How did she trust a liar?

“Get it done,” Beck yelled down, staring down in the hole along with Geary and Rob.

Slatter looked up. “That’s why you don’t please women, Beck. You don’t take your time with them, make them want you, make them crave you, make them moan and scream out your name in pleasure.”

“I’ve heard you grunting and groaning with plenty of women, but I’ve never heard a woman moan or scream out your name,” Geary said to Beck and got a punch in the face for it.

Slatter returned his attention to Willow. He placed his hand at the back of her neck and brought his mouth close to hers. The men looking down would assume he was kissing her.

“I’m going to make it look like I’m poking you. I’ll let you know how to respond. You’ll be freed with me and I’ll see you get home safely to your family.”

“I hope you aren’t lying,” she whispered near his lips.

“Trust me,” he said again and began yanking up her garments.

What choice did she have? At least, if she was freed with him, she’d have a chance to escape should it prove necessary. Whereas, she had no idea what her fate would be with Beck, though she feared it wouldn’t be very pleasant.

He was naked again and when he pressed her to him, she felt his flaccid manhood rest against her, then he began to move against her. His mouth went to her neck near her ear and while it appeared he was kissing her, he spoke in whispers, his warm breath tickling her skin.

“Don’t move yet,” he murmured and continued rubbing against her.

She felt him grow aroused, but then she supposed it couldn’t be helped. He had told her he’d been too long without a woman. And she was not ignorant of the act of coupling, her mum having explained it in detail to all three of her daughters. She simply needed to keep reminding herself that this was only pretend. It was also the cost of freedom and safe passage home.

“Moan softly,” he whispered.

She had no problem doing that, since his breath sent pleasurable tingles along her neck.

“Good, now move against me, slowly,” he murmured, and she did.

Willow shut her eyes and ignored the stirrings that began to build and spread in her. It was a natural reaction and one she could control since she had no desire to couple with Slatter. Though, she had wondered how it would feel to know a man.

He pressed harder against her and when his manhood rubbed in a particular spot, she was so caught off guard that she moaned loudly without being told. And, Lord, help her when he continued to rub against her, hastening his movements. It felt heavenly and she found herself matching his movements and moaning without thought.

“Scream when I tell you,” he whispered.

Everything seemed to fade around her as a powerful sensation took hold of her and began to build, growing stronger, reaching for something, stretching, needing it, wanting it…