I nodded off for a while along with her, and then woke closer to dawn. I knew the terms of the show, and I had to be out of her bed by nine a.m. I didn’t want to waste any more time, so I stroked a finger down her cheek until her eyes fluttered. She looked at me with a sleepy smile, and I picked her up after rolling out of bed. She clung to me, asking no questions as I took her back to the bathroom. The water was cold, so I let it out and started a new bath. Apparently, this placed didn’t believe in showers, but a bath suited me just fine. I wanted her squeaky clean for all the things I still wanted to do to her.

She was starting to wake up when I stepped into the bath and sat down with her on my lap. Her eyes flew open the rest of the way, and she frowned for a moment before apparently realizing we were back where we’d started. She snuggled against me, pressing a kiss to the corner of my mouth, and I turned my head slightly to deepen it into a real kiss.

She tasted like honey on my tongue, and I couldn’t get enough of her. Her mouth was delicious, and I could only imagine how the rest of her would taste.

With that thought in mind, I slowly parted her legs while still continuing to kiss her. The soap was slippery and smelled of almonds and vanilla when I started rubbing it across her pussy and her ass. She moaned and wiggled against me, riding my hand as I cleaned her.

She froze for a moment when my finger entered her backside, but didn’t tense up. She simply looked at me with caution, and then trust bloomed in her expression. It was enough to take away my breath, to know she trusted me to be gentle enough to explore that hole.

When I was satisfied she was clean, I rinsed her before propping her on the side of the tub. When I turned in the water onto my knees, she must’ve realized what I wanted and quickly parted her thighs as she leaned back, supporting herself on her palms, which thrust her tits into the air. They were a temptation I couldn’t resist, and I detoured from my original destination to sample each pink nipple, plumping it to a rigid state with slow and careful swirls of my tongue around before sucking more forcefully and making her cry out.

I was afraid I could get addicted to her taste. She filled my senses as I dragged my tongue from the middle of her breasts and down her belly, heading for her sweet pussy. I was temporarily dizzy, but was sure it wasn’t because of the head injury I’d sustained earlier. It was simply her surrounding me, overwhelming me, and cracking the walls I’d kept in place for so long to prevent feeling this way for anyone. She was a virtual stranger, but I could hardly bear the thought of walking away from her in a few hours.

I had to make the most of those hours.

I leaned her back a little farther, lifting her buttocks to bring her closer to my mouth. Her flesh was quivering, and I spent a moment admiring the pink slit in front of me. She had a slight gap in her labia that revealed her throbbing clit, and she was obviously slick with need even though she’d just been submersed in the water.

I brought my mouth down, teasingly biting her lips before sliding my tongue inside her slit. She was as delicious as I’d thought she’d be, and even more addictive. She had that same sweet honey flavor, but with a subtle tang that I appreciated. She was like a fine wine, both sweet and dry, and the perfect blend of all elements.

She started making mewling sounds when I flicked my tongue across her clit, going slowly before increasing the pace. Each time I went faster, her sounds of pleasure came closer together and grew in intensity. Abruptly, I remembered we were on camera, and I resented it. I wanted to jealously guard those little sounds she made and have no one ever hear them, but even knowing others might see and hear her pleasure wasn’t enough to keep me from giving it to her.

I was getting just as much from it as she was. My cock was hard enough to pound nails, and it throbbed and leaked from the tip. I didn’t want to come in the bathtub like a teenager, but was perilously closer to doing so just from eating her out.

When she started to come, her thighs tightened around my head, and I was trapped against her sweet flesh for a moment. I eased the intensity of my tongue, not wanting to hurt her, but keeping her sensitive and aroused. Her hand clutched my hair, and she thrust frantically against me in the throes of her desire. I looked up at her, wanting to see her pleasure. It was beautiful watching her break like that, shattering to pieces before coming back together.

I waited until she was clearly in the aftermath of bliss before moving my mouth lower. She gasped in shock when I parted her cheeks before dipping my tongue into her backside. She was sharper there, the flavor more tangy than sweet, but no less addictive in its own way. I loved her asshole, and I wanted to be the first inside it, just like I’d been the first to claim her pussy. And I suspected I was the first to have been in her mouth too. She sucked cock like a virgin—an extremely talented virgin though.

She wiggled and squirmed, at first making it difficult to tell if she was trying to get away from my mouth, or if she was encouraging my tongue to slip deeper inside her. I chose to interpret it as the second option, thrusting more firmly inside her hole. I was determined to claim this tonight too, and there was no time to ease her into it with anything like plugs or toys. I wasn’t going to hurt her, but I would claim every part of her before I had to slip away in the morning.

She was writhing and moaning when I abruptly pulled away. Anya looked a little bit annoyed when she glanced down at me after her eyes finally drifted open. I grinned up at her, unrepentant, as I tugged her back into the water with me. When I turned her away from me, I think she realized what I wanted. She made no effort to resist as she got on her knees and thrust her ass backward.

There was no lube, but there was that slippery glycerin soap, and I coated it liberally on my cock until I smelled like an explosion of vanilla and almond. I was slick, and my hand still bore plenty of suds as I slipped a finger inside her. She yielded easily, so I added another, going slowly until her ass adjusted around my fingers. I pumped them in and out of her slowly and carefully before crossing them in a corkscrew fashion.

