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“Get on the bed,” he ordered.

Rising to my feet, I followed his orders, climbing up on the ostentatious furniture and facing him, letting my robe gape open to expose my cleavage, careful to make sure the X-Acto knife tucked into my bra didn’t cut me. It was hidden in the underwire; the only way I’d gotten it past the heavy security.

He walked toward me, a hideous leer on his face, as he began describing to me what he planned to do—and how he wanted me to behave.

This time, I did almost throw up. But I steeled myself, inhaling slowly as he crawled over my body and stared into my eyes.

“What is it boys say these days?” he asked me. I slowly moved my hand to my chest in preparation.

I didn’t answer him, honing my rage as sharply as the knife in my bra.

His eyes gleamed, evil blazing in them like a fire in hell. “Your body, my choice.”

Staring straight into them, I withdrew the knife.

Quietly, I asked, “You sure about that?”

A moment later, he started to scream.

Like I said, I really, really loved my job.

Chapter Two

Micah

He was a screamer.

And I loved watching my baby make bad men scream.

I stood in the doorway, admiring Kara’s handiwork. There was blood everywhere—on the white satin sheets, matching pillows, even dripping onto the hardwood floors.

Kara was crouched above the target, writing something with the small blade she’d smuggled in across his stomach.

Even in the dim light, I could see the words she’d carved:

This is what happens to rapists.

Tied to the bed post, a pair of men’s briefs stuffed in his mouth, he looked over at me, Conor, and Luke. Even from here, I could see the relief in his eyes.

He thought he was being rescued.

“Help!” he tried to scream, the word muffled by his makeshift gag. “This bitch is trying to?—”

Luke pushed past me, standing over the two of them. My massive lover looked terrifying, his red hair ablaze in the light.

“Careful what you call her,” he warned. “Or the pain you feel now will become a distant, warm memory.”

To Kara, he added, “I love when you get violent, sweetheart. It makes me so fucking hard.”

Kara looked up at him, looking more beautiful than I’d ever seen her, wearing nothing but blood-soaked lingerie and controlled rage.

“I have an idea,” she said, her voice husky. “Why don’t we let this fucker bleed out while I see to that hard cock of yours.”

Conor moved his way into the room, shaking his head. “I don’t care that he’s on death’s door. No one gets to hearyouscream but us.”

I smiled to myself. Our other male partners were incredibly possessive. I personally didn’t mind if a target heard the sounds Kara made when she came for us, but relationships meant compromise.

Kara growled. “You never let me have any fun.”

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