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Addilyn’s demands to be untied, to be released, for me to stop watching her eventually quieted. Her fight to escape slowed until all that remained were involuntary muscle spasms. Twitches of instinct as her mind shut down but her body continued its drive for freedom.

Shivers across her skin.

Goosebumps rising as though I trailed my fingers up her thigh.

Silence settled over us, the tension thick with arousal and terror.

“Let me go,” she whispered again, a shudder rippling down over her.

Never.

Not nearly having my fill of her fear, I stood, ready to play some more.

Her head jerked my way as though she noticed the soft rustle of my clothing. “D-Don’t touch me…”

How many times had she said that to me in the past when I’d pressed her against doors, letting her feel the hardness of my want for her? Hearing her say it again after five years made my dick dribble pre-cum.

I adjusted my bulge, squeezing a bit at the base of my length while approaching the bed. Her blindfold hadn’t moved, but I kept my mask on, not willing to take a chance of her identifying me.

She shivered. Her skin popped with goosebumps again from head to toe.

I pulled the quilt fully off her trembling form and climbed onto the bed.

“Don’t,” she stated through gritted teeth as though finding some strength deep inside her.

Heart racing, I straddled her thighs, and she stilled completely. Chest not rising—but she gasped as I placed my palm on her lower belly where pale skin peeked from beneath her shirt’s hem.

Soft as fuck—making me harder than steel.

“D-Don’t.” Not sounding so confident with that tremor in her voice.

I grinned, adrenaline and the need for well-earned, well-deserved release rushing through me like a goddamn tsunami hellbent on reaching land.

Inch by inch, I slid my palm beneath the shirt and up her torso, over her prominent breastbone and between her suddenly heaving tits. I closed my hand around her neck and took off my mask, setting it aside since she lay powerless beneath my hold.

The rich princess trembled, her full lips parted as she panted, and the pulse beneath my fingertips grew rapid as fuck.

Hyperventilation lay seconds away—but I grasped her hair and yanked her head back, exposing her throat. Leaning down, I tightened my hold on her neck, cutting off her air and pulling strands of her shorter hair from her scalp at the same time.

Her whimper—fucking fuel to my lust.

I slid my nose along the satiny skin beneath her ear. Beneath the stench of her terror hinted at sweet peaches.

Memories of sniffing after her like a dog rose, and my dick jerked in its prison. I bit back a groan, my grasp on her neck unrelenting as my self-control wavered.

I needed to hurt her.

Her pulse weakened, and she didn’t make a sound. Without a doubt, couldn’t. I licked along her jaw line, tasting the salt of her sweat while choking her out. Her scent, the flavor of her fear consumed my senses, taking me past the breaking point.

She didn’t fight me though. I’d wanted her thrashing, begging, crying…

Addilyn’s body went limp.

I jerked my hand away from her neck, sitting back and scowling at the unmoving woman before me spread out like a goddamn feast for a starved animal like me.

The fuck had I done? I had no intention of taking her past the point of resisting.

Her pulse still beat in her neck though…

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