Table of Contents
Foreword
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
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Bound as the World Burns
Alexis Abbott
Joshua Keep
© 2017 Pathforgers Publishing.
All Rights Reserved. If you downloaded an illegal copy of this book and enjoyed it, please buy a legal copy. Either way you get to keep the eBook forever, but you’ll be encouraging me to continue writing and producing high quality fiction for you. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author’s imaginations. Any resemblances to actual persons, living or dead, are entirely coincidental.
This book is intended for sale to Adult Audiences only. All sexually active characters in this work are over 18. All sexual activity is between non-blood related, consenting adults. This is a work of fiction, and as such, does not encourage illegal or immoral activities that happen within.
Cover Design by Wicked Good Covers. All cover art makes use of stock photography and all persons depicted are models.
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Content warnings: BDSM, Virgin, Apocalypse
Wordcount: 40,000 Words
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Contents
Foreword
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Also by Alexis Abbott
About Alexis Abbott
Also by J.E. & M. Keep
About Joshua Keep
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Foreword
Dearest readers,
I’m known for my bad boys, and the gripping drama that compels my Hero and Heroine forward.
Well, for Halloween this year, I wanted to do just that, but with a spin. I decided to write something new with my husband, Joshua Keep, and take you on an adventure in a world that’s been destroyed, where the love between the Hero and Heroine is swift and sexy. Where the love they feel for each other is what propels them through the darkest of days.
As you expect from me, this novel is free from cheating or abuse, but it is very different from my previous novels. What hasn’t changed is the love, the steam, and the happily ever after.
I hope you enjoy this thrilling BDSM romance against all odds, and have a happy Halloween!
Love, Alexis
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The terrible, earth shaking cries of the initial disaster had long stopped. It was almost impossible to tell how much time had passed in the secured bunker of the school, seeing as communications and power had been gone since the second day.
Cassidy had been huddled in with several others then, hopeful that whatever was happening was going to be brief and done with soon. That had seemed reasonable at the time, and the hope that it was all over had led many of her compatriots in the bunker to leave in the hopes of meeting up with rescuers.
She could remember the first man with his dark rimmed glasses convincing some of the others that the radio was dead because of some interference and that if they didn’t go out in search of help, they’d never get it because they were in some sort of ‘dead zone’. He never came back, nor did the others who followed.
It was down to just her and one other, she had thought, but he must’ve left in the night, taking a good share of the limited food supplies with him. She could tell almost instantly, for she slept by the storage shelves, and after the sound of the metal door opening woke her, the absence of so many cans was unmistakable, even in the dim emergency lighting.
She jumped at the sound, her blue eyes wide and frightened, as usual, but as she saw the diminished goods and the lack of her only company, her face contorted into one of deep sorrow. The young woman was alone, abandoned by all, simply because she thought it best to wait out the storm. To wait for rescue.
Her strawberry blonde curls were matted to the side of her head, fallen a bit limp through the night, and there were faint creases of the pillow across her cheek, but even still she was lovely in her own way. The blouse and plaid skirt she wore - the only thing she had left - was a bit wrinkled and she tried to fix it as her eyes adjusted to the dim light.
“Coulda taken me at least,” she murmured to herself, seeming quite despondent.
Stillness took the air then that made her realize she wasn’t alone. Whoever it was had paused at the sound of her voice. The noise of the door wasn’t her companion leaving as she’d thought... it was of someone arriving.
The scrawny young man must not have even sealed the bunker door shut when he left, for it was someone new in there, and she could hear his breathing. Before she could respond or do anything, a light burst forth, stronger than any she’d seen in days, at least. The beam of a flashlight trailed to her, zeroed in almost immediately.
“Is it just you?” came a deep voice, so gravelly and hard. It had the sound of someone who’d travelled long and was weary, someone large, male and strong. She couldn’t make out anything of him though with that light blinding her.
“Owww,” she whined, her hands and forearms trying to protect her from the light. She was so pale, her skin almost a paper white in the sudden, harsh light. It was only after her initial startle that she realized that she should probably be scared, and she scuttled back on the bed, her face still tilted away from him. The skirt hiked up, revealing the creamy legs and the high white socks that were only half pulled up after her sleep.
“Who are you?” she asked, panic filling her voice.
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There was some hesitance, the light lingering on her delicate form before he pulled it enough away to ease her blindness.
“Are you all alone?” he asked again, though this time his dark voice was gentler, more velvety and soft. Whoever it was, he was trying not to scare her.
