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lift it over her head.
    “If you break the strap of my dress, no one will know it wasn’t them,” she whispers.
    God, this girl is wickedly warped. But I get it. Danger. Lust. It always went hand in hand with her.
    I grab the tiny strap on her shoulder and pinch it with my fingers. In one sharp snap, it’s broken.
    The cup of the dress stays in place for a second, but I peel it down. I know when the air hits her skin, because she sucks in a breath.
    “Will they message you before they come?” she asks.
    “They will.”
    She leans back, and I bend in to her, catching her breast in my mouth. It’s as black as any room has ever been. I can only find her by feel.
    Her response is sudden and intense, a sharp jerk of her body. I draw the nipple in, and she trembles.
    I slide a hand up her thigh, pushing what’s left of her dress away. When I make it between her legs, her panties are wet. I press my fingers in hard, and she writhes against me. “Faster,” she urges. “I need it now.”
    I push the elastic aside and reach inside her. She’s hot and slippery. I’m not sure I’ve ever felt her quite like this. Her body shudders as I go in, the flesh quivering. I think I could get her going just like this, but I know it’s not what she wants.
    Still, I thrust into her, fast and deep. She bites my shoulder to stay quiet.
    I know where she is. She’s taking back the power that was stripped from her before. I don’t know what happened, or if she’ll ever say, but I want to feed this need she has. I want to give her what she wants.
    Her arms go around my head, and the wad of duct tape rests against my neck.  
    Her body moves with me, pressing against my hand. I can feel the ripples as her muscles begin to tighten around my fingers. I press into the nub, circling, keeping the rhythm. She rides my thighs, spread wide over my lap, driving down onto my hand.
    But now she wants more, she wants me, and lifts her body up and holds still. I understand what she wants and withdraw. Her hands are still trapped around my neck.
    I unbuckle my jeans. I push the pants aside just far enough to get them out of the way, then I drag her to me, shoving aside the panties again.
    With one hard push, I’m inside her. Her breathing is hot on my neck. I know what she needs, something fast and forceful. I grab her waist and lift her up, slamming her down on me without mercy.
    Her teeth bury into my shoulder, and I do it again. I can’t see anything, not her expression, her body, nothing. We’re just two figures in the blackness, taming our demons, wiping our memory of anything horrifying that might have come before.
    Maddie lets me take her with total control. I jerk her to me again and again.
    The buildup in her is slow this time, but then suddenly, it just explodes. Her entire body seizes up, like every muscle is contracting at the same time, then releases. She cries out next to my ear, shuddering, half-sobbing, her breath catching.
    I let go of my anger and fear and drive into her like she wants me to. I possess her. I won’t let anyone else come near her. I will kill them if they hurt her. I will not let anyone take what is mine.
    I spill into her, charged, electric, like fusion is taking place between our bodies. It sizzles through me like the rage I have felt for hours, but it’s all Maddie now. My Maddie. Mine. She’s here and I’m not going to let anything happen to her.
    I vow to do what I have to do.

Chapter 8: Maddie

    I can’t explain what I’ve just felt. I needed something powerful, dramatic, almost painful to blow out all the other things in my mind.
    Parker has understood. No matter what he thinks of it, how crazy or strange, he’s done it for me, like he always has.
    The first time that I asked him to tie me up, to make me his prisoner, he laughed. He wasn’t used to girls saying what they wanted at all, much less asking for it to involve rope.
    I know there are other people like me in the world. Probably most of them