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  Cecilia

  The Doll Duet, Book One

  KL Fast

  M.K. Moore

  Flirty Filth Publishing

  Cecilia by KL Fast & M.K. Moore

  © KL Fast & M.K. Moore 2020 Flirty Filth Publishing.

  All Rights Reserved

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  This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, locales, or organizations is entirely coincidental.

  The use of actors, artists, movies, TV shows and song titles/lyrics throughout this book are done so for storytelling purposes and should in no way be seen as an advertisement. Trademark names are used editorially with no intention of infringement of the respective owner’s trademark.

  This book is intended for adults only. Contains sexual content and language that may offend some. The suggested reading audience is 18 years or older. I consider this book as Erotic Adult Romance.

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  Contents

  Blurb

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Epilogue

  Epilogue

  About the Author

  Acknowledgments

  Other Books By KL Fast

  About the Author

  Acknowledgments

  Other books by MK Moore

  Dedicated to free porn, quarantine days, and way, way too much time on our hands.

  Let's get naughty...

  XOXO,

  KL & MK

  Blurb

  Gerard Caswell had it all, except the one thing he didn't know he needed.

  Cecilia Preston was just collateral to the one person who should have protected her.

  He kidnapped her to save her.

  Can love grow under such extraordinary circumstances?

  Yes. Yes, it can.

  This is a safe, oh so hot novella will make you wish you were taken for love too.

  KL & M.K. remind you that this slightly taboo, super steamy romance has a happily ever after you won't want to miss.

  Chapter One

  Gerard Caswell

  What started out as a normal day turned out to be anything but. My family provides financial backing for the entertainment industry amongst other things. Normally, my younger brother, Grayson, handles this side of the business, but he didn’t show up for work that morning and I needed to know what was going on in Vegas. I was checking on the investment we made in the Porn Queen, Inc’s latest film, Pussy So Good, when I saw her. She was completely out of place. Reading a book in a room full of adult toys. I want her to be mine, but something told me she wasn’t ready for me just yet.

  Every day for the rest of the week, I went back to the set just to reassure myself she was real. Her long blonde hair is down and the oversized sweater she has on today looks comfortable. She is sitting in a director's chair, so prim and proper with all the depraved things going on around her, never even looking up until suddenly she did. Our eyes meet and I find myself walking towards her unbidden. She calls to my inner caveman in a way no woman ever has before.

  “What’s your name, gorgeous?” I ask.

  “Underage,” she says going back to her book. I can’t help smiling at her sass. My smile fades as fast as it comes, she has obviously been asked this before. I find that I don’t like that one fucking bit.

  Boldly, I grab her chin in between my thumb and index finger, forcing her to look at me again. I have no business touching a girl who clearly told me she was underage but ask me if I care. I'm already wearing the striped jumpsuit in my head. There is nothing I won't be doing to this little girl the fucking second; she gives me the go-ahead. Those green eyes are piercing. They have haunted my dreams for the last week.

  “That isn’t what I asked,” I say. I watch her swallow thickly. Her delicate throat works in

  a way that makes my balls ache.

  “CeCe,” she whispers, too soft for me to hear clearly.

  “What was that?” I demand.

  “CeCe. My name is CeCe,” she says louder.

  “What’s that short for?” I ask, still holding her chin between my fingers.

  “Cecilia Preston,” she says rolling her eyes. “Who are you? You do know you are still touching me, right?”

  “I am Gerard Caswell, and yes, I am quite aware that I am touching you,” I say in a gravelly voice that I don’t recognize.

  “I’ve heard your name before. You must be famous,” she says. Not exactly, just rich as fuck.

  “Cecilia Preston, you are going to be mine,” I say.

  She laughs at me. “You’ve got to be joking, Gerard Caswell. I’ll never belong to any man. I am out of here as soon as I can be free of my mother,” she says, jerking her head out of my hands.

  “Your mother?” I asked.

  “Yep. My mother is Pussy Dior,” she says, blushing.

  “Your mother is the Porn Queen?” I ask, wondering how someone so ethereal could come from that used up hack.

  “Yes, I really shouldn’t be talking to her co-stars,” she says, unable to keep the anger out of her voice. I wonder if she is angry because she actually thinks I would fuck her mother or that I'd fuck anyone who wasn't her. She doesn’t need to worry though. I didn't get where I am in life by sticking my dick in random women.

  “Oh, Cecilia. You shouldn’t be here. Neither one of us should be.”

  “I know that, but what choice do I have?” she says going back to her book, dismissing me.

  As I prepare to leave the set for the day, I hear her mother talking quietly with some suited thugs. In Vegas, it doesn’t take a genius to figure out that these guys are connected to the mob.

  “Just take her. She should more than cover my debt to Gino,” Pussy Dior, real name Jessica Preston, says.

