Chapter 2: Mine
The pounding in her head is excruciating. Something thick and wet slides down her face with a faint drip to the hard surface below. Her arms feel weighed down, and no matter how hard she tries to move, she can't raise her hand to her face to wipe away the stickiness. "Where am I? "Who am I? "What happened to me that I feel this much pain? Amber asked herself while she groans in pain. With her face pressed to the cold, hard ground, her shallow breath sucks in the earthy smell of dirt; she must be outside. Trying to open her eyes to take in her surroundings becomes another impossible feat. She shivers uncontrollably when a chilled breeze flows over her skin, confirming her outside theory. "Am I on the verge of death? "Am I in Heaven? I can't see the bright light or any light for that matter. "
"Isn't that what everyone waxes poetic about after a near-death experience? She's not really sure that is where she wants to be if the pain she feels comes with that privilege. She felt no peace. All she feels was agony.
The throbbing at her temple dominates every one of her senses, so when she feels the light touch of a calloused hand on her shoulder, electric shock races through her body. Amber is not alone! She didn't even hear the approach of footsteps, but the rumble of a deep voice reaches her ears. Before she had a chance to beg for help, a large hand slips under her neck and one under her knees, lifting her from her hell on the ground. At least she thought that was hell until her bones and muscles, and even her skin protested the movement. She opened her mouth to scream out from the pain, except nothing comes out. When tears slide down her face, She's furious for being so vulnerable. Then she feels nothing.
Troy's cabin is nestled in a thick mass of trees that anyone would miss if they didn't know what to look for. Having a perimeter fence with no trespassing signs usually stops trespassers, although, sometimes a determined hunter gets through. It's the high-tech security system and cameras that prevent anyone from breaching his private domain.
If the person or people who dumped her body decide to come back and claim their victim, they will have a hell of a time finding her.
With some slight maneuvering, he manage to free one hand to punch in the security code, and his door pops open. Slipping inside and kicking the door closed, he carefully move up the stairs to his room. His unconscious bundle doesn't make a sound as Troy lays her on the chaise lounge in the corner. When he stands back to get a better look, Troy is shocked to see that this is no child but a very petite woman. She has several cuts on her face, including a gash at her temple. Her entire body doesn't appear to have a spot unmarred by bruises. She is covered in dirt and blood, which will increase her risk for infection if not cleaned and disinfected.
Rushing to the adjoining bathroom and starting the bath, Troy quickly search for supplies. Unfortunately, he'd never had a woman here, so he only have supplies that he uses. No fruity smelling soaps or lotions, just Suave shampoo and soap will have to do. He quickly moved into the bedroom to gather the small woman into his arms, hoping she remains unconscious through what Troy will have to do. If the damage to her body is any indication of how much pain she will be in while he cleans and doctors her wounds, she will want to be oblivious. She whimpers with the slight movement, but when he look down, he see that she is still out cold. Troy carries Amber into the bathroom, kneel down on one knee by the tub and rest her small body on his leg. Undressing her from her remaining shredded tank top and cotton shorts, only to realize there is nothing on underneath, sends his pulse into overdrive. Troy cursed his good and his bad luck at the same time while slowly lowering her into the warm water.
A small sigh escapes Amber's lips; however, she remains unaware. Washing away the grime from her body is the worst torture Troy could've put himself through. He felt depraved as he notice her creamy skin under the cuts and bruises that mar her body. She is a temptation he didn't need. Her breasts are high and firm, and the absence of hair between her thighs does nothing to calm his raging hormones. Cursing himself ten times to Sunday, Troy finished cleaning her long, dark hair and lift her out of the tub. As gently as possible, He carries her into the bedroom and lay her on some towels to wrap her up. Pulling back the covers, he shift her body to the center and covers her with the comforter, tucking the thick blanket around her small frame. It doesn't escape his attention that now she smells like him, and that just feels right. He needs to get his hormones in check because the last thing she needs is to wake up to a strange man drooling all over her.
Excruciating pain in Amber's ribs jerks her awake as calloused hands scoops her up again. Too afraid to open her eyes, and not entirely sure she could, Amber let oblivion claim her once more. She dreamed of warm water and soft caresses that lap over her tired, sore body. A picture flashes in her mind of a white sandy beach stretching out behind a beautiful cottage. The beach and its warmth sinking into her bones reminds her of basking in the sun and the heat that comes with it. Where it is? I don't know or can't remember, but all too soon the warmth is gone, and she wants to cry out for more. She can't seem to make any sound come out of her mouth to ask for anything. "When will this pain end? "What have I done to deserve this kind of fate?
Running a disinfectant-soaked cotton ball over all the scratches covering her body leaves very little untouched. Even marred by cuts and bruises, it's still the softest skin Troy had ever touched. As his fingers glide the cotton over the bottom of her breasts, he choked back a groan. His mouth waters with a craving to run his tongue all over her berry-colored nipples. "What the hell is wrong with me? Troy asked himself several times. This vulnerable woman is under his care, and all he could think about is molesting her while she sleeps?. A vision of sliding his hand between her thighs while she begs him for more has his cock rising to the occasion. "I truly must be demented and must have lost my mind. Troy mumbles to himself . After covering the worst cuts with gauze and medical tape, he slips one of his t-shirts gently over her body. Seeing her in his clothes does something indescribable to him; some age-old primitive reaction he'd never felt for any other woman on the planet. "Mine," whispers from his lips, but he has no idea where that came from. Needing to clear his mind away from this woman, he covers her back up with the bedding and quietly moved to the door. Taking one last look, Troy turns off the overhead light, leaving only the soft glow from the bedside lamp and stepped out.
Hoping that fresh air will clear his head, Troy heads outside to his bike to grab the supplies he'd picked up from the little store twenty miles back and moved to the deck. Popping open a beer, he relaxed back into the built-in swing and closed his eyes. His thoughts race to what he should do next. Should he take her to the hospital or contact the police? His gut instinct screams no!. It seems too suspicious that she ended up on his road in the middle of the mountains. What if whoever dumped her there comes back with intentions to finish the job? If they come back only to find her missing, will they search hospitals and police stations to reclaim their victim? There are so many different scenarios playing out in his head that he decided to wait until she can tell him herself.
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