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mostly because my body is in desperate need of stimulation. “Let me go.”
    “I don’t think you want to be let go. I think you want more of this.”
    My body definitely does. Arousal is so strong now between my thighs that it actually hurts, and there’s no way to keep my body still. I writhe beneath his weight and groan when he pushes down hard against my pussy.
    “Fuck, yeah, you like that. You want it bad.” His eyes are raking all over my face and the parts of my body he can see.
    It’s plain to see that he wants it bad too.
    Then I suddenly get an idea, even though the hot haze of my inappropriate arousal. If I’m this distracted by my physical response, then he’ll probably be too.
    He wants me. I can use it. It’s the only advantage I have here.
    I’ve had sex with men before without feeling any sort of affection, respect, or even real interest in them. I can have sex with this guy too without it changing who and what I am.
    If he fucks me, he might feel more attached to me and won’t want to hurt me. He might even let me go.
    And, if that doesn’t work, then maybe he’ll be distracted enough for me to get away.
    Either way, it gives me the advantage, and all I lose is another fuck with a guy I don’t like.
    I can do it. I can survive this.
    I want to survive.
    “I do,” I gasped, arching up into his body. “I want it. Oh, fuck, please.”
    My body wants it. My mind doesn’t. But my mind can use my body to get what it wants.
    He makes a sound in this throat—like a growl, and this is a totally different kind of growl than the mean one he makes when he’s angry. And he pulls up enough to curl his fingers around the bottom of my top and start to pull it up.
    I’d have thought he’d be rough about undressing me, but the move is surprisingly slow, as if he’s waiting for me to stop him.
    I don’t stop him. I’m not in the habit of stopping men who undress me, and I need him to be totally into this if it’s going to work.
    He’s gotten my top up enough to expose my lacy pink bra when a loud crash makes me squeal in surprise.
    Then a lot of things happen at once. It takes longer to describe than it actually takes to happen. Both of us turn in surprise toward the door of the room, which has been kicked in by the super-scary guy who shot the robber and hostage in the alley behind the bank.
    He’s even scarier than ever now, and he’s holding a gun. “Fucking bastard! You think you can get away with my diamonds?”
    My hostage-taker leaps to his feet, and then ducks out of the way when a gunshot sounds. Then he hurls himself on the other guy, and the two of them fall to the floor in a violent tumble.
    The gun falls out of the scary guy’s hand as he hits the ground.
    It takes me a minute to get my bearings, since it’s all happening so fast I can barely keep up. But I eventually manage to stumble to my feet, and then I run over to grab the gun, which neither of the guys have been able to reach, since they’re trapped in a vicious wrestling match on the floor.
    I’m considering just taking the gun and walking out the door while my hostage-taker is distracted, but then I squeal in surprise when an arm reaches to grab me from behind.
    Another bad guy came into the room after the first, and I’d been too distracted to notice.
    The guy is trying to grab the gun from me, but I don’t want to let it go. I’m not stupid, and I know my life is in more danger at the moment than it’s ever been before.
    Acting on instinct, I swing out my arm and clobber the guy in the face with the gun. Unfortunately, it’s not hard enough to knock him out, but it’s hard enough to get him to loosen his grip.
    I yank myself away from him and scramble away, ending up in a corner of the room with the gun held out in front of me.
    Somebody would have heard the gunshot earlier. Someone surely has called the police and they’re on their way here even now. I just need to stay in this corner and hold off the bad guys