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He is relentless and resorts to giving my skin a slight pinch to get me to open up.

My heart flutters wildly. I want to open my eyes and show him the meaning of a death stare. Though here I am, wanting this just as much as he does.

I hate this.

And if that hardness in his pants is anything to go by, I’d say he’s close to getting his keepers to stop our convoy, telling them to evacuate the car with Sunny until their commander is finished taking his frustrations out on his wife.

If they looked back here, they’d be able to see the ferality in his features—the same look he gives me daily. Most likely, a frazzled side of him they’ve never seen before. The thought makes me smile just as his hand makes contact with my panties. Fuuuck yesssss.

My body turns liquid to his ministrations.

Melek’s broad hand teases up over my underwear, and to my utter needy delight, he slips his hand under the edge of my cotton panties and goes straight for the wetness streaming out of me. Roaming a thick finger up and down my pussy lips, he spreads me. I try my hardest to keep my lips firmly shut, even though a moan is desperate to slip out. Another large finger circles over my clit, my hips jerking. My hand flies to my mouth to stifle any sounds, and I keep it strapped there.

With my eyes closed, I focus on the sensations of two fingers delicately moving to my opening and oh, soooo slowly sliding inside of me.

Damn him.

Damn him.

Damn him.

I stifle another noise trying to escape from my mouth. His fingers pump, hitting that soft bit of wall that lines up perfectly with my clit. The action consumes me. He takes my pleasure with abandon, that part of me belonging wholly to him. And I give it freely. There’s no longer a beginning and ending of us. We just are—like our rings, eternal. My teeth sink into the back of my hand. He adds his thumb to my overly aroused clit, pushing his fingers against it each time he spears them up.

I count down to my imminent explosion in my head. Five… Four… Three… Two… Oh, Melek…

His hand holds me in place from the inside as my walls convulse around him, darkness all I can see.

The commander extracts himself from my pussy, and I take in air for the first time, my eyes suddenly popping open as a squelchy sound lingers in the air, only to find hooded eyes looking at me as he places both of his fingers in his mouth. Like the sweetest of nectars, he licks his fingers clean.

My core quivers at the suggestive manoeuvre. Feet shuffling in his lap, I hit a hard length. Melek is beyond ready to burst. Blowing out all the air in my lungs, I sink all the way into the seat, satisfied and no longer needing to use the bathroom.

On instinct, I want to crawl over him and take what I want. I refrain. Perhaps I will tease him with my feet, make him regret keeping me in this car for so long without a thought to my needs. But my husband, the commander, knew exactly what he was doing, sleep overtaking my every sense. I hate that most of all: how well he truly knows me.

CHAPTER 15

FACTORY ADMISSIONS DON’T COUNT, OR DO THEY?

“Your wife and child can wait within my quarters, Commander.” The factory master comments as I stand next to Melek, clutching Sunny’s hand, the small boy keeping me grounded.

The factory we stand before is a carbon copy of the one I grew up observing and drinking in from afar. The replica washes waves of memories before my eyes. Nix splayed out on an X. His final words. Find me in your heart where we are equals. Mam’s head peaking out of a torn, dirty blanket. Slimy hands holding me back from the one place my heart belonged—with my family.

I gulp down acid. The air more stifling than I remembered.

Imposing metal sheets cover cold, hollow steel beams. The only love in this place is from the humans who work behind the scenes.

Sunny has woken well rested from his nap and is eager to see what strange world he has ended up in. His curious mind is so different from the one I grew into. There was a time I was just like this boy I birthed. Now, all I find are barriers. The traumas I’ve experienced over time are stacking up, making me weak to my own fight. I was once filled with rage. Now, I find it only comes out for my commander.

He is my constant reminder.

He is the one reason I didn’t completely lose that part of myself.

He constantly makes sure I’m reminded of why I need to leave: the children we created.

I squeeze Sunny’s hand a little tighter, remembering Melek’s rule for our son as the grandeur of this place pulls me under.

No wandering off. I also must be within Melek’s line of sight, so inadvertently, that means Sunny will be with both of us at all times. Basically, my husband is a control freak who doesn’t trust me with anyone but himself. To be honest, I also don’t trust anyone, so I can’t fault him.

“No, my wife and son will be going on the tour with us.” His authoritative tone is final. The face of the factory master, a stocky man with a long grey beard, yellowed teeth, and hollowed eyes, visibly sniggers at his commander’s request, disgusted by my very presence.