"You still shave your pussy. Or did you do it special for me tonight?" That gruffness was in his voice again, barely audible, but still there, nonetheless. Something about his rough voice made her feel strangely weak. She didn't like the feeling, fought it, striving to remember she was being forced into this situation.

  She flinched from his prying eyes, trying to cover herself to no avail. He'd liked it bare down there--she remembered that now. She'd picked up the habit of shaving and never stopped. It had always felt cleaner and neater to her, but now he obviously saw it as a come on. "I shave for me--not you or anyone else. Don't get any ideas."

  "I don' need to see your pretty pink pussy to get ideas, chere."

  She lifted her chin, frowning. "I bet you don't."

  "Come on, Allie. You always knew I was in to kink."

  She shifted uncomfortably. Her nipples hardened, her areolas drawing up painfully tight around the buds. She hoped he couldn't see anything around her arms and hands. He'd interpret her reactions as desire, she was certain. "I thought it was just a passing phase. Something all men go through."

  "Just the lucky ones." He grinned, letting his gaze roam over her body like a slow caress. She could practically feel him touching her.

  "Pose for me. Like you did in this picture. I want to see how you look in it now." His fingers lingered on the picture a moment before he flipped it to her. The lurid photo landed near her feet. She stooped over to pick it up.

  It wasn't hard to see herself in the photo. Even in the dimness, her blinding white skin was visible. Why had she ever let herself be talked into something like that? Actually, she'd been a little drunk, and it had begun as her idea. Something to keep her boyfriend happy and satisfied. She'd never imagined something stupid she'd done as a girl could ever come back to haunt her--but then, her father discovering a photo was what had gotten Rafe locked up for statutory rape.

  "I was laying down in this," she said, looking up at him.

  He leaned forward, expectant, quiet--knowing full well she'd play her part.

  If it would get her out of here….

  She took a deep breath then smoothed her clothes over the grass, getting down on her knees and onto her side as she was in the picture. They'd been on her bed before, and definitely not outside for all to see. Her thighs tightened, slowly sliding against each other as she curled on the ground. She kept her breasts as shielded as possible, then looked away from him, up at the sky as she awaited his next command and hoped this request would be the last for the night.

  A rustle sounded from his direction. Glancing at him, she saw he'd taken off his t-shirt.

  Her heart suddenly lodged in her chest, making breathing difficult. He was beautiful, like a beast that had been caged too long that suddenly found itself free. He was harder now, possessing a man's body. Two nipple rings glinted in the moonlight, drawing her attention to his broad, powerful chest. She'd never seen any man in real life as ripped as he was--just looking at the cut lines that disappeared into his jeans made an uncomfortable moistness seep from her pussy. Her clit throbbed to life, pulsing slowly with the beat of her heart.

  She looked away again, unaware of how long she'd been staring. She tightened her arm across her chest, praying he'd let her leave soon, before anything else could happen.

  Rafe rose and walked toward her. He stood over her, looking down, his chest rising and falling dramatically with each harsh breath he took. His muscles played as he hooked his thumbs in his pockets, his fingers subtly emphasizing the generous size of his package.

  He was hard.

  Just the knowledge that his cock had hardened while he looked at her was enough to make her cleft spasm with unrequited lust. She bit her lip against the gnawing ache she hated so much.

  "Look at me like you still want me, chere," he whispered, drawing her attention to his face.

  She lifted her chin defiantly, frowning up at him. "I can't show you something I don't feel."

  His jaw hardened. His fingers clenched at his jeans and his chest swelled. "Pretend," he bit out.

  Alana willed her face to soften, to ease the frown away. As much as she hated to admit it, he was an attractive man. She just had to forget he was forcing her to do this. It wasn't too hard to let the fleeting desire she felt consume her enough to pass this test. She let her gaze roam up his body, from his shiny buckle, up the muscled crevasses of his belly, his chest, that long, sexy neck and hair-stubbled, square jaw. His full lips were closed in a tight line. She remembered them on her skin--soft and hungry.

  Her pussy ached with the memory. She tightened her legs, feeling the wetness seeping from her core, making her lips slippery with want.

  Shuddering with remembered desire, she met his dark eyes and felt as though her heart would stop. His hair fell across his brow, softening his hard, fierce eyes. She opened her mouth to say something, but she couldn't think of anything to say. She moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue, freezing when his eyes locked onto her mouth.

  He pulled his hands from his pockets, clenching them into fists before turning abruptly away.

  "That's enough," he said after several long, uncomfortable minutes passed in silence.

  "We're done then?"

  He glanced back at her then pulled his shirt over his head. "For now."

  "Good." She sat up and snatched her clothes off the ground, putting them on as quickly as she could.

  Grass clung to her skin, mostly her hips and waist. She brushed herself off as well as she could, then slipped on her sandals and got to her feet. She crumpled the picture in her fist, having nowhere on her to put it. She'd burn it when she got home.

