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Rueben is in bed pouting while Ansel and Olivia are making out. I was never into watching others fuck, but there is something about how Ansel is touching a very skittish Olivia. When he opens her shirt, her boobs coming into view, I get hard. Probably because it’s been weeks since we last f u c k e d a woman. Porn, lube, and a fleshlight don’t even come close to the real thing.
I zoom in on Olivia’s boobs. I have seen them before, but it was after Tyson and Rueben took her to the shed, and her nipples were all red and puffy. They looked bad. But now, her boobs look like a piece of art.
It’s been a while since I emptied my balls, and I unzip my pants, grab my dic k and watch Ansel playing with Olivia’s boobs. I groan because Ansel looks like he is enjoying himself so much, while Olivia could care less, looking out the window, her eyes shining for a moment. I get even harder. The entire thing is so f u c k i n g s e x y that I erupt in thirty seconds or less.
I take a moment to process what the f u c k just happened before I grab the tissue box and clean myself. As soon as Maddox sends us Olivia’s blood test result, I am going to have her do some random shit while I f u c k her. Is this even a thing? F u c k i n g a woman while she does chores or reads?
Who cares? I will f u c k her the way I want when I want. In the end, that’s why we brought her to the farm-to take care of our needs. To record while we f u c k her. I could do that, put my phone in a tripod and then have her suck my dic k until I give her my load.
Go d, the lack of sex is affecting my brain.
I am contemplating f u c k i n g Olivia.
But then again… what’s wrong with that?
Whatever bad blood is between Rueben and Olivia is not my problem. She is a f u c king se x slave, so she should have no problem with me f u c k i n g her.
After cleaning myself, I keep an eye on my phone in case Ansel and Olivia take things further. To my disappointment, they go to the kitchen. Maybe he will f u c k her while she makes him a sandwich? That doesn’t happen either. When Ansel leaves the house, I feel disappointed. I will definitely keep an eye on the two of them.
I close the app and look in the glove compartment to see if I have any condoms left. Safety first.
When I find an unopened pack that I purchased two months ago, I realize how long it has been since I fucked a
woman.
I resume driving, eager to get home while I think of all the advantages of having a woman on the farm.
It takes me a few minutes to reach the main gate. I get out, my as s freezing almost instantly because of the cold. We should get an automated gate. I add it to my endless mental list while I go to unlock the gate. The sound of a gun being fired comes from the guest house, and my training as a mercenary takes over.
I run across the yard, pulling out the pistol I always carry with me. Ansel comes out of the main house with a shotgun. in his hands, and we head to the guest house. We have been in this kind of situation before, and we already know what
to do without talking.
A second shot follows.
Ansel goes in first while I cover his back.
A man is standing in the middle of the living room holding a pistol against Olivia’s temple. His other arm is around her neck. Using a woman as a shield. Coward. Rueben is lying on the floor, and I can’t tell if he is dead or alive.
“I only want the bitc h,” the man says.
Olivia is quiet, her pale face revealing no emotions. She isn’t even trying to fight him.
Ansel points the shotgun at the man. Out of all of us, Ansel is the best shooter. He even trained as a snipper. Not that it is necessary since Rueben gets up from the floor. From the blood stains on his t-shirt, he was shot once in the left arm. Thank f**k.
“You can’t have her,” Ansel says.
The man says. “I will f u c k i n g kill her.”
“If you wanted her dead, you would have killed her by now.”
Rueben takes out the knife he always carries with him and, when he is behind the man, puts the tip against his neck.
“You might pull that trigger, but the moment you do, I will cut open your neck,” Rueben snarls. The man freezes. “I suggest you let go of her before my other blood-brothers get here.”
“Roy, please,” Olivia whimpers.
“Shut up, stupid bitc h!” this Roy fella snaps at her. “This is all your fault. All you had to do is tell where you hid it!”
Olivia presses her lips in a thin line.
Rueben pushes the knife into Roy’s neck. “You have five seconds to let go of her or else I will skin you alive.”
What might sound like empty threats is an actual promise. Rueben has done this more than once. If I close my eyes, I
can still hear the screams of the Dukes that Rueben tortured.
“Even if you kill me, Jason won’t stop until he learns where-”
Roy never finishes as Olivia grabs the arm he has around her neck and bites him so hard he screams before hitting her with the pistol in the face, Olivia keeps biting him. Roy is about to hit Olivia again when Rueben drives his knife right into Roy’s right shoulder. With a loud scream, Roy lets go of the pistol.
