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Captured By The Dragon

##WARNING This story will contain. Strong sexual content, strong language, dark scenes about human trafficking. ## Fear instantly overcame my senses. I had been trafficked. They’re selling me to shifters. Shifters paid irresistible money to own human girls as sex slaves. ** Everything was shaking all around me as if I was in the back of a moving car. An unpleasant smell that could have woken me from even my darkest dreams filled the air and convinced me that I was wide awake. Fear instantly overcame my senses. Where was I? What was I doing here? Who took me? “Help…” I tried to shout. My torn throat wouldn’t allow it. In my mind, images flashed of barbaric shifters standing outside that door. Big, tall and rough creatures that knew no manners and only wanted to claim things. I’d heard stories since I was old enough to understand that they favored pretty human girls and plucked them off the roads as if they were all free for the taking. ** Patara tried to move back away from the handsome young man, but he held her firm. Squeezing her chin a little harder to keep her in place. His blue-grey, beautiful eyes looked over her every feature as if he wanted to burn the image in his mind. “Would you like me to take you away?” He asked in a husky voice. His words made her skin litter in goosebumps. She couldn’t speak, only nod desperately. “And what do you offer me in exchange for your rescue? Would you like to follow me?” Slowly, she nodded her head and put her hand in his. “Remember your promises,” he said against her ear. She held her breath. “The last person who betrayed me got to see what his insides looked like before I slit his throat.”

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Chapter 70

#Chapter 70 Good to be home

Patara

The door shut us in together and silenced the room entirely. Their conversations and laughter faded down the walkway and soon all I could hear was Dylan and his light breathing. My blood was spiked to the ceiling as my mind replied the night in my old bedroom. The moments when he covered my mouth to keep me from screaming as he moved inside me—just the thought still made me shiver.

When I turned to look at him, he was already out of his seat and his hands were on me. He lifted me slightly so I could reach his lips. He kissed me hurriedly, as if there was no time to waste. His tongue found my own in less than a breath and reminded me who I belonged to.

I gripped onto his shoulders and kissed him back. Our lips colliding sent a new wave of shivers through me. It was a shock of adrenaline that lifted me high up off the ground without ever needing to feel his hands. I didn’t realize how much I had been missing before I met him.