Slowly her vision began to restore, and in the dim light of the bunker she began to make out who she was dealing with. Her first take on his voice was accurate, for the man was tall. Towering in fact, six and a half feet easy and broad. In a battered brown leather jacket with a worn turtleneck beneath, he seemed bald or shaved nearly so, and he had a rugged look about him, definitely older than her.
“I’m not gonna hurt you,” he reassured, and she could tell he was a fairly young man, early to mid-twenties. Not much older than her.
She still looked wounded by the light, but her lower lip trembled.
“I think so. The food’s gone,” she frowned. “He didn’t even take me with him. He could have at least lef
t me some food.” She sounded so monumentally hurt, as if this was the worst thing that had happened to her. Truthfully, ever since she’d been forced to hide in the bunker, it felt like nothing was going right for her.
She swallowed, sat back on the mattress as she faced him, her innocent, girlish face so contorted with anguish. She’d just finished high school and was on her way to college when the disaster hit, and she looked like she was going to cry.
The light clicked off, leaving just the dim glow of the bunker's emergency lighting on the wall to illuminate them both. As her eyes adjusted again she saw he held a gun, some kind of hunting rifle, and he laid it aside against one of the cement walls of the bunker. Moving in near her, he bent down to a crouch, and she could make out his features much better then.
He was a handsome man: strong, young, and with a chiselled jaw and a ruggedly appealing smile. His hair seemed to have once been shaved bald, but was now a thin dark layer just growing out to a full hairline. Doubtless it was hard to keep shaved since everything went south.
“Your boyfriend ditched you?” he asked sympathetically in response to her question, reaching a hand out to the young woman, brushing some of her matted hair from her forehead.
“I don’t have a boyfriend!” she lamented, as if that were just another thing piled on her shoulders; the entire apocalypse, in her mind, affected her more than anyone. No one else could be as miserable as she, surely. Left all alone in a bunker, a random stranger with a gun just walking in. She shivered and her legs curled in against her.
“There were lots of others, but they all left. All of them. And now it’s just me!” she whimpered, her sorrow overwhelming her fear of the man. It even managed to wipe away all the concerns the spoiled young woman had before the fall, even though he did have a rifle.
Her father had always said only criminals carry guns.
Despite her melodrama he saw there were still some cans of food remaining upon the mostly barren shelves, seeming unopened. He took just the briefest moment to study her lone little den. “You’re not alone anymore, are you?” he husked, that dark voice of his so calm and reassuring. Despite the situation he seemed perfectly in control, and with her eyes fully readjusted to the dim lighting again she could see him and that authority he exuded so perfectly.
“And I’ve got some food in my pack,” he added, brushing the back of his fingers lightly against her curly red hair. “This isn’t a bad place to hold up for a while, not altogether.”
Her lip trembled, her eyes growing glossy as she stared up at him, looking so delicate and frightened.
“You won’t leave me?” She was such a needy little thing, even the way her head tilted towards him, imploring his touch. She was terrified of being alone. It was hard to blame her, with the end of the world raging outside the bunker door.
The man’s full lips spread into a broad smile that was so genuine and warming it could melt ice.
“Nah, leave a pretty lil’ thing like you?” He shook his head, “Can’t see that happening,” he assured, resting a hand upon her bare, pale knee. “I just need to grab my pack and then we can settle in and talk, huh?” He rose up, keeping that large hand on her.
She scurried after him, standing up and finding herself just barely past his ribs. “Ah!” she gasped as she took a brief step back, her head craning up at him. “Wow... you’re tall,” she murmured, her voice a bit breathier. It wasn’t entirely fear, and it wasn’t entirely comfort, but it was a bit of both. “Where’s your pack?”
Still smiling down at her with that broad, warming look, he rested one of his large, heavy hands on her slender shoulder.
“Just outside the door. Didn’t know what I’d find in here, so didn’t want a heavy pack on my back slowin’ me down. Don’t worry,” he reassured with a squeeze of her shoulder, “won't even leave your sight.”
He headed to the open bunker door, and he bent just around the corner, hefting up a large travel backpack from the airlock, full of enough stuff that it must’ve easily outweighed Cassidy herself. He lifted it in then shut the door, sealing it back so that it locked tight. “Easy, see?”
She’d followed after him like a lost puppy, so uncertain of his words. Everyone else had abandoned her, after all. No one wanted her with them. She didn’t know why, and just thinking of it made her eyes water again.
