mound, the heat from her pussy warm in his hand as he cupped her.
One finger plied between her folds, gently stroking her crease.
Áre you going to tell me why you·re still with Marks? What·s his hold on you?µ
Her heart raced again, at his words, so unexpected. God, she wanted to ignore his question, wanted
to avoid it.
The main thing on her mind was basking in the glow of how good her body felt, how it still hummed«
how content she was, how right it felt to be lying in front of him after he·d loved her.
But she knew it was beyond time to open up to him.
´My mother died when my
brother, Jacob, and I were kids.
She died of an overdose,µ she began, and
stopped.
She took a deep breath and swallowed.
He gathered her closer, nestling her head under his chin, his strokes on her body gentle, strangely
soothing.
She cleared her throat.
Ányway, mom was rarely
around, was always out in the streets trying to
score the next ¶high.· I rarely remember her being sober. So I took care of my brother.µ
´You took care of your brother?
Is he younger than you?µ
Ńo. I·m two years younger than he is. But my brother
isn·t«normal,µ she said quietly.
Ćan I ask what·s wrong with him?µ
´He was born fine. A healthy little boy.µ She gulped down the constriction in her throat.
´Perfectly fine,
just a little hyper. What little boy isn·t? Anyway, Mama went out once and left us alone with one of her
boyfriends, Keith. Keith was into sex with Mama and drugs, too.
Not so much into babysitting.µ
Mac felt her
shrug one elegant shoulder.
But he felt her body tense. He pulled her closer, almost afraid to hear what happened next.
´He wanted to calm my brother down, he said. Make him sit down.µ
´What did he do?µ
She blew out a breath of air, shuddering. ´He gave Jacob something«. I don·t know what.
It really
messed my brother up. He was so young, too young for his body to accept whatever it was, at the dosage
he gave. I couldn·t calm him down, he was too strong, the adrenaline rush made him too strong for me. I
was only six years old, but I couldn·t³µ She broke off, a strangled cry on her lips.
Í·m sorry, baby.µ Mac turned her around to face him, buried her face in his chest, her cries muffled.
´Keith just laughed, wouldn·t help me get Jacob under
control. Eventually Jacob calmed down. He
crashed. He fell out in a heap on the floor and I stayed with him, put his head in my lap, and waited for
him to wake up.µ She cried in earnest now, and Mac felt sympathy for that small child she once was, trying
to care for her brother.
Sympathy, and anger at the son of a bitch who gave a small child an overdose of
drugs, and did not give a shit what happened.
Í thought he was asleep. I lay next to him, and something woke me up. I woke up and didn·t see his
chest rising. He·d stopped breathing.µ Her thin frame now shook with tears, her body trembling. She lifted
tear-drenched eyes toward him.
Á neighbor helped me. Called an ambulance.µ
Mac tightened his hold, kissing her tears away before covering her lips with his, at a loss as to what
to say. He slowly withdrew from her. Śssh, baby, it·s okay. We don·t have to talk about it.µ He felt
helpless, at a loss.
´They got him to breathe again.
But«he wasn·t the same. He had a tracheotomy, to help him breathe. Had to wear a tube for so long, months, that when it was taken out, his voice was barely above a
squeak. His mind³µ
´Dear God, I·m sorry, Sienna.µ
The words felt about as useful as a limp rag, the rage bubbling within
him just as useless. Wasn·t a damn thing he could do to help heal that long-ago hurt to her brother, or to
Sienna.
´My brother was placed in a home. My mom died shortly afterward, and I was placed in foster care.µ
She stopped talking and he held her tightly. The sobs racking her body eased, her breathing evened
out, and Mac thought she·d fallen asleep until she spoke up again.
´The place he was in«was bad.µ
She laughed, without humor.
´That·s putting it mild. At least, they
allowed me to visit him. The homes I stayed in were bad, but not nearly as horrific as the place my brother
was in. I had to deal with abuse, harassment, at an early age, but nothing like what my brother went
through.µ
´What harassment?µ
She feathered her soft hands over his chest in an
absentminded way, as though not aware of what
she was doing.
Í was molested. A few times.µ
The words came out in a rush.
Her reluctance to disclose, obvious. Í
stayed around long enough to make sure I could get my
brother out, could take care of him.µ
She blew off her own pain and humiliation as though it were nothing. The anger he felt toward the
injustice on her brother didn·t come anywhere near the
exploding anger he felt at what happened to her.
Í·d just turned eighteen.
Convinced the social worker to give me custody of my brother.
Wasn·t really
too hard. The system is
screwed, too many kids nobody wants anyway. Two less made no difference. I took
him out of the home and we ran.
