She tastes like nothing I’ve ever had before. Her lips are soft but firm against mine as I kiss her hard. Her tongue explores mine and I feel her moan into my mouth as my hands slowly slide down her naked body. I pause to tease her erect, hard little nipples but slide down to find her dripping pussy.

I’m hard as fuck as I begin to work her clit, still kissing her. She wraps her arms around my neck as I press two fingers deep inside of her, making her tip her head back and gasp. I grin, kissing her neck, losing myself in the moment.

I slide down her body, fingers back out, and kiss along her skin. She groans as I tongue her nipples, teasing them with my mouth. I take one between my lips before dipping farther down, kissing her stomach, moving closer.

“Logan,” she groans as I gently find her clit. I lick it slowly at first, getting her used to the sensation, before sucking her harder.

I drop down and spread her legs wide. I tongue her clit, moving faster, licking her every inch. I’m practically lapping her up, loving her taste, insane with desire for it. I slide my tongue inside of her and she weaves her fingers through my hair, moaning loudly.

This is what I fucking needed. I had to get a taste of her perfect little pussy, her delicious clit. I use my tongue, lips, and teeth to drive her crazy, getting her back arched, her whole body getting into it.

I slide two fingers deep inside of her before looking up. “You taste perfect,” I say. “God, I could suck this fucking clit all goddamn day.”

She moans, watching me with her mouth hanging open, her eyes wide. “Oh my god, Logan,” she breathes. “I’ve never ...“

“I know,” I say, grinning. “You didn’t know what you were in for.”

I press my fingers deep inside of her, sliding them in and out and she tips her head back, moaning, rolling her hips. I drop back down to lick her clit as I fuck her with my fingers. I follow her pace, moving along with her, driving her closer and closer. I pulled her back from the edge and now I’m going to shove her over it until she can’t breathe.

I keep sliding my fingers in and out while looking up at her again. “Is this what you thought about while touching yourself?” I ask her. “Does this feel the way you wanted it to?”

“Better,” she gasps. “Fuck, Logan. Better.”

I smirk and press my fingers in deep before going back at her clit. I pump my fingers faster, harder, sliding in and out, licking her clit, sucking it harder. She’s moaning and her body is damp with sweat, and it’s taking every ounce of my energy not to fuck her right here and now.

It’s not the time for that yet, though. I need to get her off, work this body. She deserves it and I want to give her the pleasure that I’ve been promising.

Her whole body begins to stiffen and I know she’s close. Her moans are louder, more insistent, and she can’t stop saying my name. I reach up with my free hand and feel her breast, teasing her nipple, as I continue to fuck her with my fingers, sucking her clit with my lips.

She tosses her head back and moans, her whole body stiffening. “Come for me,” I say, pumping my fingers into her. “Come on, pet, come for me.”

“Fuck,” she moans, low and loud, and her whole body spasms.

I don’t let up. I keep pumping my finger and licking her clit as she comes. I can practically feel her pussy clench as the orgasm takes her over, her whole body moving in waves of pleasure.

It slowly dies down. We slow together and eventually stop. She collapses back onto the cot, flushed and breathing deep, and I sit back to admire her.

She’s fucking gorgeous. Goddamn, I find myself amazed every time I see just how beautiful she is. It’s like she was built for me. I love her small, pink nipples and her deep eyes. I love her full lips and the curve of her chin. I can’t help but stare at her and wonder how the fuck I got so lucky.

“Wow,” she says finally, a smile on her face.

I grin back at her. “That’s just the beginning, you know.”

She laughs, shaking her head. “I’m not sure it can get any better.”

“It can. I promise.” I smirk and lean forward, taking her chin. She lets me kiss her, slow and soft.

When I finish, I pull her toward me, letting her rest her head in my lap. I softly knead her shoulders as she curls up next to me.

“Tell me something,” I say. “What do you miss the most about home?”

She’s quiet for some time, and for a second I think she didn’t hear me. But then she speaks up, breaking the silence.

“There’s not much, if I’m honest,” she says. “My father is a bastard. An abusive bastard.”

I sigh. It’s fucking always that way, isn’t it? We can’t have normal lives. Not if the world has anything to say about it.

“Wasn’t there anything that even he couldn’t ruin for you?”

“One thing,” she says softly.

“What?”

“I don’t want to say. It’s like ... ” she trails off.

“A treasure,” I say for her.

“Exactly.” She sits up and looks at me. “It’s a treasure. I don’t want to share it with anyone.”

I smile and kiss her forehead. “What if I shared a treasure of my own with you?”

She looks skeptical but she nods. “Okay. Try me.”

I take a deep breath and let it out. I have so few good memories from my childhood, so few precious things to share with her. What few precious memories I do have, I rarely ever share with someone. They’re like diamonds to me, and I’m afraid that they’ll lose their luster if I bring them out into the open.

But I need to win her trust. I’m running out of time. Besides, I feel like she’ll understand more than anyone else.

“There was a game,” I say. “When I was really young. It was this Pac-Man game. I used to play it when I’d go to the arcade. It’s stupid, but I used to lose myself there, spending every single last dime I had to play level after level.” I shake my head, smiling at the good memory. “That’s still my happy place, I guess. Pac-Man.”

She smiles and for a second, she looks radiant. The sunlight bathes her through the tiny window and she cocks her head at me.

“Pac-Man, huh?” she asks. “I didn’t take you for a videogame man.”

“Just back then,” I say. “I haven’t played since.”

“For me, it’s the beach.” She puts her head back down in my lap and I continue rubbing her shoulders. “We used to go there when I was younger. I was allowed to go to the ocean alone and walk along the water, and I’d walk for miles. Once, my father’s staff even called the police, because I was gone all day.” She laughs softly, clearly lost in a good memory.

“So you miss the ocean?” I prod.

“I do. I really miss it.”

“What if I said I could give you the ocean?”

She pauses then looks at me again. “We’re near water?”

I nod, smiling at her. “It’s not far at all.”

She stares at me without saying anything for a few second then sits up and leans away from me. She wraps a blanket around herself, and for a second I think I’ve lost her.

“I’d like that,” she says, looking away from me.

I realize why she moved. She’s crying. She’s trying to hide it from me, but she’s definitely crying. I want to reach out and comfort her, but I have the feeling that it’s the wrong move to make. It would only upset her if I saw this weakness.

Instead, I pretend not to notice.

“Good. We’ll play another game soon. And if you win, you can have the ocean.”

“I’m looking forward to it.”

I stand and take one last look at her. We made some serious progress today, and I’m optimistic as hell.

But there is still a lot of danger in our future. The worst has yet to come, and I still have another job to do.

“I’ll be back later with dinner,” I say. “And tomorrow, we’ll play.”

“Okay,” she says.

“Bye, my pet.”

She just looks away from me and doesn’t respond.

I leave the cell and shut the door behind me. I lock it before walking away.

That moment on her cot, sharing those stories, that was the most intimate I’ve ever been with a woman. It’s strange to think that I’ve had so many women in my bed over the years, but I’ve never opened up and shared like that with a single one of them.

And yet I find myself wanting Riley to know me. I want her to see the man that I am, not the monster she thinks I am. I want her to know that I’m here to save her and all the women here, that I’m a good guy, that I’m on her side.

I want her to know that I’ll never let another man hurt her again. Not someone here and definitely not her father.

But I can’t. That’s the fucking bitch of this all. I can’t tell her the truth. And so she keeps on thinking that I’m doing this to her just because I’m some sick bastard who wants to mess with her.

It doesn’t matter. Soon, I’ll set her free. She can see the ocean as much as she wants when this is all over. I’ll make sure of that.