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 The world that was once known is gone. In its place is a society where the rich rule, and the
female population is auctioned off to the highest bidder.

Claire
Xavier saved me, purchasing me off the auction block and making me feel human
again. Although I knew he wanted me, could see it in the way he watched me, he never
touched me.
But I wanted him to.
I wanted to feel what it would be like to have his big body over mine, his strong hands
running over my bare flesh. I shouldn’t want a man like him: rich, dangerous … one of
the elite.
But I did.
Maybe it was time to break free from my shell and give myself something I deserved …
him.

Xavier
I had money and power, and I used those to my advantage, to purchase women from
the auction under the guise that they were for me. But they weren’t. I purchased them
to set them free. I’d been doing it for years without romantic attachment to any of them
… until Claire came into my life.
And once I saw her, I knew she’d be the one I couldn’t let go. She’d be my downfall, but
I was more than ready to fall to my knees and worship the ground she walked on.

Warning: Set in the same world as Mine To Keep, but a total standalone, this story is a
safe read with a happily ever after. It might be short, but it promises to make you blush
and reach for a fan. There is no OW/OM drama, just one alpha hero who knows what
he wants … the heroine.
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 PROLOGUE
Claire

I shivered,
the thin gown I was wearing barely keeping the chill off my body. I couldn’t see much
aside from the bright lights that illuminated the stage. There were several other women
behind me, some of them crying, others so emotionless I wondered if they were already
broken.
All of us were property.
This was the world I lived in, where being a fertile female made me someone else’s
property.
I knew out there, in the crowd hidden behind shadows, were wealthy men of all ages.
They’d purchase us, do whatever they wanted with us. We’d be nothing but chattel to
them, a shiny new toy for them to use … to abuse. The society I lived in was barbaric,
where humans could be taken against their will and sold off to someone who had the
right amount of coin.
That thought had fear freezing my body.
How I wished I lived in a time where this was only read about in fiction, where it
wasn’t a reality. How I wished I could go to the past, where society wasn’t fucked-up
and people weren’t starving.
Would the person who purchased me use me as a sex slave, strictly to get them off? Or
maybe they’d use me as a breeder, a vessel to carry their heir and pass on their lineage.
Either way, all I wanted to do was run off the stage and escape, but I knew I wouldn’t
make it. I knew I would be captured before I even got to the front doors.
I felt my hands shaking, and soon my entire body followed suit. It was a silent auction,
one where I wouldn’t know who purchased me until it was far too late.
It was already too late.
And so I closed my eyes, focusing on something else, somewhere else. I thought about
the small camp of “runaways” I’d been staying with, men and women who were
against how the world was, how the government could sell humans as if they were
nothing more than a new toy.
I stood there, my eyes closed, my thoughts on being free, on being alone in the woods
where I could pretend that where I was, wasn’t the end of the line for me. I didn’t know
how long I stood there, not focused on anything but myself, but I finally felt someone
take hold of my arm and cart me offstage.
I was led into the back hallways, pushed into a room where I was changed into a thicker
gown, my feet shoved into flats, my hair haphazardly put into a messy bun. I had a
bracelet snapped around my wrist, a number etched all around it … my new owner’s
purchase number.
And so it is. I am a piece of property.
Once I was dressed and ready for my hell-on-earth future, I was again led toward the
back. There I saw two double doors wide open, the breeze washing over me and almost
making me cry. I could see the woods just behind, so close yet so far away. I wanted to
run, but I didn’t want to make this harder on myself. I didn’t want to make my life even
more miserable than I knew it already would be.
It can’t get any worse. Death would be far more humane.
And then, once I was outside, I tugged on the two men leading me. They tightened their
holds until the pain lanced up my arms. There, waiting no more than a few feet from
me, was a dark car, shiny, reeking of money. The back door was opened by what I
could only assume was a servant of the man awaiting me inside. God, would he be old?
Would he be gentle or cruel and violent to me?
Nothing was said, no words spoken. I was, after all, nothing more than chattel to them.
Once in the car, my eyes adjusted to the darkness. I could see his big body across from
me, the shadows partially hiding his face. My heart was beating so fast, and I felt sweat
start to cover my body in fearful beads of emotion.
The vehicle started moving, and I curled my hands into tight fists, afraid to breathe, let
alone say anything. And then he leaned forward, the light finally making a swatch
across his face. He was brutally handsome, with dark hair and even darker eyes. I saw
the tattoos that covered his body, not something that was practiced much anymore, but
seeming to make my heart beat harder, painfully fast.
He was older, maybe in his thirties, still much older than my mere twenty years. But he
appeared wiser, as if he’d seen more than he should have, experienced more than he’d
wanted to.
And then he leaned forward, grabbed my hand in his much bigger one, and I swear I
felt fire kick across my skin. The cuff of his jacket rode up slightly, and I saw the tattoos
painting his wrist and creeping up his forearm.
I was frozen in place, my muscles tensed, not knowing what he was going to do. He
stared into my eyes, his so dark, so deep. Who was this man? Why was he making me
feel like I was on edge? Why was he making me feel aroused with just a touch? I should
be disgusted by him, frightened because I had no idea what he would do to me.
But he said nothing, his big body making me feel so small, so vulnerable. And then,
before I could realize what he was doing, he tore the property bracelet from my wrist. I
felt my eyes widen as I realized what he’d just done. That simple act was one of
rebellion. I was not his property, and he’d made that clear without saying one word.
Without saying anything, he leaned back, swallowed by the shadows of the interior of
the car once more.
My heart thundered so hard and fast, worse than when I’d stood on that auction block
not knowing what my future held. The car ride seemed endless. But eventually we were
slowing and I glanced out the tinted window to see a massive estate coming into view.
Although I wasn’t looking at the man, I could feel his gaze on me, like tendrils of fire
moving along my skin. It was as if he was reaching out and stroking my arms with his
fingertips. But I refused to look at him. He might have taken off the bracelet, but that
didn’t mean I knew what was going to happen or if he would let me go. I could’ve
laughed at my thoughts.
Let me go? No doubt he paid an exorbitant amount of money for me.
The vehicle came to a stop, and I sat there, my breathing increasing as I thought about
all the horrible things that might happen once I stepped inside that house.
“You’re safe,” the man finally said, his voice so deep, so masculine I felt it race up my
spine.
I looked at him then. He leaned forward so the light moved along his face once more.
“No one will ever hurt you again. I’ll make sure you’re protected and healed properly;
then after that, you’re free to go.”
I felt my eyes widen. “Free to go?” I whispered. Although I wanted to escape, I also
knew I didn’t have anywhere safe to run to. The chances of being caught again played
through my head like a horror movie.
“Yes. I can set you up in a safe house once I know you’ll be protected and they can’t
find you again.”
I couldn’t believe what was happening right now. “I don’t understand.” I could have
cried, and in fact I felt a single tear slip out of the corner of my eye.
“We can talk about this more once you’re inside, a change of clothes covering you, and
a warm meal in your belly.”
I felt dizzy, like if I stood right now, I might faint. He helped me out of the vehicle and
all I could do was lean on him for support, not sure if I was dreaming or if this was
reality. I looked up at him, his body so much bigger than mine. Could this be real?
Could I actually be … free?

