Free Claiming Aubrey: The Soldier's Revenge by Lexi Arabella Page B

trophies showed that
he went to the same school as my mom at the same time she did. I
wondered if they had known each other back then.
    Books filled the next few shelves. I browsed
through them, trying to find something I would like. They were
mostly autobiographies, and I came across one about Amelia Earhart
that seemed interesting. I picked it up, ready to head back
downstairs to read it, before noticing that there was a row of
movies on the bottom shelf.
    I didn’t watch many movies or much
television, since Daddy said most of it was mindless trash filled
with sinful, anti-God messages. Once in a while, we went out as a
family to the movies, but my parents always picked Christian flicks
with strong religious themes.
    A few times at my friend Dana’s house, I had
watched romance movies with her. I loved them, even though I knew
I’d get in so much trouble if my daddy found out I was watching
something he hadn’t approved first.
    Bending over, I read the spine of each DVD
case, pulling them out to look at the cover and read the summary on
the back if it seemed promising. Not one of them was any good. They
were all action movies, and I wanted to watch a movie about two
people falling in love and holding hands, not fight scenes and
explosions. Just as I was about to pick up the Amelia Earhart book
and leave with it, I noticed I had skipped over a case that didn’t
have a title on the spine. I pulled it out and saw that there was
no cover or description on the back. It was just a plain black
case.
    Curious, I opened the unmarked case to find a
disc inside. The words Forbidden Desire were printed across
the case in red lettering. It sounded romantic, like the last movie
I watched at Dana’s house- a sweet story called Hidden Love ,
a movie about two teens who fell in love during a war.
    Pulling the disc out of the case, I walked
over to the television in front of Mr. Clark’s bed. I turned it on
and popped the disc in the DVD player before grabbing the remote,
jumping into Mr. Clark’s bed, and pressing play. I settled on my
stomach, propping myself up on my elbows and resting my chin in my
hands, and kicked my legs in the air behind me as the movie
started.
    It didn’t take long for me to realize that Forbidden Desire wasn’t a love story, and it definitely wasn’t the kind of movie God- or my daddy- would
approve of me watching. It started out innocently enough. A girl,
who looked to be around my age, was home alone when the doorbell
rang. She answered the door and let an older man in, who turned out
to be her dad’s best friend. Things quickly turned wicked from
there, but I was so shocked that I couldn’t stop watching as the
depraved scene unfolded before me.
    The man started off by kissing the girl as
soon as he walked in the house. Daddy didn’t allow me to date, but
I had kissed Aaron Parker once in the bushes behind the church. The
way the man was kissing the girl onscreen was nothing like my
fumbling peck with Aaron Parker, though. It was unlike any kiss I
had ever seen. The man crushed his lips against the girl’s, roughly
pawing at her breasts through her shirt as he pushed his tongue
into her mouth.
    I couldn’t imagine being kissed like that,
touched like that, and especially not by someone my daddy’s age.
Grabbing the remote, I placed my thumb over the stop button, but I
couldn’t bring myself to press it. Instead, I watched in disbelief
as the girl responded by sliding her hand down the man’s body and
rubbing him through the crotch of his jeans.
    A shiver ran through me, but I wasn’t cold.
In fact, I was warm and growing even hotter, starting at my cheeks
and spreading all the way down, to places I didn’t even dare think
about.
    “Get on your knees,” the man said gruffly,
pushing the girl down by her shoulders.
    She kneeled before him, and the next thing I
knew, she had unzipped his pants and grabbed his long rod in her
hand. I had never seen one before. It was thick and rigid, the