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This one put electrode pads on my lower gut, saying it made my cunt twitter when he fucked me and it felt like heaven. I would’ve called it rape... and hell.

Back in the playroom, all I had wanted was Cook—to see him and please him. Thank God he made the weaselly guy stand outside. When he’d done that, I thought I would be okay.

Closing my eyes had been my downfall.

Always my mistake. I had to see my daddy at all times to know who was with me. Because when I shut my eyelids, nameless and faceless came back. Hallucinations returned.

Nightmares blazed through me.

Every sensation, pleasure and pain, turned into sharp needles andblades.

I had wanted it and wanted Daddy to give me that experience to wipe away the others. However, I’d been so utterly stupid to throw my head back and lose touch with him, and the way he looked at me as I left shredded my heart.

Stumbling back from the running sink, I wrapped my arms over my midsection and shivered. A coldness had settled across me, inking its way into my bones. I ran my hands under the faucet and then wiped the water up my arms and across my chin and neck and chest. I even cleaned up my pussy—trying to erase the terror the electricity had stirred.

Staring at myself afterward, all I could see was a ghost. Black circles under my eyes. Hollow cheeks. Nothing resembling the girl from earlier today who’d asked her daddy to bring her here and dressed in the clothes he’d given me.

I needed Cook.

Still.

It wasn’t Daddy who ruined me back there. He may have controlled the device, but I was the one who’d lost touch. It was nameless and faceless.

Cook was the salve to heal my pains. I’d known it the first time I met him and the first time we’d come here. We had been so perfect together at Celt and Roni’s apartment. And at our house earlier, even though I knew he couldn’t grapple with the fact that he’d belted me, or that I had liked it so much.

Forcing a smile on my face, I pinched my cheeks to bring color back into them and then stalked toward the restroom door. I should find Cook, crawl into his arms, and curl up like Daddy’s good little girl. Everything would be okay.

Whipping open the restroom door, I bounced off a hard chest and stumbled backward, slipping through the hands that almost trapped me.

Not Cook’s hands.

These hands had a thick golden ring on almost every finger. They were dotted with age spots, not just tanned from the Arizona sun. These had age spots and reminded me of Tommy G.’s. I scamperedback against the restroom counter and turned my gaze toward the man who stalked into the bathroom.

Who the fuck was this? He stepped under the harsh fluorescent light of the restroom, and it illuminated his features. Another nightmare awoke.

“Hello,” cooed Massimo Parisi like we were old friends.

We weren’t anything close. He hadn’t been a client, but he’d come to Enigma with others who were. He may never have used his dick as a weapon against me, but he knew what happened to the girls at Enigma and the kids Signora sold to the highest bidder. And he did nothing.

Didn’t that make him just as much of a monster?

What was he doing in Phoenix? He and his men came to Enigma from Vegas. They were the ones who Tommy G. made me clean for until my fingers bled. Tommy always wanted to keep this man happy, but I never really understood why.

My fingers drummed against the cool stone counter, and I looked over his shoulder at the closing door. “Coo—”

Massimo gripped my arm and brought me close. I tried to step back, and he stepped with me. The restroom door closed. Cook wouldn’t be able to hear me. Massimo backed me up until I had nowhere else to go, crushing me between the restroom counter and his body.

He smelled expensive, like he regularly covered up his natural musk with liquid money. Perfume from some high-class, over-priced boutique.

The odor burned my nostrils. “What are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same thing.” He smirked. “I heard you escaped.”

Cook saved me. It wasn’t the same thing. Where was Cook? I needed him!

“And, look at you.” He dragged his eyes down me, and I shivered. “You’re showing off what my boys used to pay for.”

“Let go of me.” I tried to pull out of his grasp, but he hung on.

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