Free Exquisite Redemption (Iron Horse MC Book 3) by Ann Mayburn

maids were forbidden to open. Just a bare room, four paces by four paces. Smooth walls, concrete floor, a bucket in the corner to pee in, but no escape and no one could hear me scream. Time became distorted in the dark and I desperately clung to Beach, fearful moans escaping me.
    “What’s wrong, Sarah?”
    He removed my clinging hands from his shirt and wrapped them around his neck, repositioning me so I was straddling him. Right away I shoved my face into his throat, feeling his pulse beneath my lips, the scratch of his beard on my face, surrounding myself with the reality of him. I wasn’t alone in here, someone was with me, I wasn’t alone. Not alone.
    “No, mi corazón , not alone,” Beach whispered into my ear. “Breathe with me. In…and out.”
    I tried, but it was so hard to do anything when my anxiety was through the roof like this. My therapist and I had been working on overcoming my phobia, but the mental wounds from my past still had the power to enslave me. In an effort to focus on the here and now, to not feel the phantom thirst and hunger pangs that came from my triggered memories, I rubbed my face against Beach’s neck, the scent of him somehow pulling me out of my nightmares enough to talk.
    “Claustrophobic, bad. And I don’t like the dark.”
    “All right, sweetheart.” He began to stroke my rigid back. “What can I do to help?”
    “Distract me, help get me out of my mind.”
    I’d thought, silly me, he’d talk to me some more, but his distraction was much more effective.
    He seduced me.
    And he didn’t fuck around doing it.
    The words had scarcely left my lips before he jerked my top down with a low growl.
    My nipples were already rock hard, and I willed myself to only focus on him, to give him everything I had.
    Right before his lips wrapped around my right nipple, he whispered, “You must be quiet, mi corazón. ”
    Warm breath washed over my nipple for a brilliant instant before his lips wrapped oh so softly against the tightening nub, the opposite of what I thought he was going to do. My expectations of a rough bite left me unprepared for how intense the soft sucking sensation was, how his beard brushed my breast as he made a low hungry noise. I bit my tongue to keep from moaning at the gentle suck of those soft lips, my hips rubbing a tight circle over his rigid erection. My whole body lit up beneath his touch and I lost myself in the blessed relief of his caress, grateful for any escape from the darkness trying to destroy my sanity.
    As I swiveled my hips with the experience of a former stripper, Beach grasped my ass with both of his big, long-fingered hands and dug in.
    “I want to fuck you so bad,” he growled. “Want to slide into that hot, tight little cunt. You gonna give it to me? Spread out for me pretty and hold those long, long legs open? You gonna show me what’s mine?”
    He could have asked for my soul at that moment and I would have gladly traded it for an orgasm. I was insanely wound up with fear and tension, yet so beyond aroused my legs were shaking with it. The throb of my clit as I rode his jeans-covered cock had me clutching his thick hair tight. That made him hiss and I smiled when his hips rose to meet mine in perfect rhythm. This was beyond amazing and approached “oh fuck I’m in trouble” land really quick.
    “Tell me, Sarah.”
    “I will, I’ll show you what’s yours,” I answered without hesitation.
    I’d never been with a man quite this dominant before, and as I sank deeper into his touch, all I could do was still, then tremble as my orgasm hovered just out of reach. This was because he held me tight to his lap, his thick length throbbing against my pussy. At some point, when we weren’t being kidnapped, I was going to rub myself against his cock until I came all over it. Hell, he was long enough to give me a G-spot orgasm.
    As soon as we escape from this coffin of a room.
    The grind of his hips chased that thought from my mind and my clit