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She’s eyeing me cautiously when I crawl between her legs. As I slip the chastity belt on her.

My possessiveness, this obsession with her, skyrockets as I watch her pretty cunt bound by in leather and metal.

Sucking in a deep breath is all I can do to not lose my goddamn mind. The scars that motherfucker left on her stomach are nothing in comparison to the chastity belt. To this sign of ownership.

It’s me who’s marked Regan’s body. Me who lays claim on her pussy and heart and soul. My belt.

“Landon?”

My nostrils flare as I snap my eyes up to her.

“I’m here.” Blindly, I reach for the key, slide it into the lock, and flip it. “Owning you. Teasing you. Making you mine.”

Until I put a ring on you. And even then…

The thought of marriage jarred me the first time it came to mind. Not anymore. As she nods and opens her arms for me to come to sleep at her side, I realize I embrace it fully.

Madness. Obsession. Unhinged desire.

I can have it all and I can have Regan.

There’s nothing wrong with that.

I kiss the top of her head, pressing her back to my chest.

Nothing wrong at all.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Regan

Grass at my back.A man on top of me. Grubby hands. One is pinning a knife to my throat. The other touches every inch of my body, it feels like.

Rotten apples.

Needy grunts.

This is how I die.

Raped, then murdered. Ditched in the bushes of Central Park with my jeans cast aside and my panties torn. With my blood painting the greenery red.

This is how I die, and I’m not scared.

I’m terrified.

I want my mom. I want my dad.

I want to have popcorn with Rosemary while we binge on some of theSawmovies in her bedroom.

I want…

“Don’t make a sound, bitch.” The man doesn’t go to his zipper. I was sure he would.

Every time I have this nightmare, he does.

No, this can’t be a nightmare. It’s so real. Except his hand curls around the baton and…

Make it stop. Make him drop it. Make him not use it on me.

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