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hands. The emotional pain she harbored was nothing compared to what they’d endured: the humiliation and torture. Their deaths were probably a relief.
    Consensual role-playing? Who did Trask think he was kidding?
    Unfortunately too many people. Including many of her superiors back then. Now they believed her, but only because Paige had died.
    If only Kate hadn’t acted so soon…
    If only she’d followed her instincts…
    If only Paige hadn’t lied to her…
    A lot of good all that did her now. And how could she blame Paige? Kate couldn’t very well yell at her partner about backup that never arrived. Because Paige was dead.
    If Kate saw Trask again, he would die.
    Even if she had to die along with him.
     
    His first kill had been an accident.
    It was early morning. Far too early for the sun, too early for the birds. The time he liked best, alone, to think.
    Remember…
    They’d been sixteen, two young lovers exploring as only eager amateurs could. Not really knowing what they were doing, but enjoying the thrill of being sexual, of tasting forbidden fruit.
    He’d wanted her forever, and he always got what he wanted. He was the son of wealth and power; few dared to say no. And Monique had loved being his girl. She had a mouth on her that wouldn’t quit, knew how to use it. He’d suspected she’d practiced giving blow jobs on other boys—or maybe men—because she was too good to be a novice. But in bed, she had been a virgin, her telltale blood marking his sheets.
    For six months they joyfully had intercourse, and were inseparable. But for him, it was never enough. He pushed Monique for more. Role-playing. Pain. Her pain. At first she was amicable. Anything to please him.
    “Not like that,” she told him that last time, panting. They were in the pool house at his family’s estate. He had her on all fours, wearing a leash. He wanted her from behind. Her ass was so firm, so round, so perfect.
    “You’ll like it.” He pushed her down.
    “No, I won’t.”
    Defiant. A bubble of anger surfaced. He would not let her say no.
    “Are you jerking me around?”
    “Of course not, I—”
    “If you don’t want to play, get out.”
    “You don’t mean that!” Monique’s voice quivered. She glanced over her shoulder, hurt, a little fear in her eyes. He stared, his entire body reacting to that faint panic on her face. He wanted more of that.
    “Please,” she whispered. “I love you.”
    “Bullshit. You don’t know what love is.”
    “Maybe you’re the one with the problem. Can’t you get off without stupid games?”
    How dare she talk to him like that! He had no problems getting off. She had liked the games, until they became too much for her, and then she had the nerve to say he had a problem?
    She stood up, naked but for the collar and leash. She looked around for her clothing.
    He slapped her. A red welt rose on her cheek. It didn’t surprise him that he’d hit her. What surprised him was that he felt no regret.
    “I’m sorry,” he said automatically. His penis was rock solid again.
    She glared. “Don’t ever do that again.”
    “I won’t. I promise.”
    He kissed her. Touched her where she liked. At first she protested feebly, but he knew what she wanted, knew the words that made her bend to his will, and soon she was all over him. He pushed her down to the floor and fucked her the way she asked for it. She moaned.
    “Just. Like. That,” she begged.
    His eyes fell to her smooth, white neck. He stared at the silky skin, a sheen of sweat glistening in the sunlight streaming through the windows. The dip in her throat, her muscles straining as her hips met his, working herself up to an orgasm, the sleek outline of her clavicle as she arched her back.
    “Don’t stop,” she panted.
    Her neck looked so good.
    His hands went behind her head and he kissed her. Then he moved them down, brought his thumbs around. Caressed that hollow of her neck.
    Slowly he squeezed. She didn’t know what he was doing