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That’s all it took. With a scream, a cry of their names, she came around him, so fucking tight, so fucking perfect, squeezing the hell out of his cock and giving him everything so he could do the same in turn.

He heard himself shout her name, and his love, as he came inside her, the taste of all of them still on his tongue.

It tasted like a promise.

Like forever.

But forever didn’t last long. It ended moments later, when the door slid open with a rough groan, revealing Christopher.

“This looks fun,” he said. “Can I join?”

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Chris looked like a complete mess. Gone was the affable, well-dressed, mild-mannered professor. His shirt was wrinkled, one cuff hanging loose like an afterthought. His face was mottled red, and he leaned more heavily on his cane than the last time Kara had seen him. And there was a crazed, angry look in his eyes.

Was this it? Was this the moment?

Could she use it to her advantage?

Kara kept her face impassive.

“I watched your lovely little show,” he continued, taking his time to look at all of them. Slowly, he withdrew a sheathed knife from his pocket. “Exciting stuff, really. In fact, it made me realize that it was time for my show. After all, Mr. O’Connell is mostly healed.”

Two of the guards grabbed a still-naked Kara, while Chris took shaky steps into the center of the cell. He grinned at her, his expression nowhere close to sane. “Ah, what I have been waiting for. Turn her around. Hold her still for me.” To her, he said, “You may want to say your goodbyesnow, Ms. Blum.” He rubbed his hands together. “You’re going to be too busy screaming after.”

This motherfucker.She wasn’t sure if he was referring to her pain, or he was just that delusional about possibly giving her any pleasure.

She held her breath, eyes on the knife, as Chris continued. “Oh, I know you say you don’t want it, but you told your lovers that, too, didn’t you? I made you come multiple times before, I can do it again. It’s the least I can do before killing you.”

“You won’t touch her,” Luke warned.

“Just watch me.” Chris cocked his head. “Oh wait. You will be watching me.”

“Kara, fight! Run!” Conor dragged his arms forward, tensing, trying to break the chains that held him—again. But like before, they were too tight, too strong.

Only Micah looked at her without saying anything.

Trust me,she mouthed at him.

He nodded, once.

“Nothing to say, Mr. Feldman? No last words?” Chris taunted.

Micah attempted a shrug—difficult, with his arms still zip-tied behind his back. “I recognize when I’ve lost, Mr. Johnathan.”

That, more than anything else, seemed to settle Chris. With his free hand, he ran a hand through Kara’s hair, the sheath of the knife butting against her neck, and she held her breath, forcing herself not to recoil, as badly as she wanted to.

“You really think you can make me come?” she said over her shoulder.

She could do this.

She’d done it with Victor.

She’d done it on the train.

Come on, Kara. You’re okay. Right now, you’re okay. All you have to do is breathe.

And even though she wasn’t okay, she forced herself to inhale and exhale slowly. In that exact moment, she was okay. And besides, no one could stave off the panic for her. She had to do that part by herself.

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