Left Chicago far behind.µ
Ís that when you moved to DC?µ
´Yes. I chose DC because my mother grew up there, and she had family living in the area.µ
´Did you contact them when you came?µ He was afraid to hear the answer. From the sound of her
life, he didn·t expect her mother·s family received her with open arms.
Í tried. I knew their names, general area they lived. None of them wanted anything to do with us.µ
She sighed. Śo I went to work. I hadn·t graduated high school and took whatever job I could.
Got a job
waitressing, but the pay wasn·t enough. My brother needed care. Care I couldn·t provide for him.µ
´That·s when you started
dancing?µ he guessed.
´Yes. Damian came into the diner one night. Gave me his card and said if I ever wanted to make real
money, give him a call. So I called a few nights later.µ
´Did you know what he did?
What kind of business he was in?µ
´Yes, I knew. I also knew I couldn·t afford the care Jacob needed, and he was more
important than
the shame of taking my clothes off for strangers. After a while«it grew easier.
´The first time I danced, took off my clothes, the
embarrassment«God, it was humiliating.µ Her voice
broke. She cleared her throat and continued. ´The utter humiliation was too much. The catcalls from the
men, their leering stares, groping hands. I almost quit then³even though I·d made more money in tips the
few hours I worked there than I did if I worked two weeks at the diner.µ
´What made you stay?µ
Áfter the first night, I told Damian I couldn·t do it again.µ
She licked dry lips. ´He took me into his
office. Told me he·d take me off the floor, I could work the stage, avoid contact with the men. He was so
kind, so understanding, I thought. I opened up and told him about my
brother, our situation.µ
Mac grunted.
The son of a bitch knew exactly what he was doing. Assholes like him ran games on women for a
living, took advantage of the young³with no qualms at all.
She was a beautiful woman, unusually so.
Marks saw her potential. The potential she had for making him more money.
Ńot only did he take me off the floor, he lent me money. Enough money to put Jacob in a better home. A nice one, with his own nurse. God! I was so stupid! I should have realized that he wasn·t doing a
damn thing out of the goodness of his heart.µ
´You weren·t stupid, baby. You were young, worried about your brother.µ He soothed her, his hands
running over her back.
´He said I could work off the debt. Put me up in a nice place, took care of my brother·s expenses, and
all I had to do was dance for him at the Sweet Kitty«as well as special parties«.µ Her last words trailed off.
Mac didn·t need to hear the rest.
He knew what else she had to do for the money. He knew all about Marks and his śpecial parties.µ
Before they·d left DC, he and Kyle had found out about the parties Marks threw for special clients. He didn·t
know that she·d been a part of that.
Í only did a few of them. Didn·t do the hard-core ones. I danced, stripped, but that·s it. But I knew it
was only a matter of time before Damian wanted me to do the special parties. I·d heard from one of the
dancers what went on.µ
Relief rushed through Mac. He, too, knew what happened³the same thing that happened in the upstairs bedroom suites at the Kitty.
Í had a plan, and dancing didn·t figure into it. The hours at the lounge allowed me to go to school. I
got my GED, then took courses at the junior college. When I finished that program in less than a year, I
transferred to Howard University and finished my bachelor·s in education.µ
The pride in her voice stirred deep emotion within Mac. He roughly cleared his voice. He knew she
was special, different. Had known it the first time he laid eyes on her.
´Why did you tell me to go? Why didn·t you leave? I would have«µ He didn·t finish the sentence. He
would have done any damn thing for her, he·d been so hooked.
The anger he felt when she dismissed him
still lingered.
Í couldn·t!µ she cried out.
´Damian threatened me. Called and left a text message about Jacob the
morning I woke up after we·d made love. I was scared. I couldn·t let anything happen to my brother.µ
With her disclosure, Mac felt a rush of relief, and then dawning understanding.
´He·s threatening you again, isn·t he?µ
She pulled away and looked up at him, her eyes glistening with unshed tears, fear shining brightly in
her dark eyes.
´Yes. I left him, thought he·d never find me. He did. Now he says I owe him. If I don·t dance, entertain, he·s going to hurt my brother. I can·t let that happen, Mac. I can·t,µ she whispered, and buried
her face against the column of his throat.
He felt her warm, wet tears stain his skin.
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A fter her disclosure, Mac had soothingly run his hands over her back, encouraging her to tell him
everything. She·d gone on to detail what Marks wanted from her, and the yacht he·d secured to éntertainµ
a group of investors.
´He told me that I only had to do it one more time for my debt to be paid.µ
Fat fucking chance, Mac
thought, but said nothing.
Now that Marks had found her, there was no way in hell he would let her go.
Mac tried to convince her to give him the information Marks had given her³his location, cell phone,
everything.
