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food.”
    “What do you want?” I asked with trepidation, feeling my stomach growl.
    He smiled. “I want to see those beautiful lips around me again. This time with enthusiasm.”
    Please don’t make me do that again. “I don’t— I never…” I stared at the ground.
    “You’ve never sucked cock before today?” He snorted, walking around the bed and coming to stand in front of me. “I hardly believe that.”
    I glanced up to see his pants bulging in front of my face and looked back down.
    “Why would any of your boyfriends not beg you to have that mouth around their dick?” He slid his hand into my hair and grabbed a fistful of hair and stepped closer. “Suck me,” he ordered in a husky voice.
    I looked up at him, eyes wide, and he flinched slightly and then frowned.
    “If you don’t open your mouth, I will remove your clothes and take you up to the living room and let every man on this yacht have his way with you, however he wants.
    “We’re on a yacht?”
    Dark-Eyed Man nodded. “And they’ve all seen you and they all want to fuck you. I’m keeping you down here to keep you safe, but I expect a little courtesy in return.”
    I shook my head and tried to back away. “Please, don’t make me,” I whispered.
    “You’re trying my patience,” he growled. “Mouth or pussy. You decide. Or ass. I’ll take your ass, too.”
    My lower jaw trembled and tears spilled down my cheeks.
    “It’s just a fucking blowjob, Kyra. It’s not that big a deal. You’ve done it once already. You’re getting off easy with me. Nathan would be done with you by now.”
    “Who’s Nathan?”
    “My boss. The one who’s asked for you and Jason.”
    “Oh.”
    Dark-Eyed Man grabbed my chin and studied my eyes. His eyes widened slightly and then he frowned. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” he asked, looking bewildered, lacing his fingers on top of his head.
    I stared at him. So many things.
    Letting out a loud growl, he strode to the window, staring outside. He took several deep breaths and then turned back around, calmer. “You’ve never given a blowjob before today?”
    I shook my head.
    “Your boyfriends never asked you to?”
    “What boyfriends?”
    He snorted. “Right. Lying won‘t help you.”
    “I’m not lying. Jason’s my first boyfriend.”
    “How old are you?”
    “Twenty-two.”
    “And he’s your first boyfriend? How is that even possible?”
    “Why does that surprise you?” I blinked back tears of shame. Why did he keep making fun of me?
    “What do you do when you want to have sex?”
    My cheeks reddened.
    “Do you do the anonymous thing? Meet a guy online? Meet him someplace and fuck him? I never pegged you for that type of woman.”
    I shook my head and twisted my fingers together.
    He was quiet and studied me for a long minute. “Kyra, have you ever had sex before?”
    I looked away and bit my lip. Would he dump me off the boat if he knew?
    “Kyra.” His voice was deep and commanding, and I looked up at him and shook my head. Leaning back against the wall, he crossed his arms over his chest. “Why not?”
    I shrugged. “So many reasons…”
    “Any physical reasons?”
    I snorted. “Just my looks.”
    “What’s wrong with your looks?”
    I stared at the ground and didn’t answer.
    “Were you ever sexually abused?”
    I shook my head.
    “Kyra, look at me.”
    I did.
    “When we get to Panama, Nathan is going to take you to his room and fuck you. You won’t stop him.” He pushed away from the wall and arched his brow. “You don’t want him taking your virginity.” He walked across the room to the door and opened it.
    “Why do you say that?”
    Dark-Eyed Man turned back around to look at me. “Because he’s not going to be patient or gentle with you.” He left, returned with a plate of steak and vegetables, and told me to eat. When I finished, he pulled a syringe from his pocket and knocked me out again.

    “Kyra.” A gentle hand brushed my cheek. The voice sounded