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Number Two stirs, and then he fucking screams.

Rylan’s laugh takes over while Abraham struggles in the dirt.

I stand and retrieve a gag. He can’t continue to scream like that. We’re out miles from neighborhoods or people, but authorities are on the lookout for a killer.

Rylan couldn’t care less and gouges deeper as I secure the gag between his teeth.

“Kiss me,” she demands.

And who am I to deny her?

He bucks between us, but that only fuels our lust for each other and for what we’ll do to him tonight.

She’s breathless when she pulls away.

I hesitate when she throws a leg over his body. She mounts him with her legs on either side of his hips. The sight of her on top of someone else has the pure red resurfacing. I restrain myself, though, curious about what she’ll do next.

WHACK.

Her open palm makes contact with his cheek.

She grinds her hips into him, and I’m ready to push her off.

WHACK.

Another blow.

“What’s the matter, Abraham? You can’t get your dick hard when you’re this helpless?” She hits him again. “You couldn’t please me even if you could get it up.”

She balls her fist and uppercuts him. I’m pretty sure the crunching noise that follows is one of his teeth being knocked out by the hard gag in his mouth. She rips her shirt up, taking it too far for me.

I don’t know where she’s headed with this, but I don’t want her skin touching his.

Quickly, I tackle her to the ground beside our victim and distract her. I palm her tits in my hands and rock my knee between her legs. “Too far, baby. I’m drawing a line there.”

“What?” She appears confused.

“Your body is mine. His pain is ours, but your body belongs to me.”

Abraham’s muted howls play in the background while Rylan and I pay attention to one another. Her fingers slip into the waistband on my pants. My hands push up the cups of her bra. The weight of my body pushes hers into the dirt. I lean down and take her pebbled nipple between my teeth. She cries out when I apply pressure.

“Hurt him,” she begs.

Again, who am I to tell a lady no?

CRUNCH.

My fist hits his already battered face, collapsing the left side of his jaw. His fragile skull is no match for the ball gag in his mouth and the force of the hit. His mouth hangs loosely to the side. The torture continues. Rylan gets more revved up. She begs me to inflict more pain on him, and each time I give it to her, the sexual tension between us increases. Abraham receives more injuries, and the two of us lose more clothes. He teeters on the edge between life and death, and it only makes us stronger, more aggressive, better satisfied.

I’ve had doubts, but out here, everything is clear. Walking away from her was never an option.

I have to wonder, though. Have I found a partner to keep me sane, or will this drive us straight over the edge together?

While Number Two dies in front of us, Rylan drops to her knees in front of me, and I can’t bring myself to care which it is.

This girl. This beautiful, sexy girl. Dangerous. Bold. Confident.

I had no idea what I was getting myself into when I vowed to have her after seeing her that first night with Tatum at the club. No fucking clue.

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