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I expect you to behave like a modest God-fearing woman now that you’re here.” Annnnnd that was the straw that choked the chauvinistic camel. “Are you freaking nuts? I’m not staying here. I’m certainly not going to conform to whatever fantasy compound shit you have in your head. And as far as Christian modesty goes, that went out the window when you choked me out with your dick still buried inside of me.”😂

“There’s no need for salty language—” “What the fucking fuck!” Having the stability of a kid on a moon bounce, she wobbled and gripped the headboard. Her free hand inspected her body, frantically feeling her neck and shoulders for injury, certain he’d stabbed her. “Where am I?” Was this a kidnapping? Her gaze zipped around the bare room. Absolutely no memory of coming here voluntarily. She touched her face, arms, hip

“Please stop.” He couldn’t prevent the horrifying image of Christian whacking off from blasting like a Broadway show centerstage in his head. “Yes, it was much like that.” He shot her a look and snapped, “Thanks, now I’m going to picture that every time I see him.” She shrugged and returned to her needlework. “That’s because, like most twenty-something boys, your mind is filled with sin.”😂

Morality was not a condition of immortality, but immortality was a condition of this specific Amish order. Very few exceptions were made outside of the mortals brought here by their called mates. Those people were always transitioned—converted into immortals—but that trick only worked on humans pre-ordained by God or some other such paranormal magic.

His mouth dropped between her thighs as he pressed her legs wide, spreading her and making a feast of her body. She cried out in pleasure as his tongue stabbed into her sex. He touched her with animal-like instinct, growling as he tasted her. Holding her with vicious possession, he licked her clit and ate her pussy. The first wave of euphoria tumbled into something bigger. Pleasure ripped through her😅

“You mistake my curiosity for criticism. I was merely taking in your beauty. Where I’m from, females don’t look like you.” She frowned, unsure if she should be insulted. “And where is that?” His stilted English was decent enough that she believed he lived in America, just not from anywhere around here. “I live somewhere very different from this city.”

How could anyone so menacing also be so damn beautiful? “The lady asked you to leave her in peace, did she not?” Stool Hog glared at the intruder. “What are you, her keeper?” “Yes.” That one word hit like a punch, knocking the wind out of her as heat tingled through her veins. Every muscle in her body went weak. Heat consumed her blood and her thighs pressed tight.

Turning completely, she eyed her annoying companion. “I don’t understand why men who aren’t starring in a 1970’s porn flick have mustaches, but that didn’t make you shave that caterpillar off your face or toss out that dead cat of a toupee you’re trying to pass off as hair, did it? To each his own.”

Her skin itched from her new ink. This one was simple. A red thread tied around her wrist like a reminder of something she’d already forgotten. The ink was so thin and delicate, the skin had already started to heal. She wasn’t sure what the tattoo symbolized or what compelled her to permanently mark her skin with such a whimsical thing.