Chapter 4 Episode 4

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CHAPTER 4

When they got back to the hotel she walked over to him, putting her arms around his neck she reached up and kissed him. Her kiss became more demanding, almost urgent. She wanted to have this one last night with him, to feel his touch and to know what it was like to be made love to by a good and decent man. She wanted to remember his kiss, his touch, knowing she would never see him again. "Kyle, make love to me," she said, looking up at him when she broke the kiss.

There was something in the way that she looked at him and in her voice that sounded desperate, her eyes were tearing up. He cupped her face in his hands, rubbing his thumbs over her skin. He then pulled her face up and kissed her, his desire growing he picked her up in his arms and carried her to the bedroom.

Putting her down he turned her around so that he could pull down the zipper on her dress. He took his time as he kissed the back of her neck, sliding the straps of her gown past her shoulders, letting it fall into a pile by her feet. She wore no bra, his hands going around cupped her breasts in his hands as he continued kissing her neck. He felt her arm going up and her hand touching the side of his head as she moaned softly.

Turning her around he lifted her up and laid her down on the bed. She laid there in only her panties, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Shedding his clothes as quickly as he could he gets into bed and on top of her. Hands going on both sides of her face he lowered his lips onto hers, his kiss went deep, claiming her lips in a passionate kiss.

She traced her fingers up and down his back, loving how it felt having his naked body on top of her. Their skin so warm touching was the best feeling she had ever felt, his hand between her legs, rubbing against her pussy had her whole body throbbing. She wanted him inside her, the need was so great she reached down and taking a hold of him put his hard cock inside her.

"Kyle, I need you, take me now."

He didn't need for her to say it, he wanted her as much as she wanted him. Kissing her he began to thrust into her, feeling her heat over his shaft as her walls clamped down around him. Her legs were around him, her arms holding onto him as he started thrusting harder and faster inside her. His muscles flexing, tightening as he rode her until he heard the sweet moans coming from her luscious lips then he too came. Breathing heavy, his heart racing and drops of sweat fell from his forehead he collapsed, his full weight laying on top of her.

Knowing he was about to roll off her she tightens her hold on him, her arms refusing to let him leave. "Don't move off me yet," she said, kissing his shoulder.

He sensed a sadness about her, it felt almost like she was trying to tell him something. It felt like goodbye. Putting his weight on his elbows he looked down at her. "You look so sad, there's no need to be sad, we still have a week together after we get back home."

She moved her hands over his shoulder. "I know, it's just that these past three weeks have been amazing. I've had the best time of my life and I want you to know that I enjoyed every minute with you. I'll never forget you or how tender and kind you treated me." A sob broke free and she looked at his chest, not wanting to look into his eyes. "I hope you don't forget me." "I'll never forget you," he said, lowering his head he kissed her before rolling off and onto his side, pulling her close. "Quit that job, it's not for you. I can give you a job in my hotel or the casino, the pay is good."

She laid her head on his chest. "I'm tired, can we talk later?" she asked, knowing she wouldn't be here when he woke.

"OK, we will continue this conversation tomorrow," he said, closing his eyes. He was determined to get her to quit the site and find a job less degrading, he closed his eyes and went to sleep.

She laid awake, listening to him breathing and the hum from the alarm clock. Earlier she had slipped out from under his arm and watched him, the tears that fell from her eyes made her pillow wet. When she knew he was deeply asleep she moved as quietly as she could and got out of bed. She started dressing into the jeans and top that were laying on the chair next to the bed, keeping her eyes on him to make sure he wasn't waking up.

Slipping into the jacket she walks to the door, stopping to look back at him, the tears falling freely down her face. She knew she had fallen in love with him but she couldn't stay, he didn't love her and there was no way she could go back to America. "I'm so sorry Kyle, goodbye," she said quietly under her breath.

Earlier that day when he had gone out she packed a small bag with just a few clothes and had it hidden under the cabinet in the kitchen. Taking it out and making sure she didn't make any noise went to the front door. His wallet was laying on the small table along with the car keys. Picking up the wallet she opens it and takes out the wad of cash that was there. She left him a note saying she was sorry. Just as she turned the doorknob and the door was opened a crack it was slammed shut, she gasped and looked up at a very angry man.

"You going somewhere?" he asked then saw the money in her hand. "And you're stealing from me."

"Kyle, I'm sorry."

He grabs the money and threw it down where it scattered everywhere. "Why are you sneaking away in the middle of the night and how can you steal from me after everything I've done for you. Well, you're not going anywhere lady."

"Kyle, keep the money, just let me go," she said between sobs.

