CHAPTER NINE
ISAAC
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When are these people going to goddamn sleep?
I lift and glance out the barn window one more time. For the love of God—a God I am starting to think hasn’t abandoned me. He did, after all, help me escape—they are still talking.
I’ve assumed they are married. Maybe not. How many married couples sit talking for four damn hours?
None that I know of.
We would have—Cassy and I—if she hadn’t been such a stupid bitch and run to the authorities. She knows deep down I’m the man for her.
I know she was scared.
But if she took a second to reflect on that, she’d know it was why she was so wet that night I slid my fingers inside her. Fucking hell. That feeling of her tangy juice on my tongue was like heaven and hell merging as one.
I will have her again.
I will have all of her.
I will educate her on the spark that has never died between us and show her she doesn’t need to be scared. I saw the way she blushed at me when I dropped the camera. I knew what her smiles meant and how she tried to hide them from her parents.
They were for me and me alone.
Girls don’t do that shit unless they want your cock inside them.
In those moments when we shared a few words, I read between the lines and knew she wanted more. So I was trying to make it happen. I was doing it for her. For us.
If she had just helped the situation, we could be married right now. I’d have finally sunk my cock inside her slippery cunt and Cassy would have given birth to my children by now.
A groan escapes me as I rub my hand along the length of my erection.
I’m angry at her for wasting time.
Life is short.
I learned that while locked up for so long. I’m still in this fucking orange jumpsuit and need clothes. Which is why I’m waiting for these two morons to stop talking and go to sleep.
If I was more like my former roommates, inmates technically, then I might break in and snap their necks.
But I’m not.
Or maybe I am.
I’ll have to do things I don’t much like to be with Cassy again. She has a lot on her conscience, but I will teach her to ask God for forgiveness. I’m not above letting her suck my shaft and letting me release on her tongue while she prays.
That would be hot.
I am trying not to hate her. Scott, who I shared my cell with, said she might have had other people in her head. That she does want me.
He fucks with me a lot, so I’m not sure.
But he could be right. She was young. Now she’s a woman. I’ve spent many nights wondering if she’s let any man fuck her yet the way I will.
Has she ever screamed out a man’s name as he came inside her while she was bound?
I know what her big eyes look like when they are scared and aroused. Sexy as fuck is what it is.
Cassy belongs to me.
I won’t put up with her naughty non-compliant behavior anymore. Naughty girls get gagged and tortured.
I’ll let her come.
I’ll feed her.
But until I brand her as mine and she accepts me, Cassy won’t be free to walk away from me again.
Soon I will be in Los Angeles.
I just need a shower, shave, change of clothes, and a good meal, then I’ll look like the trustworthy journalist I once was.
I’m not a dumbass like some of the men I’ve served time with. I’m educated, smart, and know how to navigate this world undetected.
Trust me, I’ll find my girl.
This time she will not get away.