“I can see you too, Hiroshi,” I whispered.
This time it was his hands that framed my face and his lips that closed over my mouth. And I returned his kiss.
The End.
About D.S.:
D.S. "Dee" Wrights was born 1980 in Germany and is trilingual: speaking German, English, and Dutch. Her name is inspired from her online username and says "DarkSigyn writes"
Although she started writing at an early age and published two short stories during high school, Dee never dared to think of thinking to pursue a writing career. It was until she started writing fanfiction, and readers encouraged her to publish The Beast And Me as an ebook in May 2014.
When talking about her novels, Dee explains that she loves to dive into the mindset of different characters, especially those of villains and anti-heroes. Dee also enjoys writing about women who grow through their experiences in her books and end up being their own hero.
Just recently she started the first independent signing event in Germany: BuchPassion (book passion).
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Ensnared
Ryleigh Sloan
Prologue
Raine - Age 17
I straddle Dale reverse-cowgirl style and slide onto his rigid cock, the sound of his groan as I sheath him helps to push the lump that has been in my throat all day down a bit.
“Yeah, baby! That’s right. Take all of him.”
My gaze locks with Asher’s. His steel-gray eyes rove over my entire body while he fists his cock and bites his lip. I’m drenched. So turned on by riding Dale while Asher watches us from where he’s seated on the floor of the barn—his naked back leaning against one of the beams—that I know I’m going to come so fucking hard.
Dale sits up; his cock pushes deeper into me as his hands come around to cup my breasts from behind, rolling my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers while I struggle to fuck him slowly instead of bouncing on him hard and coming in three strokes. I need this to last. To get out of my head. To forget for a short while, and if I come too soon, it will all be over.
“How does he feel, baby? Is it good? Does he feel good inside you?” Asher’s voice rasps over my overheated skin as Dale’s lips place a kiss on my neck.
“You feel so fucking good, Raine,” Dale breathes. “So good. I feel that sweet pussy of yours clenching around my cock.”
“Fuck!” Asher moans, and in one lithe motion, he’s off the floor and standing in front of me, his torn jeans resting low on his hips. He traces my mouth with his cock, the bead of precum coating my lips. I dart out my tongue, tasting him, his saltiness heady and needed. I open my lips, taking him in as my hands go to his hips, and I continue to move up and down on Dale’s thick length.
“Fuck, baby. You’re doing so good. So damn good,” Asher says. The panther tattooed across his torso looks like it is writhing on his skin as I take him all the way to the back of my throat. A sob catches as I remember Samuel saying the very same words to me, two years ago today. The day they took him away from us. Me away from them. Asher’s cock thrusting in and out of my mouth covers the sound of my sobs, but they do nothing to stem the flow of tears running down my cheeks and dripping onto Dale’s legs.
“Jesus!” Asher stops his thrusts, tucking his still hard cock back into his jeans. “Baby, what’s the matter?”
I shake my head as I feel Dale shift beneath me. His strong arms lift me and turn me around so he can see my face. The concern in his amber eyes nearly breaks me.
“Raine, talk to us. Did I hurt you?” Dale’s voice hitches on a breath as he asks.
I try to speak, but more tears stream down my face. The guys exchange a look and do that thing they do where it’s almost like they’re having a telepathic conversation. It used to wig me out, but now I’m so used to it from the cousins. Dale shifts again, pressing his back against the bale of hay while Asher grabs his t-shirt and gently pulls it over my head, covering up my naked body. It’s unnecessary. I don’t care if I’m naked or clothed—my body never feels like my own anyway—but it’s a nice gesture.
Dale rakes a hand through his blond hair before he wipes my tears with his thumbs. “Talk to us, Raine. You’re fucking scaring me.”
I’m scaring me.
I’ve never cried a day in my life. I had no idea what heartache was until they ripped me from the farm and forced me to live in foster care with a bunch of strangers in a foreign society. And even then, I hadn’t cried. But now that I’ve started, I can’t seem to make myself stop.
Asher pulls a flask from his back pocket and twists off the cap before pressing it gently to my lips.
“Here, have something to drink.”
The liquid burns going down and gives me a small reprieve from the agonizing tears tearing at my throat.
“Please tell us what’s wrong,” Asher asks, and I realize I need to get my shit together to be fair to the guys.
“It’s been two years.”
They share another look.
“What has?” Dale asks, his fingers running up and down my spine.
“I came to live here two years ago today.”
Another look. One that tells me they’re getting it.
“Do you miss your old life?” Dale asks, his hand smoothing back my black tangled tresses.
“They tell me I shouldn’t. That it was wrong.”
“How do you feel?” Asher offers me another drink.
I take the flask and put it to my lips, gulping down a few large swigs before answering. “Like they are right. For the first time since I came here, I feel like maybe they are right, but
