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LILY
The other men laughed. “She’s getting away, Pike. Think she can outrun you?”
Jack slid from his horse and stalked in my direction, his eyes dark and predatory, his scruffy jaw clenched. He was going to do it. He was going to f**k me. Now. I gulped, turned on my heel and ran, the other men’s laughter following me.
I heard Jack as he followed me, his boots heavy on the hard-packed ground. His legs were so much longer than mine that he should have caught me quickly, but I made it further from the others than I expected before his hand gripped my arm, tugged me back into him. I screamed and struggled as I felt his hard c**k against my lower back.
“This is where we part ways, Benson,” Jack called, turning himself so I was shielded by his body. “No matter the size of my pecker, I don
