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Time to get my head on fucking straight and take things to a new level.

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Addilyn

He’d choked me out and jerked off all over my stomach—hitting every single one of my body’s arousal buttons.

Sick fucks, both of us.

He could have raped me…

I lay still, my face hot with shame, my captor’s energy gone from the room. Silence once more reigned while I slowly calmed, my arousal waning. I should have freaked the fuck out. Heart racing, stomach heaving, same as whenever Lloyd had taken from me.

My brow furrowed beneath my blindfold.

A sense of…security…lay impossibly deep inside my bones.

I couldn’t figure out my body’s reaction to his hand, his cum cooling on my stomach. Even though the lack of fear troubled me, I let it rest. Waiting…for what, I had no clue. His cum dried on my skin, creating an itch I couldn’t relieve.

I wallowed in my body’s traitorous instincts to fuck rather than fight. I could have attempted to headbutt him even though he’d held my hair to the point my scalp stung. I could have turned my face and tried to bite the tongue licking along my jaw—but I reasoned my passivity away with the darkness infringing on my consciousness from his harsh grip on my throat.

Then I’d come to.

And my body literally sang at the wet noises he made jerking off, same as that time I’d watched Gideon with my panties.

The hint of a grunt passing his lips, the wet heat splattering over my belly had been ten times better than the fantasy I’d had of Gideon finishing all those years ago.

Frowning over my renewing arousal, I turned my thoughts onto things that would bring back the desire to fight for freedom like a strong, sane woman ought to do.

I doubted my kidnapping was coincidence when Lloyd promised me I would pay for kicking him in the balls and refusing to give in to his demands to become his willing lover.

Lloyd would be coming to claim me from the man he must have hired to grab me—and unlike my captor, he would have his way regardless of my consent.

The man who’d lifted my shirt and ran his hand clear up to my throat hadn’t squeezed my breasts. Hadn’t stroked between my thighs even though they’d been held spread open for the taking.

And there was no way he hadn’t noticed the wetness coating me down there.

But how long would his self-control withstand a bound woman and his obvious lust if the many stripes of dried cum pulling at my skin was any indication? And would I really fight him off if he attempted more?

My brain said yes.

My body yearned for his touch.

A well-meaning, nice guy like Leo couldn’t rouse an ounce of desire in my blood, but a man I knew would take without asking could?

I’d lied to myself when denying I’d wanted Gideon all those years ago.

I didn’t lie to myself about not wanting his father.

And yet they both brought on my body’s desire to be filled—one with outright lust, the other with the pain he’d inflicted.

Sick.

Heat rushed to my face, and I wished to sink into the mattress, to disappear forever.

I needed to find a new therapist in the worst way—if I ever made it out of my predicament alive.

You’re getting out of here.

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