“What’s going on out there?”
The large man rested his heavy pack beside the food shelves and looked back to her, crouching down so he was nearer to her eye level again. It was really quite remarkable how much he towered over her,
“It isn’t pretty out there,” he said cautiously, “but you don’t need to worry about that right now. Not yet,” he reassured, rubbing her shoulder. “I could use a place to stay for a bit myself, so there’s no reason the two of us can’t linger here awhile together, right?”
That bright smile on his handsome face was quite infectious, despite the circumstances.
She didn’t want to leave. She never wanted to leave this warm, safe bunker where she had a couple of her books and, until recently, enough food to get her through another week at least. She would have decided what to do then. Trevor and her would have decided together, and then done something, if he hadn’t jumped ship in the night.
Instead, she was stuck here with a strange man that towered over her and had a gun. Even if he did have a nice smile, she didn’t buy his kindness. The promise of staying with her, though, was overwhelming and she nodded eagerly.
“Yea, as long as we have food for.”
His fingers dared brush against her face again as they pushed back that strawberry hair of hers.
“My name’s Leon, by the way,” he said in introduction to the young woman, the name sounding so velvety smooth and enticing on his rich voice.
“Cassidy,” she said softly. Her brows furrowed as she looked at him, all but oblivious to the tender touches along her soft hair. Luckily her curls weren’t terrible, even amidst the apocalypse and with the lack of shampoo and conditioner.
She looked so small and lost to him, her large blue eyes pinned to his as she implored him, “Don’t leave me.”
Leon noticed every little bit of her appearance, his dark hazel eyes soaking in her delicate form.
“A pleasure to meet you Cassidy,” he said genuinely, and he rose up again, towering back above her as he stripped off his brown leather jacket. It was warm in the bunker compared to the outside, and he didn’t need it any longer. “You were a student here, huh?” he asked, walking around the rectangular main room and peering about.
As he dropped his coat onto his backpack he took a moment to peer into the one other room, where the generator was kept. Cassidy had no idea how to work the thing, and the others had said it was busted long ago or some such.
She was going to ask him how he knew that before she remembered the navy plaid skirt and the practically transparent white blouse, the outline of her equally white bra quite visible.
“Oh... yea. Was going to be, anyways,” she said as she followed after him. “That’s broke.”
That seemed to make the broad man’s face light up with some pleasure. “Is it now?” More than ever he seemed to exude that sense of authority about him and he smiled to her, “I’ll see what I can do about that,” he stated confidently, rolling up his sweater’s sleeves to reveal his thick, veiny forearms.
Despite having seemed weary when he first arrived, he looked enthusiastic about getting to the repairs and he went into the chamber, flashlight in hand as he grabbed the toolbox there and began to probe the generator.
She never strayed far from him, not that there was far to stray in the bunker. Still, she just seemed so lost, and after having been abandoned by the last person of her initial group, she was needier than ever. “What are you going to do?” she asked with such naive curiosity. She’d obviously never done any work with her hands before.
Involved in the work already, he seemed rather intent on it.
“F
ix it if I can,” he responded absent-mindedly, though noticing her needy closeness and insecurity, he began to instruct her. “Pass me that wrench there,” he said with a smile, guiding her through the simplest of little tasks as he examined the generator.
The little task, the order, seemed to give her renewed purpose in life, and she quickly got the wrench, then all the other tools he requested.
It was some time before he made mention of progress, despite her insistent questioning, but at last he said.
“I think I’ve got it now, Cassidy,” and with a toothy smile to her he began to twist... something, she couldn’t see, “I’ve got a knack for repairing devices,” he explained, “had a lot of experience with it in the navy.”
“You were in the navy?” her nose crinkled with distaste before her facial features relaxed. He was on her side, now. He’d take care of her, right? She put down one of the heavy tools, trying to wipe the grime from her pretty, pale hands. She’d been biting her nails again, and only the smallest flecks remained of what was once a lovely manicure.
Leon nodded to her, “Yeah, naval engineer,” he explained, still working his unfathomable mysticism upon the device she couldn’t begin to comprehend. “Was a lieutenant.”
She didn’t know what that meant, but it sounded impressive enough.
“Is it working?”
Pulling his arms out of the thing, he gestured to the door, “Head out into the main room,” he directed her as he began to use one of the rags to wipe at his thickly muscled forearms.
She was quite obedient. She plunked herself back down on the bed, crossing her legs innocently as she waited for him to return.
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