Xavier
S HE ’ S MINE .
Those words slammed into my head over and over again, a derailed train about to crash
and destroy anything and everything in its path. I couldn’t control it, couldn’t stop the
deep rumble that came from me. I could see her eyes widen farther, the blues so
startling they made my heart slam harder in my chest. The long fall of her blonde hair
had my hands twitching, my fingers tingling. I wanted to touch the locks, wanted to see
if they felt as soft as they looked.
Get yourself under fucking control.
I exhaled slowly, reining in my control. I wasn’t about to lose my shit. I couldn’t, not in
front of her.
My words had shocked her. It was unbelievable to her, I was sure. I had purchased her
just to set her free. But as I stared at her, something in me shifted. I didn’t want to set
her free, not because I was a sadistic bastard, but because for the first time in my life I
finally felt something come alive in me.
It had taken one look, one sound of her voice, and this possessive side in me came forth
like a dangerous beast. I was doing everything in my power to be calm, to keep
collected and be stoic. No need to frighten her further. She needed to earn my trust,
know that I wouldn’t hurt her.
But despite all of that, I could only think about was how I wanted.
She is mine. She will be mine.
And as those words beat in my head like a war drum, a song before a battle, I knew she
was different. She was so very different from any woman I’d ever seen, ever known.
Mine.
“What’s your name?” My voice was thick, scratchy. I’d kept in the shadows of the car,
watching her, seeing her reaction play across her face. She licked her lips, and I lowered
my gaze to watch the act.
“Claire,” she said in the sweetest, softest voice I’d ever heard, a song from the very
heavens above.
My body became tense, my blood rushing through my veins. I wanted to protect her, to
kill anyone who ever hurt her, who dared to even think about doing so. I wanted blood
on my hands, bodies at my feet. It would all be in the name of Claire. I’d always been
protective of the women I saved, but this was different. Where I felt an almost parental
connection to those woman, a part of me wanting to care for them because they’d had
such a rough go at life, with Claire I felt something much more personal. I was
protective of her, territorial of her, not only because I wanted to make sure she was safe,
but because I wanted her as my own.
I watched her, not saying anything for long seconds. When I finally felt in control and
knew I could say anything without sounding like a ravished animal, I spoke. “I’m
Xavier…”
And you’re mine.
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Xavier
One month later

In the last
month I’d been watching her like a fiend. Never had I desired a woman as much as I
did her.
There hadn’t been a woman in years.
Claire was sweet and gentle, innocent and vulnerable.
The world we lived in was cruel, stripping away at females until there was nothing left
but skin and bones. I was thirty-five years old, and for the last decade I’d used my
wealth and power to help countless women find a life outside of servitude.
After seeing my mother used and abused, I’d made it my mission to help women so
they didn’t turn out just like she had. And when my father died ten years ago and I
inherited his estate and fortune, I’d begun helping every woman I could. Didn’t matter
that I’d purchased dozens of women over the years. In fact, our society didn’t care if I
owned a fucking harem as long as I could pay.
And I could pay until I died of old age. Hell, my descendants could keep paying until
they died of old age, and so on and so forth.
I had work to do, a lot of fucking work, but I couldn’t help but think about Claire. I
stood and walked over to the window. Although the weather was chilly, a frost settling
over everything, she still went out every day. I had a feeling she did so despite the
weather because of her fear of imprisonment, because for so long she hadn’t been able
to be free in any way that counted.
But it didn’t matter how many times I told her she was not a prisoner, that the only
reason she was here was because I had to make sure it was safe for her to be on her
own. I could still see that fear and uncertainty in her eyes.
And I hated seeing that look on her face, even when I told her that I had to get affairs in
order first, but then, after that, she should be safe, free to live her life the way she
wanted to.
But a part of me, a very strong one, didn’t want her to go. I would not keep her as a
prisoner, wouldn’t do it against her will, but I wanted her here with me. I wanted her
by my side, in my bed. I wanted her as mine.
I leaned against the wall and stared out the window at the gardens. I couldn’t help but
watch her all the time, fascinated by every aspect of her. Claire was unlike any woman
I’d ever met. She was intelligent, and I knew she was fearless, even though she kept to
herself. I could see her taking everything in, storing it, memorizing.
She was intuitive, her natural instinct telling her to be wary. It was that survival instinct
that had allowed her to last as long as she had on her own.
And then she looked over at me and my heart froze, my body stilling. Everything inside
of me told me to go claim her right then and there, to pull her close to my body so no
one could touch her, hurt her. I wanted to wrap her up and make sure she was safe, that
she never saw the horrors of this fucked-up world again.
Her eyes were so big, her look so vulnerable. She seemed so unsure of what was
happening. God, the things she’d probably seen and experienced, the life she’d led. I
wished I could turn back time so she never had to experience that.
I’d already fallen for Claire.
I’d already decided she was mine.
There was no going back.

Claire
I COULDN ’ T STOP THINKING about him. Just the thought of Xavier had chills racing up
my arm and legs. I wrapped the blanket around me tighter and stared at the fire. I was
in an office, or maybe it was a library. There was a desk off to the side and built-in
bookshelves all around me. The fireplace was lit, the flames dancing over the logs as if
they were alive and trying to seduce them.
I thought about him watching me earlier today, how I’d felt. Xavier was a big, strong
man, but he kept to himself. He didn’t speak much, but I could see that he was always
taking in his surroundings. I thought about the way he made me feel, how just a look
from him could light my body on fire. Even now I was aroused, so wet between my legs
I was growing uncomfortable.
I heard something behind me and glanced over my shoulder at the door. It was slightly
open, and I could see the man who consumed my thoughts standing there watching me.
He had this expression on his face I couldn’t really place. The way he looked at me
made me feel like he wanted to know more. Or maybe I just wanted him to want to
know more about me.
“May I join you?”
I found myself nodding instantly. He stepped into the room and made his way toward
me, sitting in the chair across from me. I was on the floor in front of the fire, the blanket
wrapped around me, my legs curled up under my bottom. For long moments we just
sat there, neither speaking but the air comfortable, the atmosphere almost relaxing.
“How are you liking it here?”
I glanced over at him, thinking about his question. Then I stared back at the flames for a
prolonged moment.
“I’ve never felt safer,” I admitted honestly. I looked back at him, but he showed no
reaction, no emotion. He finally nodded and looked at the fire, maybe thinking about
what I’d just said.
“You never have to worry about that again.” He looked at me then. “You never have to
worry about someone taking you. You don’t ever have to fear stepping outside.” His
voice was growing lower, deeper, and I could see he was getting angry. “I’m going to
make sure that you’re always safe, Claire. You mean a lot to me.”
That last part had my heart beating fast.
“I mean a lot to you?” I pursed my lips and cursed myself for speaking the words.
When he looked at me, I felt like he could see into my soul. “Claire, you mean more to
me than any other woman ever has.” My throat tightened at his words. “I’ve made it
my life’s mission to help women off the auction block. Never once have I wanted them,
wanted to keep them.” He leaned forward, his forearms braced on his knees. He was
looking directly into my eyes now. “But then you came along and something in me
changed, shifted.”
“Shifted how?” My voice was so low, barely a whisper.
“Shifted in the way where I don’t want to set you free.” There was a hint of desperation
in his voice. But the way he was looking at me was how I imagined a predator looks at
his prey. “It’s in the way that I want you as mine.” His expression was so serious in this
moment. “Does that frighten you?”
I didn’t know what to say or how to feel. Emotions were swirling inside of me,
threatening to take me under. “No,” I answered honestly. In fact, it made me aroused to
hear him say those things. I’d never admit that to him, couldn’t because I was too shy,
but I had no doubts that he could see how I felt in the way I held myself. He had to be
able to read people because of what he did, how he lived his life.
Before I could say anything, he was standing. I straightened, not sure if he was leaving,
but a part of me wanted to beg him to stay. I liked his company, liked having him here
with me even if we didn’t speak. “You’re going?” I cleared my throat, wondering if I
sounded desperate.
He smiled at me, and I swear something in me lit up. “I have some work to do,
unfortunately, even if I’d like to stay here with you. But we’ll talk more.” He held his
hand out, and I found myself slipping my fingers on top of his. He helped me to stand,
and I wondered if he was going to pull me in for an embrace. Instead he reached out
and tucked a stray piece of hair behind my ear.
He looked into my eyes but didn’t speak, and neither did I. I didn’t know what to say
after what he’d told me. I wanted to admit that I desired him, too. I wanted to let him
know that I didn’t want to leave, that I didn’t want to be set free. Being here had opened
up my eyes, made me feel things I never thought I’d be able to experience. It was all so
crazy and so fast. But it felt genuine. I always went with my gut instincts; I’d had to if I
wanted to survive.
And being here with Xavier felt right. It felt as though this was where I belonged.
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Claire

