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had a feeling, though, that she was not wrong,
that until Juan entered the room he had been watching her.
    After that, the man who she quickly
learned was called Alexander le Croix seemed to appear at their
trailer every few days or so. Sometimes he was with one of her
brothers. Sometimes he wasn’t. He always had business of some kind,
some reason for calling by.
    Shamira found that her pulse would jump
each time she realized Alexander was at the door. She was aware of
the boys at school in a giggly schoolgirl way, but Alexander was
different. Alexander was a man and made her pussy ache and her clit
throb, virgin though she was. Her nipples would swell when she saw
him and when she thought of him.
    She was careful not to let her brothers
know of her reactions to him. They would kill her, then shoot
Alexander, if they learned of her attraction to him.
    A year wound on and she turned
seventeen. Her feelings for Alexander grew stronger and more
embedded. She would lie awake in her bed at night and masturbate,
thinking of how he might fuck her, his cock driving into her while
he watched her with his blue eyes. Then she would climax with
powerful orgasms, choking her cries so no one in the trailer would
hear her.
    Her knowledge of Alexander le Croix
grew more sophisticated, too. A question here, a casual comment
there, and over fourteen months she built a solid picture of him,
possibly more complex than even the local police files. Certainly,
she knew more about Alexander’s sexual preferences.
    He’d come out of Louisiana in his
mid-twenties and cast off his accent as quickly as he could, along
with his family ties. He had not looked back. Some said he didn’t
return because of shame, some said orphan, some said he had been
cast out. After roaming for four years, he’d stumbled into
California, ended up in San Diego and took a liking to the dry
heat.
    Money trouble landed him in a deal with
a loan shark. But Alexander was a mathematical genius, a lightning
calculator, able to compute odds instantly. He had used his skills
to gamble with the loan shark on an all-or-nothing bet that he’d
won with interest.
    His ability had come to the attention
of the shark’s boss and Alexander’s entry into business life was a
lock, for the boss had not appreciated the irony of the bet the way
Alexander had.
    Since his forced recruitment, Alexander
had been working his way up the sometimes slippery chain of
command, doing deals and taking what enjoyment he could from life.
That enjoyment, in large part, included women.
    Alexander liked women a lot and had a
reputation for hunting and seducing the most attractive and
hardest-to-get women in San Diego and bringing them to their knees.
He liked to dominate them in bed. Here, Mia’s information became
sketchy, for she’d been forced to rely on second and third-hand
gossip and rumors, drawn from friends of friends of women whom
Alexander had bedded. Mia didn’t know the types of woman Alexander
hunted directly. She was too young and far too protected. But the
rumors were fascinating. There were hints of toys, bondage,
more.
    The whispers were enough for Mia to
expand her own sexual education, to illicitly read about these
things. What she read excited her, as she imagined Alexander doing
those things to her—tying her up, using dildos on her, licking her
clit until she came. Even darker, more wicked play. Anal sex.
Threesomes. Always, she imagined her hands thrusting into his dark
red hair as she arched hard in the throes of a throbbing climax
that he gave her. Mia’s masturbation sessions became even more
frantic and heated.
    She could barely look Alexander in the
eye when he was in the room. What if he saw the knowledge in her
face? She was always wet and ready for him and imagined his gaze
following her as she moved about the trailer.
    Juan brought Bruno Perez home for
dinner one night, as well as Alexander. Alexander silently took his
usual seat next to her mother, the position of