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shadow moves over my face.
    Drake stands above me.
    I open my mouth to scream, but he clamps a hand over my lips.
    I bite him, trying to make my teeth meet, and he howls.
    I roll to the side, leaping to my feet.
    No breath.
    My hair falls out of its loose knot, and Drake grabs it, hauling me back against him. His blood gets in my mouth as his hand covers my lips.
    “Bite me again, and I'll hurt you so bad, Rose . So bad . Believe me?” His free hand covers my sex and squeezes. Hard.
    I scream, but his palm over my mouth muffles the sound.
    “Feel me, bitch?”
    I nod.
    Charlie!
    “I got the feeling you weren't really listening last time we had a little chat.”
    I try to say something, and his hand slides to my throat, squeezing so I can't speak.
    “Gonna play nice?”
    Stars burst inside the field of my vision. I manage a nod. “Yes,” I squeeze out.
    He tosses me onto the ground.
    I hit hard, fingernails biting into the pine needles and dirt. My eyes are glued to his crotch as he unbuckles his jeans.
    “You've got to be kidding me,” I say hoarsely.
    Drake smiles—if his expression can be called that. It's really just a baring of teeth. “I never joke about punishment, Rosie.”
    I flinch at the use of my nickname from his lips.
    “My dick won't leave any marks that can be seen at the hearing, but you'll do what I want.”
    I scoot back, and he lunges, falling on top of me and pinning me with his body weight.
    I beat on him with my fists.
    No!
    He kicks my knees open, jerking my yoga pants down low on my thighs.
    I go still.
    Drake smiles in triumph.
    I knee him in the balls.
    His eyes pop open, bulging, and he gurgles some kind of unintelligible sound.
    I crawl away then stumble to a standing position, half-jerking up my yoga pants. Then I'm running.
    I sprint, flames threading through my lungs.
    I don't look left or right. I move through the path like the devil is chasing me.
    Because he is.
     
    *
    Noose
     
    I look down the winding path of asphalt.
    Not fucking safe. No woman should be jogging these fucking trails. Especially with night breathing down day's neck.
    I flick my smoke on the ground and tramp it with the thick edge of my boot's tread. The tip glows like a bloated firefly for a moment then goes dark.
    That’s sort of littering. I sort of don't give a fuck.
    I cross my arms and chance a glance at the tiny car Rose drives. I smirk. What an unsafe piece of shit that is.
    Of course, I just like the thought of her ass on the back of my bike. Hanging on to me.
    I actually made an effort to look les s… however I normally look. I wore a white T-shirt instead of a black one. Hey, it's a start.
    I've been waiting. Impatiently.
    The prospect I had tailing her the past two days says Rose runs here a lot while the nephew stays with the parents.
    I snort, lighting up another smoke. Fucking kid.
    God, do I know how to pick them. I realize now there's no such thing as easy pussy. It's like in the whole fucking world, all I could choose was complicated pussy.
    Yeah, that's me.
    I hear pounding footsteps and straighten, dumping my half-finished cig and squishing it without my normal finesse. I crack my knuckles and begin to pace. I'm dying to set eyes on her again, to see if that chemistry was an anomaly.
    Rose flies toward the open parking area as if her ass is on fire, long hair streaming behind her.
    I frown.
    Grass and twigs litter the strands of dark gold, and her brown eyes are too wide in her face.
    My instincts come to life.
    I move without thinking, intercepting her as she stumbles. I catch her easily.
    The chemistry's not a lie.
    It's like the unpleasant feeling of getting shocked by electricity, but it feels good instead.
    I get an instant hard-on.
    Then her frightened face turns to mine.
    Fingerprints mar the pale skin of her neck. Someone laid hands on Rose.
    Rage seats itself in the center of me, and I don't ask her if she's okay, say hi, or explain my presence.
    “Who?” I say in a voice filled