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He stared down at his thick cock as he gently ran it over her softness, the heat brushing against the silky-smooth folds of her pussy. She shook beneath him, her moan sounding miserable. What an ugly emotion desire could be, especially when it was forced from your body.

He could not be like one of them.

Another searing wave of pain washed over him. His body broke into sweat, and he gritted his teeth, suddenly furious with the world as he moved off her body.

Nine

Kali

“Up,” he ordered from above me.

I barely flinched, hardly comprehending. He hadn’t fucked me, though I’d felt the head of his cock brush against my sex. He’d been so close to taking me. Just one thrust, that was all it would have taken.

Locke pulled away instead.

Confused was an understatement to how I was feeling. I was also at war with another emotion. Something that tugged heatedly at my core. Whatever that emotion was, it ached and pulsed—

Okay, I was actually turned on.

But that was fucked up to feel that way, and it couldn’t have been that. It must have been another emotion I’d never felt before. Some sort of reaction caused by a traumatic situation like this. But even as I reasoned with myself in those short few moments that it was this, I could taste the bullshit on my tongue.

This horrid man excited me.

I could still taste his cock on my tongue, and I wanted more of it.

And because I felt this way, I felt that encroaching rage continue to grow inside me.

Rage at him—at myself.

“Up, little prey, don’t make me repeat myself,” he demanded again.

I was absolutely saturated and shivering. I was so cold, it hurt to even move, but I tried to get up. My bones felt stiff as I slowly came to a weary stand.

“Run again, and I won’t be so forgiving,” he growled, watching me carefully.

“Because you’ve been so forgiving at all,” I snapped, unable to help myself.

He stared at me, that face loaded with dark intent. His response was in those dark eyes, telling me, little prey, if I was any less forgiving, you’d still be on the ground with my cock buried inside you.

I glanced at his pants where his cock was hidden now, but his fly was still undone. I shivered, but this one wasn’t from the cold.

Voice small, I said, “I’m not going to run.”

I hadn’t even thought of running, and I should have been. There was something seriously wrong with me. I shook my head slightly, shaking sense into myself. I was tired. That was it. Too tired to even consider making another escape. The cold had found its way into my bones and brain, and I was a delirious, illogical bag of fucked up emotions.

He didn’t grip me by the arm as he led me across the field. He didn’t even glance in my direction. He was totally confident I wouldn’t flee, and he was right, because where in the hell would I flee to without looking like a bullseye?

He’ll just hunt me down.

We made it to the road a few minutes later. Attempting to shield myself from the cold, I had my arms wrapped around my front, covering my breasts. I felt vulnerable. My clothes were cut from my body and strewn in that grass, and I suddenly wondered how long it would take before someone came across them. I could see the headline in the papers: Missing Idiot Girl’s Clothes Found Sliced Apart

With some lazy policing, they’d still consider me a runaway. “No evidence to suggest foul play. History of abuse and running away.”

But there might be a few people seeking answers.

I could see Sylvia stepping forward, doing anything to get her five minutes in the spotlight to tell whoever wanted to hear how delightful I was. “She was my best friend, my other half. She lit up the room and made everyone around her happy.” Even though that was utter rubbish. The reality would have been more like, “She’s a pessimistic asshole with a bitch face. We were only friends when she was willing to be my wingman at the club.”

Sylvia wouldn’t come home for a couple days, and even then, would she report me missing? How long was it going to take for her to realize her roommate wasn’t around? Obviously when rent time came along, but that wasn’t for another few weeks.

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