She moaned and arched backward against me, making it clear Anya liked ass play. I was sure this was the first time she’d ever experienced it, and I wanted to make sure she never forgot it.

When I was sure she could take me, I changed position enough to bring my cock to her ass, pressing the head gently inside. It slipped through the slick hole with very little resistance, but I was careful to enter only an inch at a time to give her plenty of time to adjust.

When I was finally seated fully inside her ass, I let out a groan of triumph. I’d successfully claimed all three of her holes and was the first to do so. The idea of someone else following the trail I blazed was enough to almost rob me of my erection and send anger spiraling through me for a moment, but then she clenched her cheeks around me, and the thought faded. I was lost only in the sensation of her tight ass clamped around my cock as I pushed in and out of her while she thrust back against me.

I was amused when she slipped her hand between us to rub her clit, clearly determined to come. My Anya was a greedy little hedonist, and I loved that about her. I was confident if I had hours, I could’ve made her come just from taking her in the ass, but we didn’t have that much time. Instead, we had a few hours to cram in everything I wanted to do to her, and I wanted to see her experience.

Her hand was moving frantically now between her legs, and I could feel her fingernails occasionally brushing my testicles when I was fully seated inside her. She was convulsing around me, and that tingling feeling at the base of my spine started, spreading outward to let me know I was about to come.

I gripped her hard while surging as deeply inside her as I could, putting a hand over hers as she stroked her clit, wanting to feel her juices coat my fingers and my cock as the slickness flooded from her to cover both of us.

I came as I felt her first convulsions, and she let out a low moan. I held her tightly against me while I pumped the last of my cum inside her ass before burying my fingers in her pussy to feel it clench around my fingers while she finished coming. I let out a muffled shout before pressing my face against her shoulder, not wanting to scream, but feeling the urge for a moment. I’d never had such an intense orgasm in my life, and it had more depth and substance than any previous pleasure. There was something more, something special, about coming with Anya.

I had no idea how I was going to let her go, or how I was going to make myself walk away in a few hours.

* * *

I forced myself to slip away before she woke, deciding it would be easier that way. She spent the last hour or so sleeping deeply in my arms, because I’d worn her out. I was worn out too, but hadn’t been able to sleep. I was too consumed with dread at leaving her, and low-level anxiety at my dread. Anya was addictive, and I braced myself for withdrawal.

I slipped out of the little cottage and made my way back to the bungalow to shower and dress in preparation of leaving. It’d taken everything I had not to wake her up and demand her phone number or some way to contact her.

When I arrived back at the bungalow, I found my brother emerging from our shared bathroom with a towel around his waist. He had some scratches and bruises, and a huge grin. Apparently, he’d been successful in catching Kelly.

We didn’t discuss what had happened though. I was a little surprised he didn’t ask me, and I didn’t ask him because I didn’t want to talk about my weekend with Anya. It was too private to share with anyone, especially in a locker-room-talk context. It was bad enough I’d had to share it all with the viewers of the show.

After a shower, I slipped out of my room and passed Nash going down the hall. He was limping and looked worse for the wear, but his eyes were completely sated. I wasn’t certain if he’d conquered Dai, or if she had conquered him, but he seemed content with the outcome.

In my room, I dressed and packed, not allowing my thoughts to turn toward Anya—too much. We were all ready to go within twenty minutes after that, so we made our way to the departing yacht reserved for the hunters.

Anger stirred in my belly when I saw Sid standing on the gangway, giving a smarmy goodbye to each hunter as they boarded. I stormed over to him, pushing aside a heavy-set man, who grunted but didn’t challenge me. “What the hell were you thinking, just leaving her dangling over a cliff?” I punctuated the question with a couple of finger jabs in Sid Moreau’s chest.

He took a step back, looking surprised as he rubbed the spot where I’d poked him. “What are you talking about, Mr. Wallingford?”

“I found Anya dangling from a tree after a mudslide. If I’d been any later, she would’ve fallen and died. I thought you were watching the contestants’ every move and ensuring their safety?”

He was shifty, his gaze going left and right as though hoping for someone to save him. There was no one but me, my brother, and Nash. They were standing behind me now, and I could feel their anger radiating from them as they realized what had happened. It could’ve been either one of the women they’d hunted and captured this weekend who’d been in danger—a danger the producers clearly weren’t able to deal with as they’d promised.

“I’m sorry, sir, but we didn’t realize she was in trouble. Yesterday’s heavy rains were unexpected for this time of year. It took out part of our power grid, including cameras over a third of the island. Of course, if we’d been aware, we would’ve immediately gone to her rescue. In typical circumstances, we can be at any contestant’s side in less than two minutes.”

I was slightly mollified by his explanation, but my stomach clenched again when I remembered the fear of finding her. “You need to have better safeguards in place then, including physical eyes on the contestants at all times, rather than relying on your technology, if it isn’t sufficient.”

Moreau nodded eagerly. “We’ve just been discussing that this morning, and plans are underway to both upgrade our power grid, and to add to the staff to ensure nothing like that happens again. That was before we knew someone had been in peril. I swear this will never happen again.”