Seeing her cry and how scared she was his anger went away, he held onto her shoulders. "Kiera, you have to tell me what you are so scared of, who are you running away from?"

She shook her head, refusing to look at him. "I can't tell you. Don't make me go back there, to them."

He shook her, making her look at him. "Let me help you."

"You can't help me, no one can," she said, looking at him.

"Yes I can, but only if you tell me everything." He cupped her face in his hands. "You have to trust me."

"It's a long story," she answered, her body slouching.

"Let's sit down and I'll pour us both a stiff drink." Taking her hand led her over to the sofa, making her sit down. He then went and poured them both a shot of whiskey. Normally he wouldn't give her the hard stuff but he figured she needed something stronger than beer or wine. "Now start from the beginning."

"When my mother died I found myself homeless, living on the streets. At times I stayed in shelters when there was a spot available. I was working as a waitress but lost it because my mother would show up there high, causing a scene, before she died of course. I met this guy, Charlie, he was so nice and he took me to get something to eat. We talked and he offered me a place to stay. Living on the streets was so scary so I thought to stay with him was better and I moved in with him. We soon became close and started having a relationship. It was good for a while until one day he brought another man home, said they wanted to do a threesome. When I refused Charlie kicked me out and I was once again on the streets." She finished her drink and asked for another one. He got up, poured her a drink but watered it down, knowing she wasn't used to hard liquor.

"I had only gotten a few blocks when a dark van pulled up beside me and the side door opened and two men grabbed me and shoved me inside. My hands were tied up, my eyes covered with a blindfold. Something was put over my mouth and the next thing I knew I woke up in a cell, chained to the wall in just my bra and panties."

He felt his body tensing, his hand gripping his glass, he had a feeling where this was going and he didn't like it. "I know this hard, but please, go on."

"There were other women there, girls really, some no older than fifteen. For two days I watched the girls come and go. We were beaten, starved, nothing to keep us warm. I heard stories about how the ones who refused to do what they were told were never seen again. I found out that these men kidnapped girls who had no one looking for them, ones who had no families who would miss them. They sold some of the girls outright, others they put to work in their kitten site."

Kyle ran his hand over his face. "My God, human trafficking. I swear I never for one minute thought this was what it was. I honestly thought it was just a dating site. I knew there could be sex involved but never thought it was forced."

"I saw them kill one young girl right in front of me when she told them to go to hell, that she would never do what they wanted. My third night there I was taken into another room where a man was waiting for me. I thought he was going to rape me but he just wanted to talk. He gave me a choice, either I join the site and do as I was told or they would sell me. I knew they wouldn't kill me because if they did they wouldn't be able to make any money off me."

"So you agreed to do it," he said, feeling bad for her.

"I was scared, I knew what they were capable of doing. They cleaned me up, had my hair and nails done, they waxed me down there and warned me to keep it that way. My picture was taken and put up on the site. I had only been up maybe an hour before you and some others put a bid up, I guess you were the highest. "Lucky for me," she said, looking at him with tears in her eyes.

He went and sat next to her, putting his arms around her.

"I was told to do whatever the client wanted, and if I disappointed you in any way or told you the truth they would kill me and you, the client. So you see I couldn't tell you anything, I took a chance telling you what little I did. When you told me we were coming here I planned on running away, knowing they would never find me here."

He stroked her hair as she cried on his shoulder. "You could have told me. I would have done something to help you, I would have understood."

"Just let me go and when you go back home you can tell them I ran away. Just call them and act like you're furious, I know you can convince them you know nothing."

"People like that are dangerous, they will send someone to find you. It's better you come back with me."

She tore out of his arms. "If I go back they'll come for me and God only knows who they will send me to next. I can't, I can't let another man touch me, not after being with you."

He grabbed her arms. "We still have a week left together when we go back. I promise I'll think of a way to get you out of this situation. I'm not going to let them get their hands on you, you have to trust me, do you?"

Her eyes were red and swollen from crying, she looked at him, taking a deep breath. "Yes, I trust you." She looked him right in the eye. "I trust you with my life." She meant it, her gut told her that if anyone could keep her safe and get her out of this mess it was him.

He gave her a tender kiss. "Let's go to bed and get some sleep. We still have one more day left here so what would you like to do?"

"I just want to stay in," she said, feeling emotionally exhausted.

"Then that's what we'll do, room service and a day in bed."

"Kyle, there is one more thing that I've been keeping from you and you have a right to know. I just hope you'll not be mad.

He pinched the bridge of his nose, worried about what he was going to hear next. "Alright, lay it on me."