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  “Anne—”

  “It’s all right, let’s just go home,” she heard herself say as if from a distance, over the rushing of her blood in her ears. God bless Jake, he did not understand but he went with her anyway, loading her into the carriage. The two of them climbed in behind her and they took off down the street.

  They arrived back at their opulent townhouse and Anne was immediately exhausted upon seeing it. She was not interested in eating or anything she just wanted to sleep. Luckily, it was almost ten, early for city hours but not ridiculous when one is tired. “Could we just go to bed?” she asked, immediately feeling foolish for assuming they did not already have plans for the evening.

  “Of course, I have a suite prepared for you if you would like to change and go to sleep, it has been a long week for us as well. “ Jake confided, making Anne feel instantly guilty for putting them out and disappearing on them. She went up to her suite and changed before coming back into the hallway to say her goodnights. She was surprised to see them standing and waiting for her. “Well goodnight,” she said as she approached them down the hall. Both of their eyes darkened in arousal causing Anne to stop and clench her thighs at the sudden renewal of those carnal feelings.

  “Goodnight,” Ralph said, standing there looking at her with lust in his entire body.

  “Do you need anything, my dear,” Jake said, moving towards her.

  “No I’m fine,” she said, turning to head back to her room.

  Chapter Seven

  Suddenly Anne stopped in the hallway, not wanting to be alone.” Can we sleep in the same bed? Would that be okay or would you only want to…?” She hung her head as she thought about her question, of course they would only want to sleep with her in their relentless pursuit of pleasure. What other reason was there to stay in the same bed?

  “Of course you can stay with us, my dear, I would not want to sleep alone after such an ordeal either,” Jake said, moving toward her with all the sinewy grace of a mountain cat.

  “Yes, we would not leave you alone sweetheart, we can all sleep in Jake’s room,” Ralph suggested ushering them both down the hall.

  They entered His Grace’s room and immediately climbed into the bed, Anne sandwiched in between them. They were both hard, their members pressed against her thighs as they all lay entangled in the center of the bed. Suddenly too hot Ann slid up her nightgown and pulled it over her head. After a moment’s pause the boys did the same until they were all naked in bed together. Their gazes moved adoringly from her face to her breasts. Their hands, their hands delivered pure ecstasy as they caressed her body, something Anne did not think would happen again for her. Her hips lifted involuntarily and Jake’s eyes darkened in pure arousal.

  “Beautiful,” he said. “Absolutely, perfect.”

  His praise filled Anne with pride, as his eyes adored her. She wanted to please them both always. It was gratifying to feel beautiful even with the scars and bruises on her face.

  Please keep me she repeated repeatedly as he ran his eyes over her practically devouring with his eyes instead of his mouth. His gaze flicked up to Anne’s breasts and his breath caught before he leaned forward and began sucking hungrily on first one then the other. Ralph disappeared beneath the covers ran his nose along her apex causing her to cry out in ecstasy. He waited until Anne trembled with need before licking from nub to anus and back again, taking her nub into his mouth, and sucking it in time with Jake who was still at her breast. At that moment, Anne knew she could do this. She was not afraid of sex and she planned to prove that to herself. Tonight. Grabbing hold of Jake’s head, she gently guided him up to her mouth and mingled with him in a fiery kiss that only helped ignite the fire in her core Ralph stoked. They kissed for a long time, Jake kneading her breasts in turn while Ralph paid homage to her center. Suddenly Jake moved to straddle her chest.

  “I love your breasts,” Jake said, mostly to himself. Anne was lost for a moment unsure where this was going. He was too far away for her to take him into her mouth. What did he want her to do? Then he took hold of her breasts, which were spilling out, on either side of her. He brought them together, his thumbs grazing her nipples.

  “I am going to fuck these breasts if that is okay Anne?”

  “Sure,” she said, slightly puzzled as to how that was going to work.

  Jake beamed at the prospect and grabbed one of her hands “Here, hold your breasts like this, okay?”

  She did as he told her, pressing her breasts together while he ran his hand up and down the length of his shaft.

  “Your big breasts are perfect for this.”

  She was about to ask what he was talking about when he pressed his penis between her breasts. She knew what he was doing now; she had created a tunnel like her womanly center for him to cram his cock. The stimulation felt wonderful!

  “Do you like that, Anne.”

  “Mmmh,” she said letting her head roll back, “I have never heard of someone doing this before.” Then again she had never spent time with women as well endowed as she was, a definite benefit to her size that she had never thought of before.

  Jake laughed while he continued to fuck her breasts. He took over holding them and squished them together even harder. He spat on her cleavage for more lubrication and picked up the pace fucking her breasts with long strokes that almost hit her chin. Anne was just thinking about trying to lick him as his cock came close when suddenly a warm dick impaled her in her soaked and engorged center. They moved together in tandem Jake at her breast and Ralph in her passage.