I didn’t know whether to believe him, but there wasn’t much I could do about it anyway. They were operating on an island in international waters, from the best I could guess, so there was no regulatory body to shut them down. I turned away from him as Nash and Foster walked up the gangplank to board the boat. I paused when he called my name and turned back to face him. “What?”

He looked embarrassed. “The thing is, sir, when the power went out, we lost a lot of our footage.”

I crossed my arms over my chest. “And?”

“We have parts of your…encounter with Miss Rus—Anya, but not everything. I was hoping you might be amenable to filming again? Of course, that would extend the time you have with her, and we’ll offer her monetary compensation as long as she’s agreeable.”

It was briefly tempting, but just to have more time with her. The thought of performing for their cameras again had no appeal, and I shook my head. “No, thanks. I’ve had enough of this experience.”

He looked crestfallen. “Is there something I can do to persuade you to change your mind? She’s bound to be popular with the viewers, and they’re going to want to see the entire deflowering. If we could just re-create it…”

I shook my head, taking another step away from him.

“There must be something you want. How about her name and address?”

I froze and turned back to him, closing the distance between us and grabbing him by his shirt collar to drag him toward me. I pulled back my fist, but didn’t actually punch him. Yet. “You’re the sleaziest fucker who ever lived. You have no right to offer her contact information to someone who paid to hunt her. You have no idea what I might do to her in the real world.” I was using myself as a hypothetical, disgusted by the idea that he had sold out more than one contestant over the years. “How could you live with yourself if I did something to her, like murder her?”

Moreau frowned. “Are you going to?”

I let out an inpatient sigh. “No, but would I admit it if I was?” I shook him by the collar. “Do you make a practice of selling out the contestants’ information? We both know you sell ways to track them to give the hunters an advantage, and I bet the contestants have no clue.”

“It’s all about entertainment. I’m just trying to get the most bang for the buck for our subscribers. They pay hefty fees, and seeing the footage of you plowing that tasty little virgin’ll certainly secure another round of renewals.”

I was completely disgusted by him and let my fist fly. Let them sue me. The fact that we were in international waters without an overseeing governing body worked both ways.

He dropped to the ground and cradled his face. He wasn’t quite sobbing like a baby, but looked like he was on the verge of doing so.

I knelt down, getting close enough to pitch my voice low and sound intimidating. “If I get so much as a hint that you’ve given her information to anyone, I’ll come back here, hunt you down, and spend the weekend giving you a taste of your own medicine.”

His eyes widened, and he trembled with fear. “What does that mean?”

“You don’t want to find out.” I had no idea, but I’d figure out something creative if it came to that. “Lose her information.” I stood up and walked away, not looking back at the sniveling little creep as anger burned through me.

I boarded the boat to join my brother and his friend as it started to sail away. I allowed myself another brief glimpse of the islands, though I couldn’t see the cottage where I’d claimed Anya from there. It was the best, if most disturbing, weekend of my life.

“I wish it weren’t over,” said Nash softly.

Foster nudged him with a shoulder. “You weren’t even going to participate. Same as Spence here.”

I glared at Foster, both for the childhood nickname and for the ribbing. “This place and the show shouldn’t exist, but I’m not sorry I stuck around.”

Foster surprised me when he nodded, looking both sad and wise for just a moment. “It definitely wasn’t what I expected, but maybe it was what I needed.” He seemed to be speaking with a level of introspection that referred to something more than the entertainment value gotten from hunting his prey.

I didn’t pry, because I wasn’t ready to talk about my experiences with Anya. I wasn’t ready to move on either. I was already craving her again, I was convinced I couldn’t just walk away. How was I going to find her though? I knew next to nothing about her, aside from how she sounded when she came, and her first name. I racked my brain, searching for anything she might’ve mentioned throughout the night to give me a clue of where to start looking.

Replaying every moment, I eventually remembered she mentioned something about the rides at Coney Island, and how I was the best one of all. How had she phrased it? Oh, yeah: You could give Coney Island a run for its money with the Spencer ride. That suggested she was from New York and probably lived close to the vicinity of Coney Island. Could it be that she and I lived in the same city? It wasn’t too far out of the bounds of possibility, since there were millions of people living in New York City.

I looked down at my phone after pulling it out of my bag, annoyed to find I still had no signal. Bars wouldn’t appear for another half-hour or so, if it was like the voyage we took to the island.

In the meantime, I paced around the deck, at one point locking gazes with the little punk who’d attacked me yesterday. He put up his hands in a gesture of surrender, and I looked away from him. He was of no consequence to me now, and I was too busy trying to figure out how I could find a woman named Anya in a city of eight-million-plus people.

I frowned as a tried to remember Moreau’s words. He’d almost used her last name. What had it been? Bruce…no, ruse-something. It wasn’t a lot to go on, but I had enough money to hire a cadre of investigators to find her. As soon as we were back in range of cell phone reception, that was exactly what I did. I put in a call to an old friend who ran a security company, stressing the importance of finding her as quickly as possible. He warned it would cost me, but she was worth every penny.