  What in the actual fuck? Her words do nothing but enrage me.

  “Gino wants your word that she will be amenable to his tastes,” Suited thug number one says.

  “How the fuck should I know? I am her mother, not her pimp.”

  “He’s not going to like it, but he will take her,” number two chimes in.

  “CeCe is a sweet girl. She'll learn her place quickly though.”

  “She better, if she wants to live. Gino will be in contact when he's settled the debt.”

  Oh hell no. There's only one Gino in this town who has this kind of power. Gino Galasso is a strip club owner whose tastes are well known. Allegedly, if he doesn't like a woman's cunt, he kills them and feeds their body to his pigs. This is just speculation, but he is a person of interest in several young girl's disappearances.

  Now that I've heard this conversation, I can't leave Cecilia’s fate up to that animal. I can't get back to my little doll fast enough. One of the men grabs her, but before he can lift her out of the chair, I am on him. Repeatedly, I punch the one who decided he could touch what’s mine. Cecilia sits there shocked, but quiet. The other goon doesn't look like he knows what to do. He looks back and forth between me and Cecilia. He can’t seem to make the decision to
come after me in order to save his partner or go for my girl. I make that choice for him by giving him a right hook to the face followed up by an uppercut. He falls down in a heap.

  With both of these motherfuckers out, I don't have time to explain what's going on to my little doll. They could wake up at any second. Too bad we aren't at a place where I can kill them, but I don't want to frighten her any more than she already is.

  “Don’t scream, doll face,” I say as I lift her into my arms, pull her close to my chest and take off with her. Thankfully, she does as I ask. The first feel of her weight on me sends zings of electricity through my body.

  At thirty-four, I have no fucking business thinking about how soft her tits are pressed against my chest, but they are, and I can't help it. She is going to be mine in every single way.

  I have no real plan other than getting her to safety.

  Once we are in my car, I buckle her up. It's late, but I know I made the right call.

  “Where are we going?” she asks softly.

  I say the only thing that comes to mind.

  “Home.”

  Chapter Two

  Cecilia Preston

  Home. I've never had one of those. I know better than to want that. Wishful thinking doesn't get you anywhere. That's what happens when your mother despises you and tells you she wishes you were never born. I learned early on that it would just hurt worse if I dreamed of a home with the white picket fence, a loving mother and father maybe a few siblings but Jessica Preston was no mother of the year. Hell, if I hadn't learned how to take care of myself, I would have starved.

  She has fucked so many men she doesn't even know who my father is. I guess that comes with being a porn star and shoving shit up her nose. I grew up in the porn industry, not even high-quality porn at that. No, I am talking the sleezy ones where they don’t give a fuck if you take your five-year-old daughter to the shoot. She just plopped me in an empty room and left me there until she was done with the filming. There was no TV in the rooms, so I learned early on how to read.

  I love reading. It’s an amazing way to escape my reality. In books, I can go to different worlds, visit exotic places, and imagine myself as the heroine. A heroine that a big strong man takes far away from this place. I can pretend that it is me getting my happily ever after. But that's just it, it's all pretend in that there is no way that shit happens in real life. So, I have no idea what the fuck is going on or who those guys are or why they were trying to grab me but they didn’t look like they had good intentions where it concerned me though otherwise I would have screamed when Gerard picked me up bridal style and pulled me close to his chest. If I had felt unsafe, I would have.

  It was the complete opposite though. I have never felt so safe in my life. Man alive, he's handsome. I have thought so since the first second I saw him. He is the sexiest man I have ever seen. He has to be at least 6’2 with short dirty blond hair, hazel eyes framed with thick long lashes, high cheekbones, a square jaw that shows just a hint of a five o'clock shadow. He must spend a lot of time at the gym because he is built like a linebacker. His three-piece suit looked so out of place in that hellhole, but in his fancy-ass sports car, he looks right at home. We leave the studio lot and head down Clark Avenue, away from the casinos. We make our way out of the strip and are driving at least ninety miles an hour down the highway. My head is spinning with how fast we are going, and I am afraid I am going to puke all over the inside of his car.

  “Hey G, any way we can slow it down? I'm going to throw up all over your ride,” I mumble. He doesn't say anything, but I feel the car start to slow down but I don't think by much. I don't dare look up to check so I look over at him. The silence overwhelms me. My mind coming up with a hundred different reasons those men were trying to grab me, none of them good.

  “What's going on, Gerard?” I ask. He's white knuckling the steering wheel and looking in

  the rearview mirror every couple of seconds. He seems stressed or upset, for some reason I hate the idea of something bothering him. I put my hand on his thigh trying to calm him down. That was a mistake. His soft cock rests there. His leg tenses and he lets out a curse. I can't imagine what it's like hard. Shit, yes, I can. It’s all I can think about right now. I begin to squirm in my seat. My pussy is wet and achy. “Gerard?” I call his name again.