Ansel jumps in, yanking Olivia away from Roy and Rueben and shoves her in my direction. She is shaking badly and after I disarm my gun and put it back in the holster, I lead her to her room, my hand on her lower back.
“You are safe now,” I try to calm her down.
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She is quiet and doesn’t protest when I have her be in bed.
Shouting comes from the living room but I try to focus on Olivia, who looks like she is in shock.
“Are you hurt?” I ask her.
She doesn’t reply, her stare lost in space. I speak to her but it is like she isn’t hearing me. I stand by the door, giving her space, but also letting her know I am here in case she needs me.
A few minutes later, Jasper and Tyson burst into the room.
“Little Love,” Jasper says as he rushes to pick up Olivia in his arms. She starts crying, and Jasper cradles her to his chest, sits on the bed with her, and murmurs something into her car.
“Was she shot?” Tyson asks me.
“Not from what I can tell.” Tyson quirks an eyebrow. “She was in shock and I didn’t think a check-up would help. What about the Duke?”
“Ansel and Rueben took him to the shed. You might want to see Rueben’s arm and neck.”
I nod. “I will go there after I check to see if how badly Olivia is hurt. She received a pretty nasty blow to her face.”
Tyson’s eyes flash red. “Who hit her?”
I narrow my eyes. “Are you for real?”
“Who. Hit. Her?” he snarls.
“The Duke.”
A promise of pain reflects in his eyes, his lips curling in a cruel grin. “No one touches our woman except us,” he says
before storming off.
I blink, trying to understand what the f**k that was, but it will have to wait as there is a lot of shit I need to take care
of.
“I will go grab my medical supplies,” I let Jasper know and jog to the main house while I keep an eye on the surroundings, not wanting to be taken by surprise.
Minutes later, I return to Olivia and Jasper’s room and put my bag on the nightstand. Olivia is no longer crying and Jasper is rubbing her back.
“Little Love, let’s get you undressed so Mose can check your wounds.”
I know he is referring to all her wounds, not only the one on her face.
While Jasper is helping Olivia take off her shirt, I open the bag and take out a pair of latex gloves.
“What the hell happened to your arm and fingers?” Jasper asks and Olivia whimpers.
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I turn my head in her direction. Her right arm is covered in a bandage soaked in blood.
“It was an accident,” she mumbles before burying her face into Jasper’s neck.
“How about you tell us what happened while I take a look at it, I suggest as I start undoing the bandage.
Olivia nods and proceeds to tell us what happened when she tried to make breakfast for Ruchen, but when the bandage is off, Jasper glances at me, and it is obvious he thinks the same as me-it wasn’t an accident. We don’t say anything because it is not the time, but for sure, Jasper won’t let this slide.
“You need stitches,” I say.
“Ansel said the same,” Olivia comments.
While I prepare what I need, I say, “Before or after he played with your tits?”
Without skipping a beat, Olivia replies, “Before.”
Jasper looks that Ansel got to fondling with Olivia first.
1 prepare a local anesthetic, clean her arm, and then stitch her the best I can. Even if cooking is my passion, I can’t deny I like medical-related stuff. I try to keep up with new discoveries and even ask Maddox’s advice when unsure
about what I’m doing.
Olivia stays still until I am done. Then I take a look at her face. Her right cheek is red and is quickly swelling. “How badly does it hurt?” Olivia shrugs as I apply some ointment. “Unfortunately, it will bruise,” I let her know.
“One more for the collection,” she says.
Not understating what she means, I change the bandaids on her fingers before I listen to her lungs. They don’t sound like I would like them to. “Have you been taking your medicine?”
Not looking at me, she says, “Yes.”
Why do I have the impression she is not being truthful? “Good.”
I put everything in the bag. “Get some rest,” I recommend her.
“I don’t think I can sleep,” she says.
“How about I prepare a hot bath for you?” Jasper asks and she shrugs.
“Don’t get your bandage wet,” I say. I am about to leave the room when my phone buzzes in my pocket, and I pull it out and quickly read the text message. “It’s from Maddox. He sent me Olivia’s blood results. She is clean. Now, we only need to make sure we won’t get her pregnant.”
“I can’t have children,” Olivia says, and I look at her. “My tubes were removed.”
Without thinking, I say, “You can still get pregnant via artificial insemination.”
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Jasper lights up like a f u c k i n g Christmas tree. “She can?”
“As long as a woman has a u terus, technically, she can get pregnant.”
“Good Go d, what a fool I have been.” Jasper laughs before kissing Olivia. “Hear that, Little Love? You can be a m a m a,
after all.”
What the f u c k is going on here?