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etal vehicles and groaned out in annoyance. Persistent. She handed it to her fathers men, they were damn stubborn! Kisa threw caution to the wind, and

ped against the tinted glass, but despite her weak state she kept an eye on the men that circled the station. The loud engine of the bus is accompanied by a jerky take off, Kisa settled into the faded seat and closed

still on the bus, and it seemed to be driving through some back alley town. The sky had darkened and she feared a night in the cold.

her side and the other fisted around the strap of her backpack, she made her way to the joint. She needed the bathroom, the only place open

ed the backpack on the small basin and shifted through the items she'd stashed in there. Kisa contemplated her actions for less than a second, s

illed her bottle before she slipped out of the bathroom and exited the place via the back opening. Kisa kept hidden in the shadows as she made her wa

d warmth in her own arms. Her steady walk slowed to a crumbled pattern. No food, no warmth and lack of sleep; how she held on was beyond her. Through blurred

ance had her knees bucklin

meal... He looked towards the open patio doors, cursing when he realised he'd left open paint out there. The rain wasn't about to let up, t

Slater stopped at a car near the entrance of the building, he could have sworn he'd rolled down the metal shutters... Shrugging, he opened the driver's

the car firmly. This did little in regaining balance. Slater pushed his hands out to catch his fall. "Fucks sake!" He grunted out, the impact kissed his le

eached out to roll her to her side. Her body rolled limply, his breath caught like his booted feet had. Long thick eyelashes shadowed over defined cheekbones, h

n's thighs... Disregarding the surge of lust, he wished she'd picked another mechanic's store to drop dead in. Her pasty state shouldn't have this kind of provoking stimulation over the organ i

falling, it resulted in a tightened grip on her. Her soft body curled against his large, muscular one, it seeked his warmth. Now was not the time to be turned on, but shit, Slater's cock throbbed. He leant her against his shoulder

form onto the bed, her

ful manipulation over his body. But her, a complete stranger seemed to send all kinds of need through his system. He ran a hand through his hair, fuck he needed to get laid! He started with

beaded at the base of his neck, had it really been that long since he'd shared the bed with a woman... His member pulsed beneath his boxers as he caught

whimper rids him of the thought. It felt as if she was toying with him, almost as if she knew the kind of effect she had on him. Like a coil ready to snap, he took her shirt and pulled it up her body. His knuckl

ack bra did little to cover her plump breasts from his predatory scrutinization. His jaw clicked, and he travelled down along her ribcage, coming to an abrupt s

ht... preferably co

between her thighs leaked passion, maddening passion. It was torture. Encountering these sensations, but being unable

unt of time that passed, all the young woman could do was memorise the tempting brushes of passion. She remained in a constant state of need and want, a painfully

bad old action film. Then came the sound of rain, heavy at that. She turned slightly, and frowned at the relatively hard surfa

tain, she'd be waking to the cramped and darkened boot o

, before her coherent thoughts snapped into a pitiful mess. Kisa's lips parted, she rolled her bottom lip into her mouth and clenched her legs together as her eyes gawked at the nude man directly opposite her. She mentall

isa squirmed around uncomfortably as her panties dampened and her core pleaded for release... for the first

vert, but had she not left the golden cage, she never witn

d against the wall. She was lethal. Fever or not, he did not mistaken those moans of pleasure that escaped her li

muttered groan he felt for the valve. He reached out for a towel and wrapped it around his hips. Slater stepped out of t