasure rushing up my shaft as my balls tighten along with the rest of my groin, and as it shoots up into her pussy, I let out a deep, rough groan into the room.

The first shot is so satisfying, so strong and fierce, that I can even feel her tumble into her own orgasm with it, and she gasps sweetly as more and more of my seed empties out into her.

After what feels like an eternity of golden stillness between us while our energy unwinds together, I slide out of her, watching my seed drip onto her ass from the tip of my still-stiff cock. Finally, she rolls over to look up at me, and there’s a sleepy smile on her face.

“Thanks for the lesson,” she says.

I smile and lean in to kiss her deeply, getting one last taste of her before our lips part.

“You still have a lot to learn from me,” I say.

Several minutes later, Eva has padded off to the shower to wash herself off. I would have joined her, but as I was putting my pants back on, it occurred to me that in all the excitement of the night, I hadn’t gotten a chance to look over the thumb drive yet like I’d planned to.

I don’t like putting plans off, so I sit down to start combing through the files while I listen to the soothing sound of shower falling in the background.

There is something soothing about the knowledge that Eva is here. The little signs of her presence, like the shower and the occasional food wrapper left out or her footsteps in the morning, they all made me feel... better about being here, somehow.

Whatever the feeling is, it is all new.

But as I sift through all the useless information on the thumb drive, I can’t help but be distracted by a pang of guilt at what I am doing with Eva.

No matter what we say to each other or in our heads in the heat of the moment together, she is broken. I practically bought her with the property, and god knows what kind of psychological damage she must have from being down there so long. She has a life to get back to.

And yet, she stays here with me.

She’s had plenty of chances to run. It wouldn’t be that hard, I think to myself. I made this place difficult to get into, but easy to get out of. She isn’t even locked in. She could slip out at night or while I’m in the shower and make it through the woods to the town and find help. Hell, she could even get me arrested.

But she’s still here, getting closer and closer to me by the day.

As those thoughts tug at me, though, something catches my eye on the screen. I sift through a few emails, and my eyes widen.

Just as they do, I hear Eva coming up behind me. Wearing fresh clothes and her hair still dripping wet, she wraps her arms around my neck and plants a kiss on my cheek, to my surprise.

“Well, hello,” I say, cracking a smile at her.

“Hey,” she says, and I’m struck by how much her face is glowing as she looks at me. I don’t have long to dwell on it, though—she peers at the screen and raises an eyebrow.

“What’re you looking at?”

“I found something interesting,” I say, turning back to the screen. “It’s an email between your brother and someone I recognize.”

“Someone you recognize?” The worry in her voice tells me she understands how serious that could be.

“Mink wasn’t the only man with mafia ties Blake was in touch with,” I say, stroking my chin, gesturing to the email on the screen. “This guy he talked to here, they call him ‘Jackrabbit’ Jamie. He’s a slimy little shit, not very professional, but he knows people. Manages to keep his unwashed hands in everyone’s dish. This might have been the guy Blake used to find Mink. Could still be an active contact.”

“Oh my god…” Eva says, her shining eyes getting wider. “You’re not thinking about…?”

“Paying him a visit?” I ask, giving her a judicious look. “I am. This might be our best lead yet. Is that going to be a problem?”

She hesitates, and she opens her mouth to speak.

A soft alarm goes off.

My eyes snap to one of the security feeds I have rigged up to my computer, and it shows me the road leading up to the property.

There’s a police car heading up the driveway.

My fist tightens.

“Fuck.”