  He offered his hand on the way up the bank, but she ignored him. She was too shook up to be touched right now--especially by him. He was conjuring up all sorts of memories that she'd chosen to forget long ago. She didn't need to engender any sort of attachment to him again, no matter if she wanted to or not. It just wasn't safe or smart to get involved. She had to remember that he was doing this for revenge. He would probably go home and laugh about this, about her, her body, how big a slut she was. She heard her father's voice, telling her what a sorry whore she'd allowed herself to become.

  She was bad. The bad seed. She'd always had sexual urges, but she'd never given in to her carnal appetites. When she had, she'd become a laughingstock. No one wanted to see a fat girl be sexual--it was just too unappealing for everyone involved.

  How dare he come into her life, just to humiliate her again! Her father had warned her not to give in to her impulsive nature, and now she was paying the price.

  Alana glared at Rafe's back as they finished the short climb.

  She moved to her car, opening the door and turning back to him.

  "I'd offer you a ride, but you can see why I wouldn't want to be caught with you in the car." It was an incredibly bitchy thing to say. She should've felt good having said it, but it just made her feel like shit to stoop to his level.

  He eyed her a moment, adjusting the brim of his hat. "I'd rather use my legs. It feels good to walk free."

  She wasn't going to let the jibe bother her. Anger was good. Anger would help her get through this. She just had to hang on to her outrage.

  Alana shrugged and slammed the door shut, cranked the car, and drove away, watching him in the rear view mirror until he was safely out of view.

  Chapter Three

  Rafe kicked the door shut, slamming the beat up old door behind him and rattling the house on its piers. The house vibrated as he stomped his way through the living room to the kitchen. He shoved a kitchen stool, knocking it to the peeling linoleum floor as he mowed a path to the fridge. He yanked the door open, looking inside and snatching out a beer.

  Popping the top, he tilted it up and drained half of it before letting it leave his lips. The beer bubbled in his belly, beginning to numb him. Just the way he wanted it. He finished off the beer as he stood there, then grabbed another and walked into the shabby living room that had been his grandmother's.

  It pissed him off to see the way she'd lived the last few years of her life. It wouldn't have happened if he'd been here for her. She wouldn't have died alone.

  Just one more injustice to chuck up to good ole Mayor Laroche.

  There wasn't much left after the vultures had picked through her things. He'd found a lot of family memorabilia on a half-burned pile outside. What pictures that had survived the burning hadn't survived over a year in the southern elements. It was just as well. He didn't really need reminders of his childhood.

  He looked around the dim room at his surroundings: a broken down couch that had seen better days a decade and a half ago; a TV that only picked up two channels out here in the boonies; a scarred coffee table; and one standing lamp that looked like it had been picked up at the hourly rate hotel where the locals went to fuck and cheat on their spouses.

  Rafe flipped on the TV to the NBA playoffs and collapsed on the hard couch, sinking into the back as he propped his booted feet on the table. Static and the announcer's scratchy voice filled the silent void in the air.

  He didn't know why the fuck he'd come back here. A buddy who'd gotten out before him had him a job lined up in the logging industry. He could be making good money right now. Instead, he'd come back here, and for what? Nothing was going to change.

  She was still daddy's girl.

  Rafe popped his beer open and took a swallow, feeling the alcohol slowly mellow his mood down to a simmering rage.

  "You're a fuckin' idiot for ever trying to be with her," he muttered to himself, tossing his hat on the table.

  He had nothing to offer any woman at this point. Hell, he hadn't been able to get her off his mind. He hated that bitch with a passion. He'd nursed that hate through the years. It kept him alive, his rage at the Laroches--made him hard instead of the soft boy he'd been when he first went in. He knew what it was like to survive, and still, the first look at her pale skin and soft round breasts in the moonlight and he'd had a raging hard on.

  He rubbed his crotch, feeling his hard dick through the jeans. His balls ached with the need for release. He should've told her to spread her legs and let him fuck that sweet, wet cunt of hers, but he'd promised no penetration. And he was so fucking hard then, he'd barely managed to keep from dropping on top of her and taking what he wanted.

  He hadn't had a woman in months. Before that, it had been nearly ten years. The pussy he'd gotten since he'd been out left something to be desired. Sure, he'd satisfied an itch, but not the craving he'd had for Allie.

  Rafe chugged a few more swallows, easing himself back in the couch and loosening his belt and fly, hoping it would take the pressure off. It didn't. Fucking cock tease.

  Normally, he'd say he deserved everything he got, especially after making her undress and pose for him. The blood rush to his cock when she looked up at him had been nearly unbearable. Why the fuck should he hold himself back?

  He shouldn't, and that was the problem. He was trying to play by her rules. This was his game, and she'd find out just how ruthless he'd become. It didn't take much to recall why he hated her.

  He finished off his beer and crumpled the can before digging a small box out from under the couch. Settling back again, he took the lid off to examine the contents.

  He'd stored the box in the attic, all those years ago. He'd damn near forgotten where he'd put it, and he'd been surprised to find it sitting right where he'd left it--covered in a thick layer of dust.

  He lifted one of the photos out, rubbing his thumb over Allie's smiling face as she struck a pose for him on her bed. Her long, silky hair was tousled from their making out. He touched it, as if somehow he could feel it between his fingers.

