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when he unzipped his pants, and pulled them down his legs, and the next thing she felt was his hard cock poking against her buttocks, before sliding through her slit and entering her hard and deep, with a single shove.
    She let out a muffled cry, feeling him stretching her, making way for him, assailing all in its way, deep inside her.
    Gripping her hips, he started pounding her in and out, interspersing fast, hard thrusts with slower ones, driving her crazy. Then he leaned over her, and his hands pushed aside her bra and captured her nipples, clamping them hard, pinching and twisting them, making her sob and gasp in a vain fight to keep her emotions under control.
    "Oh, yes, I knew you would be all fire…" he groaned, quickening his pace, going deeper inside her, his hands now anchored to her breasts, kneading and squeezing hard.
    "Please…" the plea was unstoppable as she felt her self control escaping her, and rushes of pleasure rip through her whole body.
    His groans became hoarser and she felt him swell up inside her letting her know he too was close.
    He pulled back, releasing her breasts, grabbing her hands instead, riding her even faster, driving his cock endless times inside her, dragging her with him into the wildest orgasm she had ever felt in her life.
    She collapsed over the bed, and he collapsed next to her, and for a few minutes the only sound in the room came from their labored breaths. 

 
    Chapter Eight
    He jumped out of bed, took off his pants, untied her hands and pulled her out of bed as well, guiding her towards the bathroom. There, he helped her out of her bra and made her enter the shower stall, entering after her. He pushed a few buttons and soon they were sprayed with warm water.
    She just stood there, under the stream. She was still in shock. She couldn’t believe she had fallen under his spell in such a way.
    He closed the distance between them and cradled her face with his hands, claiming her mouth with a passionate kiss, robbing her breath once more, igniting the ashes of the passion that had burned between them just minutes ago. "You're mine…" he whispered, when he finally released her.
    She closed her eyes, and shook her head. "Never… never…"
    He let out a dry laugh, and started to bathe her, as if she was a baby, and washing himself after that.
    He dried them and took her back to his dressing room, never letting her out his grip.
    He looked in a drawer and gave her a big t-shirt. "Wear this. I'll get you some clothes tomorrow." He put on some shorts and another t-shirt.
    She considered refusing, but it would be worse wandering around naked, so she put it on in silence. It was a man’s t-shirt, and it covered her up to her mid thighs. "Let's get you back to your cell. I have no intention to pursue you around the property today." He said, grabbing her by her arm and dragging her back to the small cell Wilson had put her on.
    When they were passing through the main hall, a cuckoo clock sounded somewhere in the house announcing the time. It was four o'clock in the afternoon. Her next thought went to her mother. Mara probably had warned her of Ashley's disappearance and she probably was starting to feel desperate with it.
    Without thinking it through, she let out a plea. "Please, my mother… I need to let her know I'm alright."
    He stopped immediately. "She will be notified that you passed away in a tragic accident in just a few hours." He said, as cold as ice, turning to look at her. 
    Ashley felt her heart skip a beat, and her breath got caught in her throat. "That's all I have left of life?" she finally managed to say, her hand grasping her neck, in a desperate attempt to ease down the terrible knot she felt in her throat.
    "No… I'm not ready to discard you, just yet. But there's no use keeping your family worried, by not knowing what happened to you. Death is closure." He answered, his tone cold, lifeless, as if he was talking of a meaningless thing.
    "Please… don’t do that."