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something? And I need to find one, since art school is nothing more than a pipe dream.” A pang shot through her as she uttered the words, accepting them for the first time. Not only was she being held by a crazy madman, but he’d also taken the dream of art school away from her, the one he had extended like a treat on a stick to lure her in.
    “There’s no need for that either, Kat. I sold off my company years ago and have enough money to never have to work again. I do some things on the side, but nothing that requires a full commitment and all the hours I used to work. You pretty much have my undivided attention, and I expect the same from you.” He dropped the apple core in the trash before going to the sink to wash his hands.
    She was shocked by his words and his revelation, but hungry enough to keep eating. She finished her apple a moment later and waited her turn to wash her hands. As he dispensed a paper towel, she turned on the water, turning her back to him. She’d just rinsed off the soap when she felt his fingers at the ties of her sundress. With a startled gasp, she crossed her arms over her chest to keep her dress from falling when he untied it.
    Instead of untying it, the blade of his kitchen shears slipped underneath the spaghetti straps, cutting right through them, along with her bra strap. She tried to pull away, but he pinned her to the sink as he did the same with the other side, before peeling the clothes from her body. She covered her breasts with her hands as she registered her protest.
    “I told you the rules on what to wear. You broke them, so now you don’t get to wear anything at all.” She tried to scramble away from him, but he held her firmly and seemingly without effort, her stomach pressing into the sink when the shears slipped down the side of her underpants, cutting through the plain cotton in seconds before he repeated the process on the other side. With a startled squeak, she left one arm covering her chest and brought the other downward, hand shielding her mound as much as possible while she pressed closer to the sink, trying to hide from him.
    “That’s okay. I’m an ass man too, Kat.” He cupped her cheeks in his hands for emphasis as he parted them and pressed his cock against her inner area. The cloth from his jeans abraded the tender spot, but in a way that sent a shiver down her spine.
    “In the interest of fairness, I’m also going to get rid of my clothes.” He released her with a chuckle and stepped back, hands going to his belt. “Feel free to run, sweet little Kat. I do enjoy the thrill of the chase.”
    He was expecting her to run, so it was tempting to defy his expectations and just stand there, glaring coldly at him. Instead, she gave in to the self-protective impulse sweeping through her and raced out of the kitchen. She hesitated for a moment in the foyer, torn between going out the front door and up the stairs. Which would he find more unexpected? After a moment, she detoured to the right and outside, deciding it was the less likely option since she wasn’t wearing clothes.
    Fortunately, she still had her sandals, so she was able to run over the rocky sand, heading directly for the boathouse she had seen earlier from the bluff. There had to be a way to get inside and get the boat out.
    The problem with her destination was it was out in the open, with no vegetation to shield her. Her feet kicked up sand as she ran, but she was aware of him chasing behind her, his feet pounding through the loose sand as he closed the distance between them enough to reach out and grab her hair. That arrested her flight, and she drew up short at the sharp pain in her scalp. “Let go of me.”
    “No.” His manner was rough as he pushed her to the sand, pressing her stomach into the smooth granules. She turned her head at the last moment, resting her cheek instead of her face against the ground. Tears burned her eyes, and she was weak enough to let them stream down her cheeks