  He scowled and dropped the picture back in the box. His eyes lingering momentarily on the images scattered inside before choosing one of the others. She'd sat up in this one, her legs spread enough he could almost see her pussy. She'd clutched her arms together, bringing her breasts close and full, like she'd served them on a platter for him. He'd been so hard when he took this picture--had wanted her so bad he'd nearly dropped the camera.

  "Damn." He groaned to himself, clutching the photo.

  Rafe unzipped his fly. His cock fell out onto his lap like a heavy piece of meat. He gripped it, circling his fingers around the thick shaft to rub loosely up and down. He grunted, feeling the pressure swell in his balls. He arched his back, glancing at the picture, imagining what it would be like to be in her now--how wet her pussy would be, how tight she'd clutch him with her hungry little hole. Rafe groaned as the spasms took hold and he lost all rational thought for a few blissful seconds and hot cum shot over his hand and onto his belly.

  His hand went lax, though his dick remained semi-hard. Jacking off was never satisfactory. He tossed her picture back into the box and dropped it on the floor, kicking it until it skidded across the worn shag carpet and bumped into the TV.

  Rafe wrung his dick, getting the last drop of cum out before taking off his shirt and wiping himself up. He was still unsatisfied. His hand couldn't compare to a woman's wet cunt

  He glared at the open box sitting across the floor.

  He'd get what he wanted from her. That little bitch was responsible for ruining his life. He'd fuck her and get her out of his system, then move on. It was all he had left to look forward to.

  * * * *

  Alana closed herself in her house like she'd been thrown inside. She switched on the lights in the living room and the rest of the house, checking everything to make sure no one had broken in while she was gone, then went back and sat on her couch and snuggled under an afghan.

  She grabbed her purse and dug around inside for the picture, pulling it out to examine it in the light. She sighed, wishing she was still that size. She'd never again think of herself as fat. Why couldn't she have felt good about herself then?

  Rafe had made her feel good about herself. Sexy. Desirable and worthy of someone's attentions.

  Alana frowned. She shouldn't need a man's attention to feel sexy. Telling herself that should make her feel better, but she knew she was lying to herself.

  She tucked the picture back into her purse. She shivered as the air conditioner kicked on and remembered all the dirt she'd picked up outside from wallowing on the ground--trying to look sexy for Rafe.

  That would make her feel better--being clean. Determined, she got up and went to the bathroom, stripping her clothes off. She stopped before getting in to the shower, looking at her naked image in the mirror.

  Why had he wanted to see her so badly? She couldn't imagine that he desired her. Her father had told her everyone laughed at her and her size--he'd heard it throughout the years from his acquaintances, plus, men talked amongst themselves about things they'd never dream of sharing with any woman. She'd never had any reason not to trust her father until that point, but she knew better than to believe everything he said. He lied as easily as breathing--he was a politician, after all.

  But that still couldn't explain Rafe's reaction to her. She'd seen his erection. Was it just because she was the first woman he'd seen since he'd gotten out, and any warm blooded woman would have done the job? Or was it more?

  She didn't want it to be more. She didn't, she told herself.

  Alana grimaced at her reflection, knowing he couldn't truly find her attractive. She'd been plump in high school, and she'd gained weight in the ensuing years. She couldn't even use the excuse of having had children influence her weight gain, because she hadn't done that either. She'd been too busy helping her father's career flourish, and in turn, her own.

  The sacrifices were worth it in the end, even if she had to live alone for now. Her time for family would come eventually. She was still fairly young.

  She turned away and got into the shower, washing the grime away with a plastic scrubby, hoping it would wash away her guilt. Nothing could do that, however. She was stained with it. In a way, she deserved everything Rafe and her father had done to her. She deserved to be punished, and they both knew it.

  The bad seed. Fat whore.

  Alana swallowed, fighting back the tears that threatened to spill from her stinging eyes. She dunked her face under the stream.

  The water felt good on her skin, warm and cleansing. She wished it could abolish everything she'd done to Rafe, everything she'd allowed to happen. He'd been her secret, and she'd betrayed him--and he ended up paying the ultimate price for her stupidity.

  Alana finished her shower and got ready for bed, wondering what Rafe would have in store for her next.

  * * * *

  The remainder of the week passed without incident. Alana began to wonder if that was the end of that, but she wasn't so naïve as to believe he was through with her.

  Much as she didn't feel like going out, she always made a date with herself on Friday nights, going out to eat and to a movie if there was anything good on. She didn't see any sense in changing things--just in case anyone was paying attention--and she refused to let herself be cowed into not doing the things she wanted to do.

  The Bistro was one of the finer restaurants in the city, nestled off of the main drag in the tourist section of town. Gas lamps lined the street on each side, and the night life of the town was just getting started.

  Alana sat at the edge of the courtyard inside, 'people watching' as couples old and young walked down the sidewalks to different clubs and restaurants. She sighed and looked down at her menu, trying to decide what she wanted. It always took her forever to decide, and she usually ended up with the same thing every time anyway. She was ready for something different, and had just made up her mind when the waiter returned to her table.

 

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