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I froze, staring at the pink milk-maid style sundress he was talking about. The fact that I didn’t even balk at him telling me which dress specifically, meaning that he had been in my closet at some point, should have alarmed me. It should have been the red flag I needed to use as a reason to end things. It should have been so many things, and yet, I glossedover it.

“Why didn’t you wake me up when you brought my things last night?”

“Because you needed your rest after what we did. And because I knew I’d be seeing you again.”

“Why won’t you let me see you?” I questioned, even as I slid the dress off the hanger and put it on.

“What would seeing me change for you?”

“I don’t know.” I admitted, admiring the way the pink fabric clung to my bare breasts in the mirror. Normally I would have worn a strapless bra to keep my girls decent and in place, but his instructions for nothing underneath were clear. My nipples were on full display through the thin fabric and the cut of the bust enhanced the shape and weight of them. It hugged them rather than disguising them. “Maybe it would make it feel more real.”

“Says the girl that tries to hide from me by walking away from the camera.”

I pursed my lips and untied the string that held the front of the dress closed over my tits, letting the fabric split open and show even more of my cleavage off. “We both know you’d find me if you wanted me bad enough.”

I had meant on his abundant cameras and hacking skills, but the words took my brain somewhere else.

And apparently his too.

“I’ll always find you, Puppet. There isn’t a place on this Earth that you could hide from me. Not now that I’ve had you.”

I walked over my phone and propped it up on the chair along the wall, looking at my reflection on the screen as I slipped my hands up under the short skirt of the dress and pulled my panties down before hanging them off of one finger for him. My tits were exposed, and myskin was flushed from the way his toy had tormented me for hours, as I completely removed any barrier between us for when he found me.

And wet. I was so fucking wet.

“There’s my pretty little Puppet.” He all but moaned, and I squeezed my thighs together, desperate to come again. I’d come more in the last week than I had in the last three years with Tyson and that was so pathetic and also so telling. “Your car is outside. Be my good girl and come to me.”

“Will you tell me where we’re going if I ask?” I started walking toward the door.

“No.” I could hear the smile in his voice. “It’s a quick ride and then you’ll know what to do.”

I snorted, “All I’ve known in life are quick rides.”

Tossing my phone down on the table by the door, I walked out without even bothering to wait around for his reply. I was angsty and angry at Lincoln for making me feel small again, and I was going to let Dane fuck it all better for me.

Jesus fuck, I didn’t even recognize myself anymore.

And I didn’t hate that.

Chapter 19 – Lincoln

Ihad no tracker on Peyton, and a part of me hated that. But it would be the last time I gave her the option to hide from me. She didn’t know how right she had been when she said I’d always find her.

Tonight I’d prove that to her.

I’d prove just how obsessed with her I was.

I could, however, track the driver and I watched as she got to the entrance to the deserted pumpkin patch where I instructed her to drop off Peyton.

Standing at the dark gate of the closed family fun park, I could just imagine how confused Peyton would be. There’d be no family fun going on tonight.

Tonight there would be only terror.

And pleasure.

Only time would tell who got what out of the deal.

I got out of my Range Rover, parked on the backside of the grounds, and took my spot as I watched the headlights from theUber pulling back out onto the road. We were miles away from any neighbors, and the owners of the long running pumpkin patch didn’t have a lick of security to get around besides the chain on the parking lot, that I already cut free.

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