I’d been exploring

for the last thirty minutes, looking at each room, running my fingers along the
hardwood detailing of the walls. But this estate was so big I knew I hadn’t even seen a
fraction of what it had to offer.
For the last month I’d forced myself to stay mainly confined to the first floor and my
bedroom, not really looking at what was my new home for the unforeseeable future. I’d
been afraid to explore, as if Xavier would think I was snooping, going where I didn’t
belong, where I wasn’t welcome. But I’d come to realize he was different.
The house was amazing, reminding me of the wealth of the elite that was the world that
I lived in. There were two types of people in this world: the rich and the poor. Only a
small percentage fell into the former. Everyone else had to survive by any means
necessary.
I reached the end of the hallway and took a left, the wood turning into smooth, polished
granite flooring. There were double doors up ahead, the only doors in this hallway. I
placed my hand on the glass and felt warmth from the other side. Pushing it open, I
instantly smelled chemicals and felt humidity wash over my face.
I stepped inside, the doors behind me closing softly. In front of me was a grand pool,
something I’d only ever heard about. My experience with water up until Xavier had
purchased me had consisted of bathing in lakes and streams.
The water was clear, this unnatural shade of blue. Droplets of moisture filled the air, the
humidity thick, the heat pleasant. It felt wonderful because of the cold outside. I walked
farther into the room to the edge of the pool, and stared down at the water. It was still,
calm. A few chairs were lined up on either side of it, and as I looked around the room, I
saw a wooden door on the other side of the room. I walked over and opened it, and dry
heat slammed into me, consuming me. In the center of the room was a pedestal, large
rocks in the center, wooden benches all around it like a centerpiece. I shut the door and
turned back toward the pool, this need to just feel the water lapping over my bare skin
riding me hard.
I looked around and didn’t see anybody, so I slowly slipped off my clothes. I left my
undergarments on: my panties and a cotton bra. I dipped my foot into the water, the
liquid warm, soothing. I sat down on the edge and slipped in, gasping slightly as I
emerged. I pushed away from the wall and swam into the center, moving onto my back
so my upper body was facing the ceiling. And then I just closed my eyes and floated,
feeling weightless, feeling like nothing else mattered.
And I supposed right now nothing did.
I thought about Xavier, about the emotions that he invoked inside of me. Never had I
felt such an intense attraction to a man. Even when I was with the other refugees, the
other rebels, I’d never been aroused. I’d never been touched in the ways that counted.
But I wanted him to touch me. I wanted to feel his big, tattooed body over mine. All I
could think about when I saw him anymore was what it would feel like to have his
hands on me, his mouth on me … his cock in me.
My entire body shivered, goose bumps popping out over my flesh. Maybe I was insane,
or maybe I was just so lonely and I hadn’t realized how much until Xavier bought me,
until he showed me I did have a future.
I saw the way he watched me, and wished like hell I could talk to him, could tell him
that I hoped he felt the same way I did. In just this short time here, I’d fallen for the
man, and it was crazy the more I thought about it. I should take his offer and let him set
me free, let him help me stay hidden. But I didn’t want that. I didn’t want to run, even if
I technically didn’t have to anymore. I just wanted to be here.
The world we lived in was not ideal, especially for a female. But he was making it
better, making it so I didn’t have to worry about what my future held. And even though
I’d survived many years in the wild with others like me, men and women who didn’t
like a system that destroyed people, this was the first time I’d ever felt hope.
I continued to float, my eyes closed, my arms stretched out on either side of me. I was
relaxed, not having to worry about somebody finding me, kidnapping me and selling
me to the highest bidder. That had already happened, but my fate had been far different
than I’d expected.
I heard something and snapped my eyes open. I righted myself and looked over to
where the sound had come from. My heart started thundering as I saw Xavier walk in, a
towel wrapped around his waist, his upper body bare. He was tall and big, muscular.
The tattoos that covered his chest and arms had every part of me clenching in desire.
He was so unlike all the other elite I’d ever seen or heard about. The men of wealth
were physically the opposite of Xavier; round, pale and cold. Their lifestyle dictated
that others did everything for them. Feeding them, keeping them out of the harsh rays
of the sun. They’d never admit it, but they were weak. They were so damn weak in
every way that counted.
Although Xavier was frightening in appearance, looking as if he could crush you with
just a flick of his finger, I saw something else inside of him. I saw desperation. I saw
loneliness. What I saw in him was what I felt in myself.
He took off the towel and tossed it over the back of a chair, the shorts he wore falling to
his knees. He was so strong, so powerful. The muscular definition on his body made me
feel wholly feminine. And then our gazes locked and I could see the surprise on his
face. He hadn’t known I was here, hadn’t realized I’d been watching him.
“I’m sorry,” I said softly and started swimming toward the edge of the pool, about to
get out and give him his privacy.
“Don’t go,” he said in his deep, gruff voice. I stopped, my hand braced on the lip of the
pool, my body partially facing him. I watched as he got into the water and swam
toward me. My heart was thundering, and I knew if I hadn’t been in the water, I’d be
sweating right now, beads of perspiration covering my skin.
He stopped a few inches from me, droplets of water covering his neck and face. My hair
was wet, the strands sticking to my shoulders. Could he see how fast my pulse was
racing beneath my ear? I remembered our time together, although brief, just the other
night. I remembered how it had felt when his fingers had brushed my skin as he’d
moved that hair away from my face. I wanted to feel that again, ten times over.
“You’ve been exploring?” His voice was soft, not accusing me of anything, but more
curious.
I curled my hand around the edge of the pool. My throat felt so tight, and I wondered if
I could even speak clearly. “Your home is so big, and there are so many things to see.” I
licked my lips, tasting the bitterness of the water as it coated my tongue. The seconds
ticked by where neither of us spoke. He was so much bigger than I was, his body
making me feel so small and feminine. “Your home is beautiful,” I said softly.
Xavier moved closer to me, and I held my breath. I was at the edge of the pool, where
the two corners met. I couldn’t move away, even if I’d wanted to. Which I didn’t.
“It feels different having you here,” he said, his gaze lowering to my mouth.
I forced myself not to lick my lips once more. “What do you mean?” My voice was so
low I didn’t even know if he’d heard me. He lifted his gaze back to my face.
“It feels different than when I had the other rescued women here.” He stared deep into
my eyes. “You make the house feel full, warm.”
I didn’t know how to respond to that. I didn’t know what would happen next, or where
I would go. Xavier had assured me that he would make sure I was safe, that I’d never
have to worry about being captured again. I thought about the people that had been left
behind when I was taken. No, not left behind. Escaped. I was glad that no one else had
gotten caught, that no one had gotten hurt.
He moved another inch closer. If I’d wanted to, I could have reached out and smoothed
my hand along his scruff-covered cheek. I curled my fingers into my palm to stop
myself. I couldn’t hear anything but my heart beating in my ears, could barely even
breathe normally. He was looking at me so intently that I couldn’t even think straight.
I felt the air thicken and heat, which had nothing to do with the humidity. And then I
saw him lift his hand out of the water, droplets falling down. He pushed strands of my
hair away from my cheek, his fingertips grazing my skin.
“So smooth,” he said, almost to himself, his focus on my mouth.
This intense need for him to lean in and kiss me was strong. I wanted to say the words,
wanted to plead and beg for him to do just that. But I clenched my jaw together,
refusing to succumb to my needs. I didn’t want to cross that line. He had saved me, was
making sure I was taken care of. Being with him in that way would ruin things, surely.
But he wants me.
“I’m sorry,” he said and pulled his hand away. And instinctively I reached out and
curled my fingers around his thick wrist. I didn’t know why I did that, but it was too
late to stop myself, to try and pretend that it hadn’t happened.
“I liked that,” I found myself saying. “I liked you touching me.” I was being honest for
the first time in my life, not trying to hide what I wanted or who I was. For so long I’d
had to do that, had to pretend that I was someone else in order to ensure I made it to
the next day. And I didn’t know why, but with Xavier I felt like I could do all those
things. I felt like I could be myself.
He placed his hand on my cheek, cupping the side of my face. His palm was so big,
smooth, and masculine. We looked into each other’s eyes for long moments, neither of
us saying anything. I knew what would happen, and I desperately wanted it. And then
he pulled me in close, my body molding to his. I made a small sound as I felt the
definition of his erection pressed against my belly, the proof of how much he wanted
me. I tingled between my thighs, and I felt my nipples harden. I didn’t know what was
happening, but I didn’t want it to stop. I felt this fire burning inside of me.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered. And then he leaned in even more, pressed his
mouth right to mine, and gave me a kiss that made me breathless. It was soft, almost
sweet. I could feel the hardness, the tightness in his body. I knew he was holding back. I
didn’t want that. I wanted to feel the raw prowess of Xavier. I wanted him to show me
what it was really like to be with a man.
He kissed me harder, adding more force. I was pressed against the corner of the pool
now, letting him mold his body to mine, feeling the hard dips of his muscles pressed to
my softness. I found myself lifting my arms and wrapping them around his neck,
letting him hold me up above the water.
“Wrap your legs around my waist,” he said gruffly against my mouth.
I wrapped my legs around him and felt the stiff outline of his cock even more, pressed
right up against my pussy. I was panting against his mouth, unable to think clearly, let
alone say anything.
“Tell me to stop,” he said harshly against my lips. I just shook my head. “If you don’t
tell me to stop, I won’t be able to. I’m too far gone, want you too fucking badly.” Again,
I shook my head, unable to actually say the words. He broke away and looked into my
eyes, his hand cupping my cheek.
“I don’t want you to stop. I won’t tell you to.” I final said. He groaned and slammed his
mouth down on mine. I dug my fingernails into his back, pulling him closer. I opened
my mouth, and he slipped his tongue inside, stroking mine, making me ache between
my thighs.
He was holding us above water with one hand on the edge of the pool, but at the same
time he was gently pressing his hard cock against my aching pussy. Back and forth,
slow and easy. He made me wish there was nothing separating us, that his erection was
out and he was sliding it deep inside of me, claiming me in every way that counted.
“I need you,” I gasped against his mouth, and he pulled away. My face felt hot, my lips
swollen from the blood rushing beneath the surface. “I need you, Xavier. I need all of
you.” I couldn’t believe I was saying the words, but they were out, moving between us,
unable to be taken back.
I didn’t want them back. I wanted him to know that all the looks I gave him, everything
I was, I wanted him to take. I wanted to feel freedom in his arms, in his bed.
Even if only for one night.
He didn’t say anything for long moments, but I could see he was thinking hard, deeply.
He still had his hand on my cheek, his thumb stroking right under my eye. I could feel
his cock all but throbbing against my belly. My inner muscles clenched, needing
something substantial, wanting to be stretched, to feel that burn.
“Xavier.” I said his name softly, but before I could say anything else, he had his mouth
on mine again. He fucked me with his lips and tongue, making me wish we were naked
and in his bed.
“You’re mine,” he said with so much determination in his voice there was no doubt in
my mind he meant it. “I can’t let you go.” He pulled away, and I saw that truth on his
face, in his eyes. “I mean that, Claire. You’re mine, and I’m not fucking letting you go.
Ever.”
Good, because I didn’t want it any other way.
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My cock came alert,

