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properly?”
    “Yes.”
    “Then that’s even sexier.” He dips his head down and grazes his teeth against the skin of my neck, surprising me. The warmth of his breath makes my skin rise in gooseflesh, breaking out down my arms and legs as well as the sensitive area below my ear. My nipples tighten automatically. My body is way ahead of my head right now. I’m still trying to come to terms with the fact that I just had Zeth Mayfair at gunpoint, and that it felt good , but my body is craving his touch. Wanting to feel him everywhere all at once. A few moments ago, Zeth’s weight on me felt like a prison, and now…now I want him to smother me with himself, so that the only thing I can breathe and see and feel and smell is him. I think there’s something wrong with me.
    “You got any more ideas about how you’re gonna make me your bitch?” he rumbles. I feel the words forming and vibrating through the strong barrel of his chest, sending chills through me, deep down into my bones.
    “No.” I can’t force any strength into my voice. I sound breathless. So weak.
    “Good. Because you’re not going to be able to threaten me with weaponry tomorrow night. And besides…” He grabs hold of the hem of my T-shirt, pulling it roughly upward with his free hand, “you like this better, don’t you? You like obeying me. You like feeling defenseless. You like feeling that trickle of fear, lighting up your insides. It makes you feel alive.”
    He’s right. He’s always fucking right. I hate that he is, but it also saves us a lot of hassle. I’ve felt in control of my own life—I enjoy my work, I pay my bills, I keep my shit clean and tidy—and yet I haven’t had to make an important decision in a while. I haven’t had to choose to do something confronting that will change things massively for me. And choosing to continue whatever this is with Zeth, choosing to follow him down here to LA to find my sister, choosing to let him touch me, to lick and suck and bite at my skin, to obey him, that’s what’s made me feel like I’m really living.
    Zeth pulls the cup of my black bra down, exposing my breast. His eyes feast on the expanse of pale skin I now have on show, focusing hungrily on the pale pink areola of my nipple. He makes that delicious, toe-curling sound at the back of his throat, like a starved animal, and then he ducks down and takes it into his mouth. At first he runs his tongue around and around, playing with the tightened bud, but then he uses his teeth, nipping hard enough to make my back arch up in a mix of pleasure and pain.
    “You want me inside you, angry girl?” He pulls down the other side of my bra, freeing my other breast, and then he traces his tongue up the swell of my flesh and takes that one into his mouth, too. A stuttering sigh escapes me, ruffling his short, dishevelled hair.
    “Yes. I want you in…inside me.”
    He chuckles, apparently enjoying my lightheaded response, and then he tilts forward, grinding himself fully against me. His cock is hardened steel pressing against my inner thigh. I pull in a quick breath, closing my eyes. I want him. I want to feel his skin against mine. I want to feel his cock rubbing up against my clit so badly that I push back, rocking my hips up to meet him.
    “You hungry, Sloane? You want me that bad, huh?” A slow, drawn-out smile spreads like honey on his face. The look in his eyes sends a wave of adrenalin and endorphins racing around my body, shocking my nerve endings. I need to be naked. I need to be naked right now . I try to communicate this, but all that comes out of my mouth is a frustrated groan. Zeth’s eyes dilate, zeroing in on me. He tugs his lower lip between his teeth, his breathing becoming quicker, as though he enjoys that sort of reaction out of me. Does he? Can I inspire the same crazy reaction in him that he inspires in me whenever he bites my neck or kisses my skin?
    He pushes up against me and I let out a gasp, maybe a little louder