  “I have to protect you,” he says over and over.

  “I'm sure you will,” I murmur. “But you gotta tell me what's going on,” I finish.

  “Your mother was going to sell you to Gino Galasso,” he says through clenched teeth. I can't say that I'm surprised by that. Hell, I really wish that I could be, but I wouldn't put anything past her at this point. It doesn't explain why he cares though. He doesn't know me from Adam, and I was nothing but a brat to him the one time he did talk to me. “I couldn't let that happen. I know what he does to girls like you,” he says.

  “Girls like me?” My brow furrows. What does he mean by that? His death grip on the wheel loosens and he grabs my hand. I just now realize that I'm still rubbing his thigh. He brings my hand to his lips and kisses the inside of my wrist before nipping it. I bite my lip to keep from gasping. Fuck me, it feels good with him just kissing my wrist, I can’t even begin to imagine what those lips would feel like on other parts of my body.

  “Beyond beautiful girls.” His voice comes out gruff.

  “You think I am beautiful?” I can’t help the awed tone my voice comes out as. He grins putting my hand back on his thigh.

  “Fuck yes I do. I think you are more beautiful than a summer sunset overlooking the Caribbean and the only thing stopping me from having you is that you’re not eighteen yet and there is no way in fuck I am going to get myself arrested when you need to be taken care of,” he growls out, his eyes locking onto mine. I love the sound of him taking care of me.

  “Uh about that….”

  I squirm in my seat, my cheeks a blaze. I should probably tell him when the clock strikes twelve, I’ll be eighteen.

  Chapter Three

  Gerard

  "What?" I ask, my control hanging on by a quickly unraveling thread. I decide to take her to the family lake house. It’s right off Lake Las Vegas about thirty minutes from the strip. It’s close by and we will have complete privacy. Not many people know about it, so I don’t think I need to be expecting Gino’s goons to show up here.

  “I’ll be eighteen in six minutes,” she says, her voice breathy. That has me driving faster than before. I had slowed down when she asked me to, but after that admission, there is no way I can slow it down now. “Are you going to say anything?”

  “What do you want me to say, Doll. You are about to be mine, forever, but I think you already know that, don’t you?”

  “I do. I won’t stop you,” she says squirming in her seat. I smirk into the darkness. As soon as I pull into the driveway, the motion activated light above the garage comes on. I throw the car into park and wait the two minutes until I can legally claim her. As soon as the dash reads midnight, I violently throw my seatbelt off and get out of the car. I am around to the passenger side so fast; she hasn’t even had a chance to take her seatbelt off yet. I throw the door open and reach inside. Pushing the release button for her belt, I pull her out and lead her around to the front of the car. Lifting her, I plop her down on the hood of my Tesla and kiss her. My hands tangle in her loose hair. She moans into my mouth and I eat that shit up. Groaning, I finally pull away from her lips. I swear to God, she has cast a fucking spell over me or something. She’s got to be a foot shorter than me, maybe ninety pounds soaking wet, but she’s got a hold on me that I can’t explain. It’s not just my cock, but my whole damn being that’s enchanted by her.

  Speaking of cock, I adjust mine through my slacks. Her little skirt has risen up, but I want to see it all over. Like an animal, I rip her blouse open. Her tiny tits are perfect. So perfect, she doesn’t need a bra. They are less than a handful, but I can’t help palming them, pulling on her perky nipples. Her
head falls back as she moans at my touch. Leaning down, I take one nipple into my mouth. I suck and pull on it with my teeth hard, before giving the other one the same attention.

  “Tell me little Cecilia, have you allowed other men to touch what is rightfully mine?”

  “What?” she asks, confused.

  “Have you fucked anyone else?” I demand. What the fuck is wrong with me? She’s turned me into a fucking savage. It’s none of my business, but I have to know.

  “No. God, no.”

  “Good girl,” I say pulling the tattered remains of her blouse away from her body. Her skirt is gone next, and then she is just in her panties. Reaching out my hand, I feel them. They are satin, pale peach, and so soaked. My doll is cock hungry and I am about to satisfy her hunger, but not before I get my fill. The tiny panties are no match for my strength as I rip them from her body. I push her thighs apart and get my first look at her snatch. Her neatly trimmed pussy hair makes it look inviting and I don’t mind if I do. Using my thumbs, I open her little pussy lips and stare at her clit. Licking my lips in anticipation, I use my index finger, running it over her sensitive nub.

  “Gerard,” she calls out into the night.

  “Shh, doll face. No one hears you but me. Do you understand?” I demand.

  “Yes, sir. God, that feels amazing,” she says as I continue to rub her clit.