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stale odor of sex heightened her senses, ripened her body.
    “Deep down, you’re just like me.” Without waiting for an answer, he pushed open the door and pulled Mia into another darkened alley.
    As the door slammed shut behind them, Dylan let go of her wrist. He pushed her roughly against the cold, damp metal. Pain lanced through her head, blurred her vision.
    He trapped her between his body and the door as he placed a hand on either side of her head. Mia trembled. From fear or arousal, she couldn’t tell. Being like this with him scared and excited her. A heady mix.
    Not wanting him to see her arousal, she whispered, “Go ahead, Dylan. Kill me. Rape me. Isn’t that what you brought me here to do? Destroy the good doctor so your secrets are safe? Do it. ”
    All the careful constructs of civility she’d created after escaping her violent teenage years came crashing down. She was stripped bare, laid open. It was one of the reasons she couldn’t come during sex. She needed rough. She needed violence but never trusted anyone enough to hurt her.
    He wrapped his palm around her neck and feathered the pulse with his thumb. He was surprisingly gentle. She gasped. Heat shot through her veins. Her pussy throbbed.
    She hadn’t expected this.
    Intense pools of heat swirled. Would he hurt her? Did she care?
    Unable to help herself, she caressed his face. She needed direct contact, to feel him under her fingertips, to smooth the lines of his brow.
    He caught her wrist. Startled, she frowned. His heat radiated through her. Her body ignited. She was perplexed at how the slightest touch from him could make her feel as though her blood were on fire.
    Her blouse fell open, revealing the bite scar on her chest. Dylan looked down and followed the contours of the scar. She desperately tried to cover it.
    “Don’t,” he growled.
    “I have to.” Meeting his gaze, she pleaded with him.
    He pulled her hand away from the scar. She let her wrist fall and he traced the imperfection with his fingertips. “Beautiful,” he whispered.
    She gasped. She always hid her scars from people. She didn’t want to expose her imperfections and incite pity. Or questions. To her, they were hideous. An abomination. A blot on her character as a human being. A reminder she’d been marred by evil, tarred by it. Yet he treated it as a thing of beauty.
    Mia bit her lower lip to keep from moaning. Sensation after sensation washed over her. He was so light. Gentle. It made her want to cry out in ecstasy. The fear she felt was gone, replaced by an intense need. To be consumed by him.
    The controlling criminal disappeared, replaced by a man who stroked her with reverence. His furrowed brow and soft touch betrayed his emotions. Warmth radiated from him and flowed into her. Fear evaporated as she opened her mind and looked inside Dylan.
    It was too easy. She slipped inside his conscious and saw herself from his point of view.
    In the grim reality he’d created for himself, she shined.
    Lust and admiration bled from every pore. He wanted her on a base level, wanted to break her down and fuck her. He understood need. The need for sex.
    But he didn’t want to respect her. He didn’t want to admire her strength and courage. Unable to deal with his attraction, he’d wanted to scare her, to shock her, make her run from him. If she did, he wouldn’t have to deal with feelings that were foreign to him. It made him vulnerable.
    Images of herself flashed into her mind. She couldn’t think, only see and feel. In his eyes, she was beautiful. Courageous.
    What the hell was happening? Why could she merge her mind with his? The virtual reality’s coding didn’t allow for that. Had their clash compromised the code? She blinked, drew herself back from his mind.
    Lust unfurled in her belly. She wet her dry lips as he continued to caress her. “Dylan.”
    The feelings he aroused in her were undeniably sexual. She wanted to be understood, to be exposed, to show him the