here-a low hum beneath the surface-but overshadowed by something fragile and
eading aloud, while Ryan went home to shower and sleep. For a few hour
ess. She stopped by her mother's house-empty, silent-just to grab a coat. The ho
n the front porch when a prickl
hadows, was a black Maybach. The driver's side
ood ra
her key toward the
her waist, dragging her backward. The front door was kicked open. She w
somew
dark. Cedar. Whiskey. Stale smoke
fingers digging in. "Who was he, Chloe? Th
he gasped. "A sick,
lder. She beat his back with her fists. No effect. He strode throug
away, he was on top of her, knees on either side of h
oulder of her dre
e in this town what you are. I'll send pictures to your mother. I'll p
cold, clean rage surged through
she m
k. The sound echoed like a gunsh
inging
replaced by something far more terrifying-a cold, bla
You can buy me. You can own my time. But you don'
Then he laughed-a
s not forget how this all started. Who came to whose hotel room five years ago. Who climbed into whose bed, naked and wil
sical blow. Her mind wen
ight she'd been drugged at a party. Stumbled into the wrong hotel r
he knew. That he under
know. He n
r and seen a prostitute. A calculat
o place. The cruelty. The possessiveness. The casual disre
d that on purpose
You're not the first girl to try and trap
led. Five years. He had built an en
or the humiliation. For the five years s
tered. The absolute stillness of her was more unnerving than any stru
d her world. And he
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