my heart raced, and every part of me was strung tight.
I looked into her eyes, the blue sweeping me in, holding me down. I realized this was
what being truly alive felt like.
This was what wanting something irrevocably felt like.
I’d taken her to my room, needing her on my bed. I held her tightly to me, kissing her
until she was gasping for air, until she was clinging to me. I became a beast with her,
tearing at what little clothing she still had on until she was bared for me. I placed her in
the center of my bed, her blonde hair fanned out over my dark sheets, my scent no
doubt covering her. I always wanted to see her like this when she was in my bed;
naked, primed for me, looking up at me with an expression of need.
There wasn’t any more time I wanted to waste, not when I had Claire so ready and
willing for me. I leaned in an inch, our mouths so close if I said one word, they’d brush
together. “I want you forever,” I said unapologetically. I slipped my hand behind her
head, cupping her nape, keeping her close. This possessive side rose up in me like a
hungry beast, refusing to be tamed where she was concerned.
“Tell me what you want,” I asked.
“You.”
“Take the panties and bra off,” I said demandingly, maybe a little too harsh. She obeyed
so well, though, removing the damp clothing and tossing it aside. I stood there and
looked my fill. Her breasts were perfectly round … a handful. And her pussy. Fuck, her
pussy was pink and wet. Her legs were slightly spread, and I could see the little bud of
her clit at the top of her mound, that engorged button that had my mouth watering.
“I want you,” she said again.
Her words had me groaning, had that beast that lay dormant inside of me breaking free.
This was just the beginning, and no fucking way was I going to stop until Claire was
mine irrevocably.

Claire
G OD , this was really happening. I was really here with Xavier, giving myself over,
bared for him in more ways than just being naked. My heart was in my throat, beating
wildly, intensely. He kissed me deeply, until I couldn’t think, couldn’t even breathe.
The flavor of him was on my lips, ingrained in my taste buds. I was consumed by him.
The feel of his mouth on mine was a heady reminder of all the things I’d missed in my
life. The simple touch of a man, the stroke of his fingers along my bare skin. Hell, just
knowing I was wanted for more than just sex was something I had never experienced.
Before I knew what was happening, he was undressed, his swim shorts now tossed to
the side. His erection was massive, thick and long, the crown slightly wider than the
rest of him. I heard this small sound and realized it had come from me.
Before I knew what was happening, he had his hands on my waist and pulled me up
and off the bed, shifting so I was now straddling him, my bare, wet pussy right over his
hard cock. He watched me for long seconds, his gaze heavy-lidded, his face and body
so masculine I couldn’t help but feel so very feminine.
“It’s been years since I’ve been with a woman—a decade, Claire.” He spoke softly, his
voice deep, husky.
It was hard to believe a man so potent, so attractive and virile could be celibate. But I
knew he spoke the truth. I heard it in his voice, in the way he looked at me, touched me.
“I’ve never been with a man,” I admitted, wanting to be just as candid with Xavier as he
was being with me.
“You’re the first woman who has ever made me feel alive. You’re the only woman who
I’ve wanted in my bed, who I refused to let go because I crave you so damn badly.”
His words were like gasoline covering my body. I didn’t want to think anymore. Giving
my body to him, my virginity, had so much anticipation and desire coursing through
me that there was no denying this was exactly what was supposed to happen.
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I was harder
than I’d ever been before, my cock so damn stiff it ached. Having her on my lap, her
legs spread on either side of my thighs, her chest rising and falling, her breasts brushing
along my chest, had this arousal moving through me that was so intense I felt crazed.
I reached up and wound my hand in her hair, bringing her forward, so close our
mouths nearly touched again. “The things I want to do to you…” I let those words hang
between us. “The filthy fucking things I want to do to you.” The words were whispered
low. I felt her warm breath brush along my lips. She was getting worked up over all of
this. Good.
“What kinds of things?” she asked softly.
I could have groaned, could have come right then and there, at the fact she wanted me
to say them out loud.
“I want to know, want to hear you tell me what you’d do to me, Xavier.”
I did groan then.
“Tell me,” she pushed, her voice this breathy little moan.
I tightened my hold on her hair, an involuntary act because I was getting strung even
tighter, worked up even more. “You’d be bare for me, spread, your pussy glossy from
your arousal, your cream leaving a wet spot on my sheets.”
She gasped and I groaned, the images slamming into my head on repeat.
“I’d lick your pussy until you came for me, until your juices were sliding down my
chin.” God, I could come just telling her this stuff. She started to rock back and forth on
me, her hands on my shoulders, her breathing coming in short pants.
I had no doubt she could feel exactly how hard I was for her, how in need I was to feel
her pussy clenching around my cock, squeezing the fucker until I came. I could have
told her so much more, but doing so would have surely had me getting off before I was
deep inside her body.
She kept rocking on me, and I felt beads of sweat dot my forehead as I strained to
gather my control. “I’d slide my big cock deep in your virgin pussy, taking you as mine,
telling you no other man will ever know what you feel like, taste like, smell like.” I
grunted and closed my eyes, the feeling of her rocking on top of me almost too much.
“Xavier.” She tossed her head back, her eyes closed, and moved on top of me a little
faster, with a little more force.
I needed to see her get off while she moved atop me, needed to see that pleasure on her
face.
“That’s it, Claire.” I ground out those words. “Come for me, let me feel you, see how
good it is for you.” I gripped her waist with both of my hands and helped her in her
motions.
Back and forth. Harder, faster, adding more pressure.
Her pussy ran over my cock seamlessly. I stared into her face, watching pleasure morph
across her expression, knowing it was because of me, feeling pretty fucking territorial
right now.
“That’s it,” I said, loving the feel of her on me, pleased that she was getting even more
worked up as the seconds moved by. I was breathing so damn hard, and I felt my pulse
racing.
I wanted to fuck her senseless.
“Come for me, baby girl. Let me see how good you feel right now.”
And then she did just that.
She had her head tossed back, and her mouth was parted. The cry that came out of her
was sexual, sensual. She dug her nails into my shoulders, giving in. For long seconds I
could only hold her and watch her face in rapt awe, loving that she was breaking free,
giving me the gift of seeing exactly how good I made her feel.
When her body finally relaxed, I cupped the back of her head and tipped it upward
toward me so she was looking at me. We stared into each other’s eyes, and then I
slammed my mouth on hers, kissing her until she moaned for me. I stroked my tongue
along hers, plunged it into her mouth, and made this guttural sound when she sucked
on it.
She pulled back, her pupils still dilated, her body tight.
“What do you want, Claire?”
“You,” she said instantly.
I lowered my gaze to her mouth, loving that her lips were red, swollen, a light, glossy
sheen covering them. I lifted my hand and ran my finger over her bottom lip, pulling
the flesh slightly down, growing harder by the second.
“Suck it into your mouth,” I said, pushing my thumb between her lips. She did so
instantly, obeying me so well.
I didn’t want to deny her. Hell, I didn’t want to deny myself.
“Be with me, Xavier,” she whispered.
I cupped her nape, pulled her in close, and claimed her mouth. I wasn’t going to deny
either of us any longer. I was surprised I’d lasted this long without coming. Hell, pre-
cum was a steady flow at the tip of my cock. I curled my bigger body around hers, her
breasts pressed right to my chest, my fingers itching to take hold of them.
“Rock against me,” I said, needing that friction. She started moving her hips back and
forth. Back and forth. I broke the kiss, my hands on her waist, keeping her right where
she was, pressing her down on my dick.
I lowered my focus to her lips and ran my tongue over first her top one and then the
bottom. She moaned, and I kissed her again. Over and over, fucking her mouth with my
tongue. My control was snapping.
“Christ.” I looked at her face and breathed out. “I need to go slow, to take my time with
you.”
“I just want you. I’m not going to break.”
I growled low. I was going to devour her.
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Xavier watched me intently,

