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sounding amused. “Let’s do all this by feel. How much fun will that be?”
    “Fun,” she said, wiping the back of her free hand across her mouth and hiccuping. “Fun, fun, fun.”
    He wrapped a hand under her bare bottom and moved her so fast her feet hardly touched the floor. She slammed down on the toilet seat, and he stood over her, silent.
    Sonia shrugged. It wasn’t so easy to go when someone was waiting.
    “I thought you were desperate,” he said.
    “I—”
    He pushed his hands inside her dress and pinched her nipples until she squealed. He pinched and rolled, bent over and sucked hard enough to make her yell.
    “That help?” he said.
    Sonia peed and tried to stop him from tearing the top of her dress.
    “We don’t want to keep those things covered,” he said. “What a waste.”
    They made it through the bathroom and back into the bedroom.
    “I want to make it different,” she said, working on sounding sultry. Her mouth felt full of wax.
    “It’s my turn to make it different,” he told her, putting his mouth to her ear. “I’ve got an imagination, too, bitch.”
    She retched. “Why? You don’t say that to me.” Even when he felt mean, Ward was a gentleman.
    “I say whatever I want to say to you. You told me I could have you any way I wanted, remember?”
    His open hand landed across her face so hard her feet shot from beneath her.
    His other hand, twisted in her hair, stopped her from falling.
    Sonia tasted blood in her mouth. She cried out, but he hit her again and when she reached for him, his fist landed under her jaw, cracking her head back.
    “Please—”
    “This is what I want,” he said against her neck. “Beg. I’m going to hit you and keep hitting you. I want you to scream and ask me for it. You know you want it.”
    The next breath she took wouldn’t go past her throat. She grabbed for his crotch, gasping, grappling to get a hold on him. She knew how to put him under her control.
    She got his pants unzipped and pushed a hand inside.
    Sonia screamed, and laughed. He was a big man, but tonight he was huge and throbbing. He swelled into her hand, pressed her fingers apart. She tried to put him inside her but he held her off.
    “Baby,” she said, swallowing blood, not caring. Adrenaline pumped, and her heart thudded, her body pulsing with anticipation.
    For an instant he released her, let her drop onto the rug. He loomed over her. She heard the heavy, almost animal sound of his breathing. In. Out. Then closer. He scraped her face with his fingernails, dug at her neck, drove into her breasts until she felt as if he skewered metal pins into her flesh.
    Sonia cried. She screamed and sobbed and tried to catch hold of any part of him.
    His fists came down on her, pummeling, first her chest and belly, her thighs, then he threw her onto her face and beat her back, methodically, working from the back of her head all the way to the delicate tendons behind her ankles.
    Dull, blurring numbness seeped into her head.
    She wanted to ask him to stop. Slowly, she got her mouth open and whispered, “Love…me.”
    All she heard was a loud sawing sound between a groan and a bellow. Lights sparked in her mind, behind her eyelids. White, then so bright she sucked in and squeezed her eyelids together.
    Points of fire raked at her.
    She couldn’t hold a thought.
    Music played, grew louder and louder.
    Sonia shouted, she screamed and fought. On her back again, a great weight came down to smother her, rolled her over and over, slashed at her.
    She was going to die.
    “Help,” she cried around blood burbling from her lips. “Help me, please.”
    Every inch of her burned as if it were raw, and her exposed flesh screamed at the passage of the slightest current of air.
    Cloth slid over her head. He yanked a bag over her hair. She felt his thighs spread over her. They flayed her.
    “Now,” he said, gurgling with excitement. “Now you make me happy. Understand?”
    The last thing she saw before the