Olivia was safe. She could finally breathe.

It was 7:23 am on Saturday. She’d been awake for the past three hours, huddled in her comforter, staring off into space. The past 24 hours had been a whirlwind of estrogen. Not only had Zoe dropped everything to take care of Olivia, but soon after, a few more friends had shown up to help her get to her apartment, pack up in a hurry, and take her to her parent’s house two hours away.

Safety in numbers and all that.

Olivia had half expected to find Talon waiting for her inside her apartment, or at least see his black SUV parked outside. But he wasn’t there. This didn’t sit well with Olivia, but she hadn’t taken the time to analyze the feeling—she’d thrown clothes in a small suitcase, packed up her backpack with her laptop, chargers, and other random stuff she couldn’t live without, locked up, and left.

Her internship still didn’t start for over a week, so she had some time to figure out what to do. Obviously, her parents were surprised to see her. She tried to pass it off as wanting to see them before her summer got too busy…but they grew worried when they found out her phone and wallet had been “stolen.”

Then they told her they were leaving for a vacation on Monday, so they couldn’t help her much.

“I wish you would’ve somehow told us ahead of time, sweetie,” her mom told her over breakfast. “We could’ve rescheduled. But Bob and Sue are going with us and we can’t back out now. We can at least take you to get a new phone this afternoon.”

“It’s okay,” she told them. “I’ll just see you today and tomorrow, and go back sometime during the week, after a trip to the DMV. I’ll ask Betty for a ride.”

Betty, the nice lady across the street who used to babysit her. She smiled at her mom as if everything was just fine. Internally, she felt like a cornered rabbit.

What if Talon knew where her parents lived? A shiver ran up and down her spine.

Olivia thought she’d have more time to figure things out, but she only had two days of protection with her parents, then she’d have to find another place to stay…until she could find a long-term solution. Her apartment wasn’t an option—he’d broken into it once already and kidnapped her there. Plus, would she ever feel safe there again? Probably not.

Then there was the even bigger problem: herself.

She couldn’t stop thinking about him. She couldn’t stop replaying the way he’d manhandled her body, the way he’d completely filled her, then carried her as if she weighed no more than a housecat.

He’d washed her so gently, but at the same time, it had been…arousing. Was it the way he touched her? Was it him, specifically? Was it okay for her to feel the way she felt?

There was something else she thought about, too. The more she turned it over in her mind, the more it made sense. But…at the same time, it didn’t make any sense at all! Had she escaped? Or had he let her go?

By the time Monday evening arrived, Olivia was frustrated. She hadn’t been brave enough to pack a vibrator, since she would’ve had to dig through her sex toys in front of her friends and that was the last thing she’d wanted to do on Friday. So now it had been days since she’d been able to come, not without trying. And trying. But her fingers had rarely ever been enough and that’s all she had with her now.

Even after a glass of wine, she still wasn’t able to get there.

The doorbell rang and Olivia jumped in her bed, yanking her hand out of her panties. It’s probably the worker guy.

Earlier that morning, there’d been a utility truck across the street. Her mom had answered the door and all Olivia had seen was a tall man in sunglasses dressed like a utility worker as she walked by with her cup of coffee.

“He said he might have to come back to ask to get in the backyard,” she told Olivia. “We’ll be long gone by then!”

“Okay,” Olivia had told her, not thinking anything of it. Her parents had left an hour later.

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Ding dong.

She checked through the peephole since her parents didn’t have a doorbell camera. Sure enough, it was the worker, holding a clipboard and facing away at an angle.

Olivia opened the door. “Hi,” she said, a smile on her face. Then she froze.

“I’ll need to come in,” Talon said, picking her up out of the way and shutting the door behind them with his foot. “Miss me?”

Olivia’s heart raced. He found me. He’s here. I’m alone…

“Hey…” Talon soothed, tilting her face up. “I’m not going to hurt you, remember? I missed you.”

He bent down and pecked her on the lips, then pulled her shorts and panties down. She whimpered. “Olivia, why are you so wet already?” Talon lifted her out of her clothes. “I’ve been so hard all day imagining this. Should I fuck you against the wall, like this?”

Olivia’s back touched the cool living room wall. Talon’s hands were around her waist, holding her in place. She looked down to see his cock inches away. Her pussy clenched in response.

“Tell me you don’t want this,” he growled down at her, his eyes burning with need for her, the head of his cock slick with precum sliding along her entrance. “Tell me to stop.”

Olivia leaned her head back against the wall and met his intense gaze. Then, she pushed down on him slightly. He got the message.

She might’ve been scared at first, but now she wanted nothing more than to feel Talon sink into her, which he did, slowly, with a deep sigh. She, too, felt some kind of relief from being filled by him.

“Were you thinking of me when you touched yourself?” he asked her. “You can’t hide it from me. I can smell it on your hand.”

Olivia’s cheeks burned as Talon pulled out and pushed back in. The wall texture scraped against her and she grimaced. Immediately, his face grew concerned and he pulled her off the wall, still inside her.

“Kitchen table? Couch? Bed?” he grinned. “Your parents’ bed?”

“M-my bed,” she stammered.

She wrapped her arms and legs around him as he carried her down the hall and plopped them on the bed. Of course, he knew which room was hers.

“Mmmm…” he inhaled. “Smells like you in here.” He scooched her up and pinned her arms above her head with one hand. With the other, he grabbed something out of his pocket, then wriggled out of his pants and boxers. “I’ll take off my shirt if you take off yours.”

He smiled down at her, looking like a normal person in love and not like a criminal who had just added ‘trespassing’ to his record.

“Fine,” she agreed, and he released her. She liked the look of his chest…well, his entire body was eye candy, if she was honest.

It was probably time to be completely honest with herself at this point. The pleasure outweighed the fear; rather, the fear might be a part of the pleasure. Either way, fear was a part of this messed-up equation...and she liked it.

“Ah!” Olivia cried as Talon pinned her hands again, grabbed her waist, and slid inside her. At this angle, he could go all the way in. “So deep!”

“Did you forget?” he asked, bending down to kiss her. “Silly Olivia. I’ll make it so you can never forget me.”

“I didn’t…forget,” she said between thrusts, “I thought…about you…all weekend…”

Talon stopped. “You did?”

Why did he look so surprised? Why did he look so…so honored? Olivia bit her lip as tears pricked her eyes. No! Not now!

He brushed his knuckles over her cheek. “What’s wrong, babygirl?”

“I don’t know,” she answered honestly. “We can talk about it later…I just really, really need to come right now. Please.” She stared up into his eyes until his playful grin returned.

“As my lady commands,” he replied. Olivia shrieked as he flipped her over onto all fours. He pressed a vibrator into her hand, then slammed into her from behind.

“Oh, thank god!” she moaned, turning on the vibrator and letting Talon’s thrusts build up inside her, reaching that sensitive spot only he seemed capable of touching. Olivia had been so horny, so on edge the past several days, that it did not take long for her to finally get the orgasm she’d been waiting day for. “Oh myyyy gooooodddd!”

Her feet tingled. Her hearing was muffled. She was probably drooling. Eventually, she realized Talon was spooning her, still inside. He must’ve come, too. Every once in a while, a satisfying spasm would squeeze around him, and they’d both moan. He hugged her tighter.

“Olivia,” he mumbled into her hair. “You’re amazing.”

If she were capable of words at the moment, she’d tell him the same thing.