possessively. I couldn’t lie and say I wasn’t nervous. I’d never had sex, never wanted
to, if I was being honest.
“I’m starving for you, Claire, so fucking hungry I can’t stand it any longer.” He made
this low sound deep within his chest, his mouth on my throat, his teeth and tongue
licking and sucking me there. His dick pressed between my thighs, a huge, thick rod
that had my pussy clenching. I was seconds away from begging him to be with me
already.
“I want you to show me exactly where you want me,” he said in this harsh growl. My
entire body tingled, fire racing along my skin. He lifted up, digging his dick farther
against me.
“I want you everywhere,” I said, the words spilling from me on their own. The sound
he made, told me that my words, even if they lacked detail, pleased him well enough.
“I should give you slow, easy. I should be gentle with you, but God, Claire, I need you
so damn badly. I don’t want to refrain, don’t want to pretend I’m not about to lose it.”
My entire body felt like it would combust at any second. I was aroused, wet, ready,
aching for him. “I won’t break,” I finally said, not knowing how else to display that I
wasn’t as vulnerable as he might think. I was strong from surviving, from being with
the others, fighting to stay alive and not get captured.
“Yeah, baby. I know what you want. I know what to give you.” He ran his tongue along
the arch of my neck, licking, sucking, gently nibbling my flesh. I was on the verge of
climaxing again from that alone. And then before I knew what was happening, he had
me off him and was striding a few feet from where I sat. I was now on the edge of the
bed, the chill in the air forming goose bumps along my arms and legs.
I stared at him, looking my fill. He was all hard, big, and strong, with bulging muscles,
inked flesh, and an erection that had my inner muscles clenching.
He was all male.
I was dizzy, light-headed from my desire for him. I took a stuttering breath. He didn’t
move for long seconds, maybe trying to gather his composure, trying to control himself.
He had his palm wrapped around his dick, and he stroked himself, his focus on my
body. “I had to stop, had to get your sweet, warm body off mine or I would have come
just from looking at you.” His voice was a low growl again. “And I want to be buried
deep in your body when that happens.”
I couldn’t breathe, and my heart beat funny, like little thumps that skipped a beat,
telling me I couldn’t handle much more … yet I didn’t want this to stop.
“Come here, Claire,” he commanded, his voice thick, his intention clear from the way
he watched me. I obeyed instantly.
I got off the bed and walked toward him, my legs shaky, my knees threatening to
buckle. When I was just a few feet from him, I took in a deep breath, smelling the
cologne he wore, feeling drunk from it.
His focus was on my lips.
“I want to touch you,” I said, meaning every word. And then I did just that, not waiting
for him to reply. I pushed his hand away and wrapped my fingers around his shaft. He
was thick, too thick for my fingers to touch. I started stroking him gently, staring into
his eyes, hearing the change in his breathing.
“Fuck,” he said gutturally.
I moved my hand faster, adding more pressure. He closed his eyes, his massive chest
rising and falling, his lips parting slightly. I was so wet, so turned on watching him get
this pleasure, knowing I was the cause of it. But when I thought he might go over the
edge for me, he took a step back, my hand slipping from his cock.
He opened his eyes, his pupils dilated. “If you keep touching me”—he lifted his gaze to
my face—“I’ll come before this even has time to really start.” He was still close enough
that when he leaned in, his mouth was right by mine. “And like I said before,” he
whispered, “I want to be inside of you when that happens.”
I sucked in a deep breath. “Then no more teasing. Be with me.” And then he had his
mouth on mine, fucking me with his lips and tongue, forcing me to hold on to him or
I’d crumple to the ground. I clenched my legs together, trying to stem off the arousal
that threatened to slip down my inner thigh.
“How ready are you for me?”
I felt like I’d been waiting for this my entire life. “So ready,” I replied breathlessly. And
I was. God, I was so ready to finally let Xavier have me.
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I forced
myself to retreat a step. “Back on the bed, baby.” I’d had to stop, had to gently push her
off me so I could control myself, so I didn’t end the night before it fully began. But now
I had to have her. No more fucking around. I wanted to feel her tight virgin pussy
squeezing my cock. I wanted to see the way her face morphed into pleasure as she came
for me, calling out my name. I wanted her to say she was mine, only mine, while my
big, thick cock was shoved deep inside of her.
“Get on the bed for me, Claire.” I was barely hanging on as it was.
Go slow. Be gentle with her.
I told myself that over and over again, but the truth was I didn’t know if I could be. I
didn’t know if I could hold back the beast deep within me. Once she was back on the
bed, I said, “Lie down for me.” I needed her to listen to me, to do my bidding. “Spread
for me. Let me see all of you. Let me see what I’ll be owning tonight.”
I couldn’t help but take in every inch of her, every line, every gentle curve. Her belly
was flat, her thighs perfectly filled. And her pussy, fuck, I couldn’t even stop the groan
that spilled from me at the sight of her cunt.
I reached for my dick again, stroking myself as I stared at her, needing her like I needed
to breathe. I hadn’t so much as touched one sexually since I started my mission of
helping the females off the auction block. And that was a long fucking time to go
without companionship.
I was by her seconds later. I was on top of her a second after that. I had my mouth on
her neck, and used my lower half to nudge her thighs open so I could wedge myself
between them. I felt her slick folds surround my cock, and I started moving back and
forth, working myself between her legs without penetrating her.
Shit, I could get off from this.
“Move against me, baby,” I said, letting my lips brush along hers as I spoke. And then
she started moving under me, both of us working together like a finely tuned machine.
It was perfection. I closed my eyes and groaned. “How does it feel?” I managed to say,
my voice hoarse.
“Yes, that feels so good,” she mewled. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted.
I was one possessive fucker where Claire was concerned. She was mine. I slipped my
finger down her cleft, teasing her clit. And then I ran the pad of my thumb along her
pussy hole. She writhed beneath me.
I moved down the length of her body, not able to help myself. I had my face right in
front of her pussy, my hands on her inner thighs, keeping her legs spread for me. I was
drunk off the scent of her, the flavor that was Claire. I lifted my gaze and stared at her.
“Xavier.” She whispered my name. It was full of need.
“Let me make you feel good, even better.”
She licked her lips and nodded. “I want you,” she whispered. I kept my gaze locked on
hers as I dragged my tongue through her cleft. I had my hand on her belly, holding her
in place as I ate her out. Her flavor exploded along my tongue. She was sweet yet
musky. Claire was mine.
I became a beast then, gripping her thighs tightly, digging my fingertips into her flesh,
and knowing there would be bruises in the morning. The silky-smooth feeling of her
pussy along my tongue could have had me coming right then and there, letting my seed
go right across the sheets. But I controlled myself, paced myself. I needed to feel her
come for me.
Over and over I licked and sucked on her, knowing I’d never get enough. I wanted to
have my face buried between her thighs until my tongue and lips were numb. I started
dry humping the bed, not able to help myself. Over and over I did this, rolling my hips,
fucking the bed like I wanted to do with Claire.
When I felt her body tense and knew she was coming, I sucked her clit and rode out the
orgasm with her. She had her hands in my hair, pulling at the strands. I gave her pussy
one more long swipe when she relaxed on the bed, when I knew she was content.
I moved up her body. My dick was pressed between her slick folds. I took her mouth in
another hard, deep kiss, wanting my cock buried in her pussy so fucking badly. Claire
dug her nails into my skin, pulling me closer, begging me silently. She opened her
mouth, and I plunged my tongue inside, fucking her there.
She panted against my mouth and spread her legs wider. I pressed my hips farther into
hers, my cock sliding right between the center of her, gathering her wetness, making me
a fiend for her even more.
“Spread wider for me, Claire.” I barely got those words out. I leaned back, bracing my
hands beside her, looking down at her pussy. She was so fucking pretty between her
legs, pink and so wet for me from her arousal. “Fuck.” My throat tightened. It was all
for me. She was all for me. I needed to be inside of her before I came all over her pretty
body. I grabbed my cock and finally placed the tip at her entrance. She smelled so
fucking good, and looked even better.
“Tell me you’re mine, that it’ll always be that way.”
Her pupils were dilated, her lips parted. “I’m yours.”
“You want to be mine only. Isn’t that right, baby?”
She nodded.
And then in one swift move I buried my dick in her wet, tight virgin pussy. She gasped,
her pain clear. I cupped the side of her cheek and stilled, letting her get accustomed to
my size. Her pussy clenched around my cock. I groaned, my jaw tight, my pulse racing.
She had her arms around my neck, her nails pricking my skin. I hissed, loving the pain.
It brought my pleasure higher.
I started moving in and out of her slowly, trying to pace myself when all I wanted to do
was pound the fuck out of her. I felt how wet she’d become for me, and heard her
breathing change. She was right here with me. I really fucked her then.
In and out.
Sweat started to coat my skin, my heart raced, and my balls were drawn up tight. I
wanted to come so badly, but I didn’t want this to end. I wanted it to last forever. I
pushed in deep.
“Oh God,” she whispered, her voice slightly broken up by her pleasure.
I stared into her face, watching the display of what she felt moving across it. I pushed
into her once more and stilled, feeling my muscles relax and contract. I could feel the
clench and release of her inner muscles around me, her pussy milking me for my cum.
“I’m going to get off.” I gritted my teeth, the words no more than a harsh whisper.
I reached between us, needing her to climax for me once more, needing her to show me
how good she felt. I started rubbing her clit.
Back and forth.
Harder. Faster.
I felt her tense beneath me, and then she was tossing her head back, her neck straining,
this low cry leaving her. The fact that she was coming for me, that I could see that
ecstasy written across her face, had my self-control slipping.
Only when she relaxed did I slow my actions.
“Don’t stop, Xavier. Never stop,” she whispered.
“Never.”
And then I started to really pump in and out of her, filling her up with my cock, making
her mine. Fuck, I couldn’t control myself.
“You feel so fucking good.” And then I felt my orgasm rise. Just before I came inside of
her, filling her up with my cum, I pulled out. I grabbed my cock and stroked my hand
over my length, my balls drawn up, my need violent. The pleasure consumed me, took
over until I was its slave. I breathed out slowly as my orgasm washed through me.
Groaning deeply, I forced my eyes to stay open as I came. I felt like a dirty bastard as I
watched my cum spill from the tip of my cock and cover her belly. Watching that made
my pleasure skyrocket, had me gasping for breath, my high increasing.
When I was sated, I sagged and breathed out, my chest rising and falling harshly, sweat
covering my body. I couldn’t help but stare at her and what I’d done to her.
Possessiveness and a feeling of being territorial when it came to Claire washed through
me. I lifted my gaze to her face. “I want you as mine, Claire. Always.” I wasn’t going to
apologize for saying the words, for knowing they sounded brutish, demanding. She
was mine whether she really understood that or not.
“I want that.” The way she said it, and her expression, told me hearing those words
come out of her mouth shocked her a little.
Pride and pleasure slammed into me, and I couldn’t help the sound of raw need that
came from me. It was territorial. “Good, because you’re mine. I couldn’t let you go even
if I wanted to. Having you in my life has changed me, made me feel alive.” Sappy
words, maybe, for a man like me to say, but they were true, and I didn’t want to
pretend or hide how I felt. I wanted Claire to know that to me she was the world, and
I’d move heaven and earth just to make sure she was happy.

