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Turning away, he stepped out, prepared to carry the girl into the shower next.

But the spot where she lay was empty.

He trekked the bedroom, immediately catching sight of the opened bedroom door. He casually walked out, and he heard her movements in the apartment, her panicked bare footsteps running up and down the marble floors.

He waited by the front door, crossing his arms.

The apartment was ridiculously big, but the door was not difficult to find. She must have been deliriously tired not to see it.

By the time her nude form came into view, he quirked a brow, running his gaze over her body. She was already bruising, and the carpet burns looked bad. She gasped at the sight of him, coming to an abrupt stop, her large dark eyes rounding. They looked at each other for a moment, and then she took off past him and to the front door. She whipped it open, determined to flee—

Two guards Locke had stationed at the entrance turned to look at her. One of them smiled in approval, the other’s jaw fell open. She screamed in horror and then slammed the door back on their faces.

“Trying to flee so soon?” he asked then, his lips twitching to smile.

She glared at him at the same time her body shook in response to his nudity. Shutting her eyes with irritation, she hissed, “I’m hungry.”

“Were you searching for food then? If you walk to the living room and look out the windows, you’ll find the building is in a new development. There are no shops around, and even if there were, I’m not sure it’s good for business serving naked customers with come still dried to their back.”

She winced at his abrasive words, which was just a fucking laugh on its own. This girl’s mouth was dirtier than his. “I’m hungry,” she repeated. “And I want to go home.”

“I’m not finished with you, and something tells me you aren’t, either.”

She didn’t answer, but her eyes screamed enough words for him to know what she was thinking. She hated him. She wanted to fuck him again, too. She also wanted to kill him. But she needed him alive to fuck, so she was at a crossroads.

“I want food first,” she demanded, shooting him a flat smile. “And then I want you to suck my pussy with your hand around my throat.”

To that, she stormed off.

A yearning tore through his chest. The tha-thump worsening.

Locke was in serious trouble.

Fourteen

Kali

I wasn’t sure how he did it so quickly, but by the time I’d washed myself of his come and stepped out, I could smell food wafting from the bedroom. I wondered how many people he had answering to him. Guards stationed at his own fucking door, it was no stretch of the imagination to think he had slaves delivering him food in record time, either.

Too anxious to step out so soon, I lingered in the bathroom, looking myself over in the mirror, disturbed by how raw and bruised the front of my body looked. My throat was covered in finger marks where he’d squeezed me as he fucked me mercilessly on that floor.

My body had responded to his touch.

My pussy had literally wept for him. I’d never been so wet in my life. I was still wet, in fact.

Despite all the bruises on the front of me, he hadn’t given my tits the attention they deserved. Nor my pussy. He was adamant I had my back against him, which was fine, because fucking like that demanded a certain impersonal touch.

Still.

I would have liked to have seen his face as he unloaded on me.

A shiver ran down my spine.

What the fuck was I doing?

I was supposed to be the victim right now. He had taken me against my will. I was trapped in his apartment to be fucked and abused. Shouldn’t I have been panicking? Or at least pretending?

Except I felt no desire to fake my emotions.

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