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“No.”

I shove inside her, hooking my finger to hit her g-spot again. “You sure?”

Her eyes flutter. She likes what I’m doing. I do too.

Daelyn gyrates against my hand and opens her pretty little mouth. “Red.”

I pull out immediately. There’s blood on my hand and I have no idea if it’s hers or mine.

“Shit.” I spread her thighs to make sure she didn’t tear.

“Stop.”

I back off and put my hands up. “Sorry, I was just making sure you’re not bleeding.”

“If I am, it’s fine.” She clamps her legs shut and covers her tits with her arms.

My cell goes off in my pants that are still down around my fucking ankles. Whatever bubble of pleasure I thought we werein pops. Ripping the condom off, I toss it on the floor and yank my jeans up.

My cell won’t stop ringing, damnit. Digging it out of my pocket, I see why. It’s Ryker. “What?”

“Where are you?”

“I’ll be back soon.”

“That’s not what I asked.”

I know. But I’m not ready to tell him I’ve gone back to the cage. “What do you need?”

“For my fucking security to get back to work. Unless you’re…”

“I’ll be back at the Monarch in twenty. Just stepped out for some fresh air.”

There’s a long pause. Ryker can always tell when something’s up with me. He’s been on my ass for weeks because he senses I’m not doing well anymore but hasn’t pushed me for answers.

“Okay,” he says cautiously, then hangs up.

Turning around to find where the girl went, I catch her over by a chair in the far corner of the room. Something close to guilt has me opening my mouth and saying, “I can give you a ride home.”

“I already have one, but thanks.” She snags her dress and pulls it on, then drops into the chair and slips her feet into a pair of well-worn black combat boots.

Realizing I’ve come full circle and am right back to my old ways, in this room, with a random woman to use for my pleasure, makes me feel sick.

As she hurries to get dressed and likely hightail it out of here, I sit on the edge of the squeaky bed and stare at the puddle of blood on the floor over by the chains dangling from the wall.

I don’t notice until the door slams shut that she’s left.

Good. At least one of us can escape me.

Chapter 3

Daelyn

“Don’t let the sauce stick.”

“I’m not!” Addie quickly grabs a wooden spoon and stirs. “Okay, it stuck a little but that’s just extra flavor. You’re welcome.”

Making lasagna has us both ridiculously happy. Who doesn’t love pasta? It’s also a great distraction from the thoughts that haven’t stopped racing through my mind since I did my last job for Kaleb two nights ago. As far as going out with a bang, I have zero regrets. And now, my debt is paid and I’mfree.

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