Í don·t know, Mac³µ
´You told me that you trusted me.µ
Í do,µ she quickly reassured him. Í just don·t want you involved in this mess. That·s the reason for
my hesitancy.µ
The satisfaction he felt from her obvious trust in him made him want to go all caveman and claim his
woman.
And hell yes, he·d claimed her.
´Don·t worry about me, baby. I can take care of myself. More important, I·ll take care of you. I promise you.µ
He laid her flat on her back and climbed over her.
He took her face between the palms of his hands and
feathered kisses over her slightly open lips.
He smoothed away a few wisps of hair from her forehead. One finger trailed down the short bridge of
her nose, dipped in the small indentation above her full lips, before caressing the seam between them,
urging her to open for him.
When she obeyed his silent edict, he dipped a finger inside the lower lush rim, and swirled inside the
moist, warm cavern. He
withdrew his fingers and trailed them down her chin, circling his hands around her
throat.
He leaned down to kiss her again. This time, he drew her bottom lip between his teeth, gently biting
down, before suckling the small injury, pulling her lip farther into his mouth.
He took his time kissing her, sucking and pulling on her lips³
long, drugging kisses³until she began
to whimper and moan. He traced his fingers over the long column of her smooth brown throat, delicately
moving the pads of his fingers over her strongly beating pulse.
He placed a kiss in the center of her throat, licking the hollow as her body squirmed.
He licked a hot path between the valley of her breasts and palmed one of her small mounds in his
hand, bringing it to his mouth, and licked the cherry nub of her nipple before he allowed it to pop out of
his mouth.
´Do you like that, baby?µ he asked, his voice low.
Sienna nodded her head. With a feral grin, enjoying her sighs of delight, he fastened on her, filling his
mouth with one of her breasts.
His other hand cupped her mound, his finger delving between her swollen, slick folds, searching for
the heart of her femininity. He flickered her clit, smoothing her dew over the engorged tip, plucking and
tugging gently, continuing to nurse from her plump, turgid nipple.
´Hmmm. That feels so good, Mac.µ Her body jerked in
response to his kisses.
´You like when I play with this pretty pussy, don·t you?µ He had released his suction hold on her breasts. ´When I suck these perfect little breasts?µ He stroked his fingers over her soaked vaginal lips,
between her slit, and back over her clit.
´Yes.µ She choked out the word, her body rising.
She grabbed the back of his head and pulled him back down to her breasts, holding him tight as he
alternated laving one and the other, giving equal, hot attention to each one.
As he delved and toyed with her pussy, finger fucking her, her cream ran down the length of his
hand, the moisture easing the glide of his fingers.
She was so damn responsive to his every touch, so hot and sexy. His dick was engorged, pressed
tight against her stomach. His breathing grew harsh and
ragged as he tore his mouth from her.
´God, it·s not enough! I need more.µ
Despite her whimper of denial and distress, he withdrew his hand from where it was buried between
her thighs.
When he lifted one of her feet from the bed and she felt his warm tongue bathe the top of her foot,
shivers raced over her body.
Sienna arched her back sharply when he pulled her big toe into his wet mouth and fastened down on
it, suckling it as he had her br
easts, in long, dragging pulls.
The shot of pleasure
reverberated through her body, straight to the heart of her pussy, her inner walls
clenching and releasing with each tug of his mouth on her toe.
He released her toe and grazed the underside of her foot with his teeth, nipping her, before his talented tongue swirled around her ankle, up the calf of her leg, delivering scorching kisses along the way
and ending at the bend of her knee.
Sienna·s entire body was on fire from his touch³his sweet, hot touch. No man had ever fucked her,
catered to her, loved her«the way Mac had. Ever.
His tongue, slick and wet, licked the inner flesh of her thigh, the rough stubble of his five o·clock shadow scratchy, teasing, causing a string of delicious quivers to travel the length of her body.
She wriggled her body, and a cross between a moan and soft laugh escaped when his hair tickled her
thighs.
The alternating long, methodical sweeps of his tongue and
stabbing flicks against her clitoris
transformed the garbled laugh to a scream of pleasure.
Sienna leaned up on elbows and peered down at him as he ate her. The top of his thick, dark-haired
head was the only visible thing she saw. But dear God, the feeling of him stroking her, his tongue stabbing
in and out of her pussy, was unreal.
Her body tensed.
The incredible feeling, nearly painful it felt so good, was overwhelming. She would lay there and let
him eat her out, love and lave on her forever, if she could. As good as it felt, as much as it had her
screaming in pleasure with each lap against her, her body demanded something more.
She had to feel his cock deep inside her. She needed to house all of him within her body, claiming
him as hers.
Mac closed his eyes and slid his face over her mound, glorying in her scent. Her curly, wiry hairs tickled his skin. He nosed between her slit, running over it and around the lips of her pussy, between her
folds, and inhaled.
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