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Fuck, it would probably feel amazing to take her just like this, from behind, while she gripped the edges of the kitchen island—

"Please, please,IswearIwasn't trying to take them,I-I—"

Thereit was.ThebeggingIcraved like fucking air.

Irelished the sound, bathed in it as my cock grew impossibly harder against her ass. "Iknow no such thing,MissStanton.AllIsaw was a thief with her hands on my guns—"

"Youset me up," she growled, her fire rising to the surface despite her intentions.Theones with that internal fire, the will to live and the will to fight, those ones always tried to fight their true nature the most but ended up slaves to it regardless of how hard they denied the monster inside.

Iwas one such monster, butI'dlong since stopped denying it.

"Ilaid a trap, yes, and you fell right into it."Mylips curled into a cunning smirk as she writhed against me, fighting the grip on her hair.

Shewas probably a fucking goddess in the sheets.Wildfire, burning everything she touched, flaming so hot she'd consume a man with her touch, her lips, her fucking cunt—

Mymind had deserted me, abandoned all common sense, and was running on blue balls autopilot.Fuck, it had been so long sinceI'dgotten laid, and tonight, my body was sending me the signal it had been too long, loud and fucking clear.

"Areyou going to kill me?Wasthis an excuse to get rid of your little problem?" she spat, going limp against the counter in defeat. "Finethen, fucking do it.Quitplaying games with me, asshole.Ihate waiting."

Shespoke with a lot of bravado, but there wasn't a whole lot of conviction in her voice, as if she were hopingI'drenege, thatI'dlet her go and shove her off down the hall, back into one of the others' rooms, to an imagined safety.

Anasty thought crossed my mind, and beforeIcould shove it down, the fucker crawled up my throat and out into the room around us, speaking itself into existence.

"Iwould rather make you suffer the fate of humiliation for daring to touch my fucking guns, for even letting the thought of escape cross your mind."Ireleased her hair and gripped her throat again, tilting her against my chest asIleaned away from the counter. "Youdon't want to die, not really.Ifyou did, you would have put one of those guns to your own head and pulled the fucking trigger."

Hersleep shorts were fuzzy and thick but blissfully short, and the undeniable form of my shaft pressed deliciously against the swell of her ass.AsIground it against her, a realization came over her, a sudden epiphany of what, exactly, her humiliation might entail.

"You—no.No, you wouldn't dare—"

Shespun in my grip, and now our bodies lined up flush against each other, my cock painfully aware that it was mere inches from the delicious hole it so desperately ached to be inside of.Thefucker even had the nerve to twitch, earning me a groan of approval from the girl before me, though her cheeks tinged pink at the betrayal of her own body.Herhands moved up to my chest, palms flat against my racing fucking heart.

Shesearched my eyes for damn near a full minute, neither of us breathing, let alone speaking, until she found whatever it was she was looking for and nodded to herself.

"You'reno rapist," she muttered, her lashes fluttering likeIwas one of the other besotted fools. "You'rean ass, but you're not this."

Myface almost split in two from the force of my devilish smile, the sound escaping me more of a snarl than anything else. "Youdon't know a thing about me, sweetheart.Don'tthink for a second you can psychoanalyze me, figure me out."

Mymind screamed at me to stop beforeIwent too far, but the convenient little switch inside my head was flipped, andIwas past the point of return.Thedam had broken, and unfortunately forMissStanton, my iron grip on that thin thread of control had just snapped.

Andnow she'd get the monsterItried so hard to hide from the world.

I'msorry.

Myhand lifted to grab her throat again, fingers wrapped around her pale skin like a living necklace.Themoment her eyes went wide brought me little enjoyment as she realized she'd misread her captor.Asmall whimper slipped through her gritted teeth asIdragged her against me, our noses touching, chests heaving from the exertion, the adrenaline coursing through both of us.

"It'snot rape if you're willing,MissStanton, and from whatI'vealready heard, you're more than willing to spread these pretty legs in the face of danger."

CHAPTERTWENTY-TWO

MALLORY

Ofall the people in this fucking compound to set me up,Acewould have been my last bet, but now it all made sense.Theman really wanted to kill me to save himself the trouble of waiting me out, and if there was any fleeting hope in my head that he didn't plan to kill me when this trial period was over, it was gone now.

Iwas a dead woman walking.

Unless. . .

Theonly thingIcould think that might save me was to disarm him, mentally, not physically.Hiseyes swirled with hatred and anger, but beneath the typical, easy-to-read emotions, something else flickered in their depths, something he didn't want me to see, didn't want anyone to see.

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