  Suddenly she exploded in the largest orgasm of her life (not that there were many before these two). It was not over yet as Anne came down from her high Jake let out a shudder, jerking more erratically and pinching her nipples before cumming himself all over her face. She licked up what fell near her mouth and Jake lunged for a neck cloth to soak up the rest. That was exhilarating by itself but she was not done yet. Ralph lifted her hips by her bottom as he continued to pound into her before pressing a finger to her nub and massaging it. He pushed faster and harder, pushing Anne to higher peaks than she had ever reached, until she was almost afraid of the orgasm to come. Her back bowed as she went into her release, her entire body tingling in ecstasy, as Ralph pumped twice more before filling her. The two men, now spent laid down on either side of her as she came down off the high of her life, knowing that certainly was not going to be the last one, and probably also not the best one. She was so glad she had come to the best friends when she did. The Duke of Kelfield and Lord Ashford were not just her protectors, they were her family in the way that matters, and they stood by her when she needed someone. Something she had never had before. As the three of them drifted of to sleep, she sang her favorite. An aria. Never before had she felt so safe, so beautiful, and so loved.

  The End

  Second Chance Romance

  Bearing His Baby

  Shifter Romance

  Chapter One

  Angel stared into the mirror, seeing a reflection far different to the one she’d had a year ago. Her nose was straight now, leaner, the bumps and crookedness gone. Her cheekbones were the same as before but without the scars that had covered them previously. Turning her face to the left, she saw her honey brown eyes surrounded by smooth skin, not the scar tissue that used to be there. Thinking back to a year ago, she remembered how the slightest touch would send an ache deep into the broken bones under her skin. Her jaw had been so broken that her face was misshapen. She could remember the blood, the pain, and the bruising that took months to go away.

  That was all gone now thanks to a charity for battered people operating out of New England called ROSE. An organization dedicated to helping people, who were victims of domestic violence, regain their self-esteem by repairing cosmetic damage to their bodies, even going so far as to repair dental injuries for these battered people. ROSE had paid for all of her surgeries and the therapy she’d needed after her husband, Michael, tried to kill her. He’d almost succeeded too
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  Angel looked in the mirror, losing focus on her eyes as her brain replayed that night in her mind. She had married Michael when she was nineteen, and totally oblivious to the ways of the world. He’d virtually kept her a prisoner, only allowing her to leave their home if he went with her. She wasn’t allowed visitors and he never brought anyone home with him. Angel wasn’t even allowed to see her father, a widower who was in frail health.

  A year into their marriage the abuse had begun, first with just a slap when she broke his favorite coffee mug, then escalating to full on assaults that saw her knocked to the floor and kicked until she screamed piteously. He broke her ribs after he found out she was pregnant. She wasn’t pregnant long around Michael. He’d kicked her until she lost both of the babies that she’d conceived.

  That final night, Michael snapped when he found out that instead of being left millions in her father’s will, Angel was only left a few hundred thousand dollars unless she divorced him. If she divorced Michael she’d get all of the money, otherwise it was going to a shelter for battered women. Michael had accused her of conspiring with her father to humiliate him, whom she hadn’t spoken to since her wedding day nine years ago. He told her that the only reason he’d married her was because of the money, that he’d always had a mistress who had his children, and that he was only waiting for the money so he could get rid of her. His verbal humiliation included telling her how useless she was, how she wasn’t any good in bed, how she disgusted him because she’d become overweight and ugly over time. Then he’d picked up the forks they’d received as wedding presents off of the kitchen table, and held her down as he used them to shred her face.

  In anger, fueled by his violence against her, Michael had beaten her until every bone in her face was shattered, and both of her arms were broken in several places. Despite Angel’s obvious need for medical care, Michael left her to visit his mistress, telling Angel that if she had any kind of decency in her she’d die before he got back so he wouldn’t have to live with her anymore. He then left her in their home, deep in the woods of Maine, to die on her own.

  Choking up blood, beyond feeling anything but pain and a desperate will to live, Angel waited for Michael to leave, waited until she couldn’t hear his truck on the gravel of their long driveway anymore. Then she slipped on her shoes, prized the door open with numb fingers, and walked out of the house and into town. She walked until someone in the street shouted when they saw Angel’s appearance. She then collapsed, waking up two weeks later in a hospital bed, covered in bandages and plaster casts.

  Angel asked for a mirror when the nurse came in to change her bandages and wept as she saw her face bloody and bruised, covered in stitches and looking misshapen. A guard stood at her door, but no visitors came. Michael was in jail; apparently she’d told the doctors that treated her when she was admitted into hospital that Michael was the one who’d assaulted her. Angel didn’t remember anything but the beating, the words Michael spoke, and every single thing he’d done to her. She remembered it every single day of her life now.

