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A step sounded behind me. I made to turn to it when my front was abruptly shoved into the brick wall of the building. Fear catapulted me out of my melancholy, and a scream erupted from my throat. But it was swiftly cut short as a mouth pressed against my ear to whisper, “No one is going to hear your cries for help, little prey.”

Twenty-Eight

Kali

He was being forceful. I couldn’t even move my head. I whimpered as his giant front pressed firmly against mine. He allowed me to fight, to scream against his palm and kick wildly behind me. But I barely inflicted any harm to him.

“Stop fighting,” he said. “Or get it out. If you want to exhaust yourself, that’ll make it easier for me to subdue you.”

He was right.

This was pointless.

I immediately stopped and banged my head against the brick wall, waiting for his next move. I could vividly feel his every movement. His heart was pounding into my back, like he was just as breathless as me.

“Are we done?” he asked next, that voice sending shivers down my spine.

I nodded once, and he let go of my mouth, dropping his hand to settle on my hip. I panted against the brick wall. “Are you taking me then?”

He took a few deep breaths, answering, “Not yet.”

What the hell was he waiting for?

“When?” I asked.

“Sooner than you think,” he answered.

Footsteps sounded nearby. I turned my head to watch the dark shadows pass by, some heads turned to look at us. I could have screamed for help but a) they might not even bother to come to my rescue, and b) Locke felt good against me like this.

“We weren’t finished talking,” he said the second they were gone, his tone icy. “If you keep running from me, Kali, you’re going to realize I’m not going to stop chasing.”

I shook my head, my voice breaking. “You’ll stop eventually.”

He pressed his hard length against my back, hissing, “Then you’ve learned nothing of my desire.”

On reflex, I brought my hand around me to stroke him, but his hand caught mine and squeezed painfully. “Nuh-uh,” he growled. “That’s not how this is going to go—it’s not how we want it, is it?”

I shook my head, acknowledging how right he was.

“Have you missed my cock?” he asked next.

I nodded, shamelessly. “Yes.”

“I’ve missed your pussy. I’m fucking whipped, Kali. I want it around my cock.”

“So then fuck me.”

“And spoil the fun?” he shook his head. “No, we love the anticipation. I love fighting for it, little lion. I love breaking your cunt in with my cock. I love how wet it feels, and I love when you fight and moan. They’ve become my favourite sounds.”

His words made me shudder with desire.

This man was seriously bad for me.

But, dammit, I was hooked, too.

Locke was a bad drug you wanted a constant hit from, and riding that high was followed by a crushing low that made you want to flee from not just reality, but the re-birth of emotions I wasn’t ready for.

Life was easier when I believed him to be a monster.

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