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Prologue

BRYNN

Shit!

Fuck!

One moment I’m getting fucked senseless by the guy I met at the bar tonight. The next, I am on top of his lifeless body, loosening my grip on the rope around his neck. There is a broken bong laying in pieces by his head, whichhas a steady stream of blood flowing from it.

Not again.

This has happened before. Not me killing someone, I’ve never done that, but the rage blackout. It’s asthough I’ve justwokenup from a dead sleep. The last thing I remember is telling him to tighten the rope around my neck as I came. He must have done or said something that set me off in the middle of it all, but I don’t recall what it was or howwe ended up here. All I can hear is yelling coming from the hallway and someone banging on the door.

I don’t think I'll be able to talk my way out of this one.

I’ve had crazy sex before, most of which involved danger of some kind: sex on the railing of a balcony high above the city below, sex on a railroad track withthetrain a mere mile away, headed right for us. I’ve straddled a guy while he was driving. I’ve been choked near the point of unconsciousness, things like that.

I’ve gotten into some trouble with the law for indecent exposure, lewd acts in public, and exhibitionism. Even reckless endangerment a time or two. And yeah, there was that one time I got into hot water for peeing behind a tree in the park, but that wasn’t for sexual gratification—Ireallyhad to go. Thankfully, the cop who found me was a complete hornball, and I was able to get out of it in exchange for a blow job. I didn’t feel taken advantage of, though. The entire experience was a huge turn-on. His proclivities are similar to mine, and we’ve met up a few times since then to indulge in a night of exciting debauchery.

I’m not a malicious person, but I need sex to be more than just sex. I need the danger and the violence. The surge of adrenaline or the sting of pain mixed with the pleasure of an orgasm is the ultimate head rush. I know I have a problem.I’mnot afraid to admit it. But my needs far outweigh the consequences. I’ve never had a partner who wasn’t at least a little bit intrigued and willing.

Mylowas willing.

Until he wasn’t.

That must have been when my other side came out to play. The mean one. The one who tears through me whenever I don’t get my way, especially when I am feeling sexually unsatisfied. That’s what happened here. It just went very wrong.

Right?

ChapterOne

BRYNN

One Month Later

“Please rise,”the bailiff begins. “The Court of the Second Judicial Circuit, Criminal Division, is now in session, the Honorable Judge Scott Young presiding.”

I stand behind the defendant’s table with my head bowed slightly. My lawyer told me I couldn’t appear unphased over what happened, and I’m not, trust me. I feel absolutely terrible. It’s tough to convey how upset I am when I am this nervous, though. I need to do something to calm myself down, but nothing any sane person would do to comfort themselves works in the same way for me. So, I’ll stand here, trying not to think aboutdick, even though that’s exactly what I need right now.

I’m Brynn Holliday, a fucked-up, sex-crazed, lunaticfrom the slums of Massachusetts.

I don’t run on all four cylinders.

I’m sad? I find someone to fuck.

I’m nervous? I find someone to fuck.

I’m angry? I find someone to fuck.

That’s what got me into this mess in the first place—anger. I’m an escort, and a very successful one at that. I had a standing appointment with a bigshot from some tech company who canceled on me last minute. It wasn’t about the money, I’m not hard up for cash. I was just horny as fuck, God damn it.

I honestly don’t remember what happenedonceMyloand I left the bar. But I know myderangedmind well enough to know he likely had a change of heart last minute, and the crazy in me came out. I would give anything to take it back, but I don’t even remember doing it.

Sela, my cellmate and willing prison bitch, ate me out like it was her last meal before I left the cell earlier this morning. But my anxiety over what my sentence will be has me buzzing to fuck someone, something,anything.

I wonder if my attorney will take me in the bathroom for a quickie after this.

“You can be seated,” the bailiff instructs again, only I don’t fully hear him over the din in my head.

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