  Angel was learning to deal with it though. The newly smooth texture of her face no longer revealed the horrific scarring or damaged bones that it once had. She had a new face now, and it was much better than the one she’d had. The doctors had had to reshape her nose, jaw, and cheekbones, but the effect was attractive and not as horrifying as she thought it might be. Her old appearance; a tangled web of scars, had frightened small children and even adults. Now, now she could go out in public again without being stared at. Soon, she would be leaving the complex network of safe houses and secured buildings that she’d lived in for the last year.

  She’d asked her father’s lawyer to donate the bulk of the money that she wasn’t going to receive to ROSE, or a similar nonprofit organization. Michael refused to sign the divorce papers, so she wasn’t going to get the money but she hoped she could at least influence how it was used, in that small way. The organization had kept her safe, had helped her to heal, and now Michael was in jail. She was safe but she still wasn’t prepared to return to her home. She was taking her money and heading to Mexico, far away from Michael. She knew how the justice system in America worked; he was probably out of jail already, despite being imprisoned for five years for what he’d done to her. And he’d be coming for vengeance, if the letters he sent to the house via his mistress were any indication.

  Angel put the mirror away, gathered up the few bags she had, and walked out of the room that had been her home for the last three months. She’d moved every few months, following doctors and hospitals to reclaim some of her dignity. She’d done that, and now she was going to live her life without the fear of her face making life harder. Now if she could just erase the emotional and mental scars Michael left her with, her life might be perfect.

  A year later, Angel found herself emerging from the pool at her apartment, brushing her honey brown hair out of her eyes. Her hair tended to float around her head as she swam because it only came to her chin, which she thought must make a funny picture, but the heat of Mexico demanded that she either suffer with long hair or cut it. She’d lasted three months before she took a pair of scissors to it herself and cut it all off.

  Looking around the complex in the moonlight, she couldn’t believe how unbelievably content she was. She’d come to Mexico and found an apartment for rent that was really just one big house turned into apartments. Angel still hadn’t seen anyone else in the other apartments, and that was just fine with her.

  Her bad memories were starting to fade as well now. She wasn’t tormented nightly with the night terrors that left her as immobile as she’d been that last night with Michael, terrified to even make a sound in case it set off even more violence. Feeling too petrified to even fend off his attack, as the brutality of it increased. Her dreams were returning to a semblance of normalcy now, and she spent more time asleep at night, rather than showering to remove the sheen of sweat and fear from her body, while wishing the nightmares would wash away as easily as the sweat did. She’d even stopped thinking about suicide now; the will to live once sapped by the depression she suffered during the course of healing, surgeries, and worst of all; the night terrors that replayed the violence nightly. That depression was slowly fading now, replaced with the optimism and will to live that had gotten Angel this far.

  Angel was losing weight now, becoming fit from her swimming and bike rides into the nearest town for supplies. She was busy painting artworks of the desert area she now lived in. Her therapy was starting to work, and the self-defense classes she’d taken gave her more confidence. She still wasn’t sure she could fend off Michael in psychotic rage mode, but she had more confidence she could get away from him at least. Being small and delicate had its disadvantages, but it also meant she could be wily when cornered.

  Walking out of the pool, Angel wrapped her small frame with a towel that almost swallowed her. She was only one inch off five feet tall; towels could serve as blankets for her. Brushing aside thoughts of Michael, she looked around when she heard a noise. She didn’t have her contacts in because she was swimming, but she could see someone moving boxes into the other apartment next to hers. Curious but not wanting to disturb the new neighbor as they were moving in, she crept behind one of the trees that surrounded the pool. Squinting, she watched as a man moved a box from a truck, stepping under the porch light before stepping into the apartment.

  Angel’s breath caught in her chest, her heart pounding as her body prepared to flee in response to her fear. She couldn’t see the man well but he looked just like Michael! Oh, please, don’t let him be here now! Angel couldn’t think after seeing the man go into the apartment, she just ran into her own apartment, locking the door as the man shouted a hello to the sound of locks clicking.

  Angel turned to the door, falling against it, as her reaction to the adrenaline rushing through her system left her limp and too weak to stand straight up. She was shaking, panicking, and wondering if she should call the police.
There really wasn’t a police department in this part of Mexico that she could call, and she hadn’t really learned enough Spanish yet to make it worth her time to call them.

  “Alright,” she said to herself, “calm down Angel. Maybe it’s not Michael. It could be anybody; lots of men have dark hair, and are that tall. Loads of men wear jeans and tshirts. Loads of them. Come on, now, calm down.” She stepped away from the door, peering out from behind her curtain but unable to see anything. Apparently the man had finished unloading the truck and had turned off the porch light. She wasn’t going to get another glimpse of him tonight, it seemed.