Claire
I WAS EXHAUSTED , so tired I didn’t even know if I could have lifted my arms or legs.
But I liked that. A smile covered my face, one that was content, sated, and that wouldn’t
leave. For hours Xavier and I had been in this bed, our limbs tangled together, our
bodies sweaty from making love. Although it hadn’t been slow and gentle, sweet and
romantic that whole time. It had been fast and frantic, hard and passionate. I liked it all
ways with Xavier. He knew how to touch me to make me go off like a bomb.
He’d made me climax more times than I could even count. And still I knew I’d never
get enough.
“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice thick with the arousal we’d just shared.
“Yes,” I whispered, even my throat too tired to work properly. I felt this incredible
sensation that encompassed every inch of me. I shifted so I could look into his face. The
silence stretched on for long seconds. “What happens now?” I was tense after asking
that, not sure exactly what would happen.
He was silent for a long while, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. I could see he was trying to
think carefully, figure out what he was going to actually say, perhaps. But he kept me
close, so close I didn’t need a blanket to keep me warm. His body was enough.
“We start our lives together, if that’s what you want.” He pulled back and looked at me.
“Because I want that, Claire. I want that really fucking badly.”
My heart jumped into my throat. “I want that, Xavier.” And I did. How strange that in
such a short amount of time I could find myself so consumed by this man, my savior
and my future. He’d rescued me from a fate, a future worse than death. He made me
realize I was strong in my own right, that the fear I let wash through me could be
controlled, shaped into what I wanted.
I realized because I was with him, that deep within me I had power. I had strength that
could overcome anything that was in my way. I’d just needed that nudge, that push in
the right direction to realize that I wasn’t alone in this fucked-up world.
I was whole because of the man in my arms, and God, it felt so good.
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I looked
at the papers strewn across Xavier’s desk. Over the years he’d bought so many women
off the auction block it was staggering. And although our society didn’t care if he had
hundreds for a harem, I couldn’t believe that humans would allow such a brutal
practice of selling and keeping other humans as if they were pets.
No, the shock is gone. I know what kind of people run this world now.
“You’ve saved all of these women?” I looked over at him, knowing my eyes were wide,
unable to help the surprise that was no doubt clearly written across my face.
“I wish I could have helped more.” His voice was deep, genuinely remorseful.
I shook my head. “You did more than anyone else I know, Xavier.” I moved over to him
and cupped his cheek, the scruff under my palm scratching, yet also slightly smooth.
“You’re a good man, and that’s why I love you.” I let the words hang between us, my
heart in my throat, the feeling that I’d fallen so hard for this man consuming me. “I love
you so much, even more because of the honest, kind person you really are.” He looked
intimidating, with his sheer size and the ink that covered his arms and chest, but he
wasn’t corrupt. He said he’d claimed me, that I was his, that he couldn’t let me go. Well,
I didn’t want to be let go. I wanted to be with him in every way. The very idea of not
having him in my life, of him setting me up someplace safe, where I wouldn’t know if
I’d ever see him again, was frightening.
And it had only taken this short time for me to feel that, to let it take hold and not let go.
He pulled me onto his lap and just held me. I felt the air heat, felt my body do the same.
Before I knew what was happening, Xavier growled low in his throat, twisted me
around so my legs were on either side of his thighs, my pussy right over his hard cock,
and wrapped his hand loosely around my throat. I was breathing hard, heavy, staring
into his eyes and knowing what was to come.
I anticipated being with him, having him dominate me, touch me … make me know I
was the only one for him. We became frantic in that moment. He tore away my pants
and panties, then stood and pulled the fly of his jeans down. He had his cock pulled
out, stroking it from root to tip before moving closer to me and placing the head at my
entrance. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think.
And then he pushed all those inches into me, making me cry out, having me feel that
stretch and burn only he could cause within me. I held on as he fucked me, tunneling in
and out, his balls slapping against my bottom, my wetness making his thrusts fluid.
And before I knew what was happening, he was coming, filling me up, causing me to
go over the edge with him.
The seconds moved by where all I felt was pleasure, all I could see was flashing lights.
And then my high dissipated and Xavier was holding me. He was whispering sweet
words to me, ones I couldn’t make out because they were so low, but ones I knew came
from the heart.
“You’re mine, Claire, and there is no one and nothing that will ever take you from me.”
He stroked my hair, and I rested my head on his chest, hearing his heart beating. “I love
you,” he whispered.
There was no other place I’d rather be.

