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“I-I always thought you had a thing for Addilyn.”

“Pfft.” I snorted. “That goody-two-shoes? Please. Do you really believe she’s the type of woman who would play the way I’ve wanted to?”

She let out a sarcastic laugh. “I see your point.”

“But you…” I slid my gaze down over her gaunt body with the rounded tits. Bruised skin. Fucking needle tracks on her arms that made me want to puke. “You’re the type of woman I’ve dreamed about. The kind of woman who would complete me.”

“Gideon…” A shiver licked over her—probably partially from the fact the room was cold as fuck.

“Will you cover your eyes for me, baby? Let me have my wicked way with you—fulfill both our fantasies?”

The pulse thrummed in her neck, revealing what my words did to her.

Jenny, the stupid, trusting girl, obeyed.

And I fucking grinned, my adrenaline causing my dick to thicken.

“Christ, you’re stunning,” I groaned as though it was the sight of her affecting me and not the knowledge that my plan was working.

I stood and approached without quieting my footsteps, my lips curling as another tremor damn near sent her to her knees.

“Can you see me?” I murmured, inches from her body, ghosting my gloved fingertips over her covered eyes.

“No,” she whispered with her foul breath.

Leaning toward her ear, I blew a hot exhale over her lobe. “I want to pretend that I didn’t pick you up on the street corner, Jenny. Imagine I grabbed you instead. That you didn’t come with me willingly—that I had to hurt you, threaten you to keep you still and quiet in my car. Can you do that?”

She shivered again. “Uh huh.”

“Pretend you’re so damn scared, so damn turned on by being captured that you can’t fight me. Shiver and shake for me, baby. Seeing your fear is going to make me so fucking hard—and we’ll both enjoy the fuck out of tonight.”

“God, Gideon.” Jenny gulped, swaying on her feet.

“Can you do that for me? For us?”

“Yes.” She jerked her head up and down. “Fuck, yes.”

“On the bed,” I ordered, the lowered rasp in my voice part of the playing—to hide my identity.

Just in case what I’d accomplished already for the night didn’t work out as well as I had thought.

Jenny felt behind her for the edge of the mattress and did as told, propping up on her elbows to face me, legs spread in invitation.

“Gonna tie you up, baby.” I gently grasped her ankle and spread her thighs wider. No footboard, but I’d considered the possibility and had brought along parachute cord from the cabin as well as the zip ties.

“Why are you still wearing your gloves?” Jenny pouted rather than growing nervous.

Stupid cunt.

“I’m playing my role. But tonight is all about senses too. I’m going to touch you in so many hot as fuck ways that you’re going to lose your voice from screaming my name.”

“Oh God.” She gulped as I looped the cord around her ankle.

At least the bed frame had legs so I didn’t have to improvise too damn much. Four knots had her thighs spread wide, ankles tied down tight.

I trailed my gloved fingers up her outer leg, along her hip, over her navel, and between her breasts.

“The leather cool to the touch?” I asked, my voice rasped and tight as though turned on as fuck.

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