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was
cheering at having a savior intent on helping her. No one would try to take her
away from Kenneth. Would she finally be able to break free from the cycle her
stepfather had forced her into?
    “You expect me to feed you and drop you back at the
diner back in Piston County for that fucker to take you, knowing that he hurt
you?”
    “You sound angry?”
    “I’m pissed, Sasha. Don’t you have any urge to protect
yourself?”
    “Yes, but you don’t know what he’s like.”
    She jerked as he touched her arm.
    “Don’t be afraid, Sasha. The club will take care of
you.”
    “Why?”
    “Because I’d ask
them to take care of you. They’ll do what
I ask.”
    “None of this makes any sense to me. I don’t think we
should be talking about this. Crap, I don’t know what I’m doing.”
    She dropped the burger.
    “It’s on the plate.” He caught both of her hands
within his. “Stop freaking out.”
    Sasha stopped even as her heart pounded inside her
chest. What was she supposed to do?
    “Where would I go?” she asked. “I didn’t want for this
to happen.”
    “You need to stop worrying about what could happen and
start thinking about yourself, babe. You’re twenty years old, living at home
because that fucker blinded you. I’m offering you an out.”
    Biting her lip, she tried to focus on everything that
happened. For the last four years she’d tried to believe the story of herself
falling downstairs rather than remembering the feel of Kenneth hurting her. Her
mother had begged her not to say anything, asking for her trust. What the hell
was she supposed to do?
    “He’ll hurt my mother. I can’t leave her alone.”
    She was breaking inside. How long had she been with
Pussy? Was it already too late to get back to the diner before Kenneth saw she
left? She didn’t want anything to happen to her mother because of her.
    Do you really want to leave?
    No, she didn’t want to leave, and the thought of going
back to Piston County filled her with dread. Pussy was offering her an out, and
she wasn’t even taking it.
    “Then let me deal with him, Sasha. I don’t care what
he does to me. I will not leave you alone with him.” His grip tightened on her
arm. It wasn’t painful or threatening. He held her tightly, and it kept her
grounded. She could think past the fear.
    “Okay.”
    “Are you sure?”
    “No, I’m not sure. I’m not sure of anything right now.
We were only supposed to be having lunch.”
    Her hands shook. She felt the tremors.
    “Stop worrying.”
    “I can’t help it. Is this what you do with all the
women you take out to dinner?” she asked.
    “No. Most of the women end up in my bed and I eat out
their pussy.”
    She gasped. “What?”
    “You heard me, Sasha.”
    “You eat out women’s pussies? Is that some kind of
carnivore reference?” She frowned. Pussy didn’t sound like the kind of person
to eat people, let alone women. Was eating out pussy porn or something?
    “You’re a virgin?” he asked.
    “It’s not hard to guess that I am. I’ve never been
around enough men to want to sleep with me.”
    Silence met her words.
    “Have I said the wrong words?”
    “I want to fuck you,” he said.
    She licked her lips. “Did I hear you correctly?”
    Squeezing her legs together, she tried to relieve the
ache that was building inside her.
    “Yes, you heard me correctly.”
    “Wow, this conversation has changed tack. One moment
we’re talking about killing people, then Kenneth, now sex.” She liked talking a
lot more than she liked silence. There were times when she was home that she’d
lie down on her bed, listening to classical music, anything to stop herself
from listening to the silence, knowing there was nothing she could do about it.
    Pussy chuckled.
    “So the, erm, eating pussy reference was about sex,
not eating people?”
    His chuckle turned into a full blown laugh. “Babe,
you’re cracking me up. You really are completely innocent.”
    “I went blind before I could