X AVIER HELPED me out of the back of the car and immediately took my hand. I stared
up at the two-story cabin nestled deep in the woods. On the way up here he’d told me a
little history about the place, how he owned a few hundred acres out here in the middle
of nowhere, how he used this property to make sure the women he bought were safe
and went undetected.
I looked between him and the cabin, feeling my love for him grow so much more. He’d
made it his life’s work to buy women off the auction block for the sole purpose of
setting them free. In a world where women were treated as a commodity, an item that
could be sold and purchased, Xavier was changing things. And I wanted to be there to
help him.
I wanted to be a face these women saw, so they knew that they were safe, that they
could come and talk to me, that I was a light in a beacon of darkness. I could relate to
them, had experienced what they had.
I desperately wanted to help.
We made our way up to the porch and immediately the door opened, showing us two
women standing on the other side. One of them looked timid, partially hiding behind
the woman in front. The shy one looked young, no more than maybe eighteen years old.
The woman in front was older, maybe in her twenties or thirties, experience etched on
her. But when they saw Xavier, smiles lit up their faces. It was clear they trusted him.
Marcus, the driver who’d brought us up here and a trusted employee who’d helped
Xavier orchestrate all of this, came up behind us with a few canvas bags in hand. There
were many more in the back of the car, filled with food and water, toiletries and
clothing.
Even though this world was unforgiving and dark, and these women would never be
able to live in a society which deemed them as nothing more than property, out here
they were making a life for themselves. They didn’t have to worry about somebody
finding them, taking them, selling them off. They truly were free.
We made our way up the steps and onto the porch. The older of the two women smiled
at me, and as I looked into her eyes I could see she had gone through much in her life.
Most likely she’d been taken just like I had, but she’d survived, grown stronger. I
smiled at the younger woman. I didn’t know how long she’d been here, but she was
clearly still trying to get on her feet, trying to accept everything that was going on
around her.
I turned and looked at Xavier. I didn’t know what to say, how to properly express my
emotions. But words were not needed. He pulled me in and kissed the top of my head,
holding me tightly. We were a team now. I wanted to help, wanted to be there. This
wasn’t an easy fix, but all we could do was take one step at a time, put one foot in front
the other, and hope for the best.
Because hope was very strong and it had power. We had power.
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Claire
One year later

I was calm,
collected. I had to be. Acting scared, nervous, or any other emotion right now wouldn’t
do anyone any good. In fact, it could ruin everything.
For the last year I’d been waiting to do this with Xavier, prepared for whatever
happened, ready for anything. And although I seemed relaxed on the outside, deep
inside I was frightened of how all of this would play out.
I leaned back against the seat of the limousine, the scent of leather surrounding me, the
air chilled. Snow covered the ground, giving the seemingly hellish land I lived in this
otherworldly glow. If I didn’t know what kind of world this was, the kind of society
that surrounded me, I could look at the picturesque mountains, the snow-covered trees,
and think this was an ideal land. But I knew better. This was a wasteland of twisted
humans.
But Xavier and I were working to correct that, even if what we did only helped a little.
Even if we could only save one woman from the fate that was hell on earth, it was
worth it.
I glanced over at the man I loved, the man who had saved me just a year ago. Time had
moved so fast, and it was crazy to think that in that short amount of time he and I were
now working together. Not only were we committed to each other, our relationship
stronger than ever, but I wasn’t just sitting home being a vessel for him.
That thought had me lifting my hand and placing it on my slightly rounded belly. I was
pregnant with his child, something we both wanted, had both dreamed about. But even
though I’d always wanted babies, envisioned myself being a mother, I’d been too afraid
to even hope that I could have that life, could be more than just an incubator.
And then I’d found Xavier—or more so, he’d found me.
He smiled at me, his gaze lowering to my belly. I could see the love on his face, the
possessiveness in the way he held himself when I was near. We’d fought about me
coming along with him today, but in the end I’d won out, if only for this time. I knew
that I couldn’t risk the child that grew inside of me, and because of that this would be
the only time I came with him to the auction block, albeit I’d stay in the car. I could help
back at the house, make the women feel comfortable. This was the first auction Xavier
had been to since he’d purchased me, and that was the main reason I wanted to be here.
I wanted to be in this car when they brought out the female Xavier had purchased
today. I wanted to be here to reassure her, to let her know that she was safe, protected.
What we did, we did in secrecy, and although it was dangerous, punishable by death, I
would never have changed it for anything.
And then the back door opened. I straightened, knowing the woman would come into
the vehicle any second. Xavier moved over next to me, took my hand in his, his touch
possessive, territorial. We waited only a second before the young brunette slipped in
the back of the car. She had wide eyes, and the fear came from her like a slap to the face.
Once the door was shut, the silence became deafening, the air thick. She glanced
between Xavier and me, and saw the confusion on her face.
She was also frightened. I could see the way she tugged at her dress, the wide-eyed look
that covered her face, and the rise and fall of her chest as she breathed rapidly.
“I’m Claire and this is Xavier, my husband.” The car started driving after I’d revealed
all of that. Truth was, our marriage wasn’t legal, but it was real nonetheless. The
fucked-up society we lived in didn’t allow for a man to have a legal marriage with a
female he’d purchased off the auction block. But Xavier and I had our own private,
intimate ceremony, one where we’d had the trusted servants of the estate there as our
“friends and family,” and a day I’ll never forget. I even had a ring, an old-as-time
symbol of our connection.
I placed a hand protectively on my belly again, a habit that was something I’d never be
able to break. Smiling at the woman came easily, genuinely. I wanted to make her feel at
ease even though I’d been in her shoes not that long ago.
“Married?” she said softly, that confusion still lacing her voice.
I nodded and showed her my ring. For the next five minutes I explained how I’d been
just like her, how Xavier wasn’t like other men. I told her how he’d saved me, protected
me, that this was what he did … helped women in need. I could see her start to relax
with each passing minute. And then Xavier reached out and took the bracelet off her
wrist. I heard the deep exhale of breath leave her. The memory of how I’d felt when
he’d done that slammed into me. I remember it had been like this weight lifted from my
shoulders.
“You’re safe,” I said again, smiling and moving over to sit on the seat beside her. She
shifted so she was facing me, and then she started crying and embraced me. I knew they
were tears of happiness, that she was relieved that she wouldn’t be a slave to whatever
needs and desires a fucked-up owner had for her.
I knew she realized she’d actually have a life.
I looked over at Xavier, feeling tears start to build in my eyes as well. The happiness I
saw in his face was real, honest. He did this because he knew that’s what had to be
done, because he was a good man, a wonderful husband, and he’d be a fantastic father.
This world might be hell, but at least I had a man who loved me unconditionally and
would fight to make sure others had a chance of surviving.
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Xavier
Two years later

Two years
I’d been living in a world where my wife and daughter consumed my every waking
thought. For two years I’d made sure they were protected, looked after, and that no
harm came to them. And until the day I died, took my last breath, I’d ensure that they
never had a doubt in their mind who loved them.
Wealth and materialistic things didn’t compare to the love of a good woman, and
hearing the laughter of your child. And I had that tenfold.
I looked over at Claire, who held our daughter. Rosie had fallen asleep in my wife’s
arms, but Claire refused to move, fearing she’d wake the toddler. But I also knew it was
because she liked holding our daughter. I didn’t blame her. I did too.
She smiled down at the baby. That lit up my entire fucking world.
Over the last couple of years we’d worked on freeing other women. I made sure Claire
stayed in the background, for her own safety and that of our daughter. No one aside
from my most trusted employees even knew about our daughter. Although I was
considered one of the elite, and therefore my offspring was safe from the female
auctions, I didn’t want to risk it, didn’t want to take any chances. She was more
precious than rubies to me. Both of them were.
And I wanted more children, a houseful of them. I wanted little girls who looked like
my Claire, and little boys who knew what this world was, how to survive, how to help
those less fortunate. I wanted forever with the woman I loved more than life itself.
Claire lifted her head and stared at me, smiling sweetly.
“I love you,” I said softly so as not to wake Rosie.
“I love you too,” she said back.
My heart raced. Even all these years later, Claire could still bring me to my knees. She’d
always do that, always be my weakness … and my strength.

The End
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 Set in the same world as Claimed, but can be read as a total standalone.

No one would stop me from keeping her as mine.

Otto
The world that was once known is gone. In its place is a society where the rich rule, and
the female population are auctioned off to the highest bidder.
I am more primitive than most, living off the grid and surviving on my own. I am a
loner, a man who has needs and desires, and I am about to do something about it.
I may not be wealthy enough to purchase a female for myself, but I’ll have one as mine
regardless.
And anyone who tries to stop me will see exactly the type of man I am, and the lengths
I’ll go to claim a woman as my own.

Sansa
I lost the only two people I loved, my parent who hid me away from a barbaric society
that wanted nothing more than to sell my body.
Being alone was consuming, and I didn’t know how much more I could take.
Then I found myself injured, on the verge of unconsciousness, and in the middle of
nowhere. When I wake I’m in a strange cabin, and the man who is just feet from me
looks at me as if he owns me.
He’s big, strong and muscular, and seems more animal than human.
And he’s told me I’m his now.

Warning: This story is fast, hot, and leaves nothing to the imagination. It features an
over-the-top, caveman alpha male who wants his heroine as only his, and nothing will
stop him from making that happen. Oh, did I mention the hero and heroine are both
virgins *wink*. Lock your bedroom door, because this is one story you’ll want to read
alone.
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 Otto

The sun beat

down on me, beads of sweat and dirt covering me from the manual labor I'd been
doing all day. I brought the ax down on the log, splintering it in two.
The ax was one of the only tools that I had to work with. With everything from food
and water to clothing and weapons being rationed and accounted for, I'd had to make
do with things I constructed myself, or things my parents had hoarded from back in the
day. I’d also made tools and weapons, and although they were almost barbaric in
nature, they did the job. That's all I could ask for in this day and age.
I picked up half of the log and set it on the chopping block. I brought the ax down on
the piece, splintering that one in two as well. I did this over and over again, cutting
firewood before finally picking up the pieces and stacking them on the side of the
house.
I'd been born in this cabin, raised in it and away from the corrupt, fucked-up outside
world. I'd only been down the mountain a few times to get supplies with my father, but
that had been enough.
The fall of the economy had happened when my mother and father were children. Once
adolescents, and my mother needing to escape the female roundup for the auctions, she
met my father and they escaped together.
They needed to get away from the strict rules that the government enforced, especially
given the fact that women were a commodity now, pawns to be sold off, given to the
highest bidder … the wealthy.
Sex slaves, vessels for reproduction, maids … these were the things women in this
world were made to do.
It made me sick to think about the depraved and vile acts that were perpetrated on
them. But that was our world now, crazy and mad, dictating what others could do, how
they felt.
And it only got worse as the years went by. It would only get worse as time moved on.
I continued the task at hand, chopping the wood, stacking it up. This was my life, lonely
and monotonous, my days filled with doing tasks that ensured I survived, that once I
found my woman she would be comfortable and happy here.
And yes, that was my end goal ... to find my woman.
I didn't know who she would be, didn't know where she was, but I knew one thing for
certain: I needed a woman, a wife, the future mother of my children in my life. I needed
that as much as I needed to breathe, as much as I needed to be strong and protect her.
And I would, until the day I took my last breath. She’d come to realize that she was my
life.
I thought about the time I spent in the cabin with my family, how we’d tried to survive.
There had been other people who came to us over the years, looking for shelter, a warm
fire to lie in front of, or even some broth to drink. We never turned them away. But in
the end that had been my parents’ downfall.
It had been five years since I lost my parents to a drifter who took their generosity as
something more. My father had been killed trying to protect my mother from the
bastard and in turn I'd killed the motherfucker with my bare hands.
But at thirty years old I was tired of being alone. I was ready to finally venture out and
find a female of my own. I'd never known the intimate touch of a woman. But I had no
doubts I could make her feel good, could make her see that she was meant to be with
me.
And even though I wanted that because I lived off the grid, and in the eyes of the
government had no financial standing or privilege to own a woman, I had to find one
for myself.
I grabbed a rag and wiped the sweat from my face, down my neck, and along my chest.
I'd gotten rid of my tattered, once-white T-shirt hours ago when I’d started working.
This was my home, would be my home until the day I died.
Fuck anyone who thought that they could keep me from what I desired, from what they
thought I wasn't worthy of having. A woman wasn't a piece of property, wasn't
something to be used and abused.
Once I found my wife she'd be my equal. She'd make this cabin a home, a true home
with children and love and laughter.
And anyone who thought they could take that from me would know the kind of wrath I
could inflict upon them. I might be a man by all accounts, but being away from society
and civilization made me more barbaric, more animalistic then what would be
considered normal.
And I fucking embraced it.
It was what had kept me alive, what kept me strong. I might not have been able to save
my parents, but things had changed. I’d changed. I wouldn’t let anyone try to stop me
from acquiring what I wanted.
It was that fierce determination that would provide safety and protection for my
woman and children.
It would be what kept us alive.

Sansa
I WAS ALONE , had been alone for the last couple of months. Ever since my parents died
I only had myself.
The house I lived in was beat down, aged and weathered. My parents had lived here for
longer than I’d been alive. My mother had been spared from the female auctions
because of her age and health ailments. It had been those things that had saved her life
in the end.
It had been her medical history of infertility that had allowed her refuge from the
barbaric practice of female auctioning, but she didn’t want to risk being sold for
servitude. Instead she’d escaped, hidden, and lived her life like she didn’t even exist.
But then a miracle had happened and she conceived me. It was the biggest secret she
ever kept. I was the biggest secret she ever kept. And because of that, and the threat of
the government taking me and selling me off to the highest bidder, she and my father
had essentially kept me in this one-room, windowless haven for my entire life.
Staying inside was the only way I could have ever survived in this fucked-up world.
But I found myself making my way outside when the moon was high and the night was
still. It had been those nights that I’d stared up at the bright moon and twinkling stars,
wishing we lived in a different world.
But now I was truly, utterly alone. It wasn't safe for me out in that world. Hell, it wasn't
even particularly safe to venture out the front door. But I had to survive. Staying here
would lead to me being captured.
The supplies I had wouldn’t last, and if I stayed any longer I'd end up dying in this
house.
I was young, had my whole life ahead of me, and I wasn't going let some disgusting,
barbaric and ritualistic society deem what I could or couldn't do.
I had to leave this place. I had to make my way farther up north and hope that I found
something better. I had to hope that I could find a life that was filled with more than just
looking over my shoulder and wondering how much I was worth to the highest bidder.
I started shoving supplies in a bag, anything nonperishable that I could take with me. I
didn't want to particularly leave at this moment, but the house wasn't safe.
Once the bag with the supplies was packed and I was out the front door, I turned
around and looked at the only place I’d ever known as home. Memories of my
childhood, of the love my parents had for me, filled my head and had me smiling. I
would miss this place, miss the age and the smell of dust and mold that sometimes
permeated the air.
I had to do this for myself. I just hoped in the end I wouldn’t regret it.
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