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smile.
    "A question for a question," she adds. "Quite annoying, isn't it?"
    Keep it together, keep it together, keep it together.
    "You said nothing happened to you," I remind her, ignoring the fact that she obviously had a closer look at my neck than anybody else. Whenever the hell that was. "So was it something you did? Yourself?"
    I can almost hear her heart jump. She can play it cool as much as she wants, but nothing goes by me. Her eyelashes flicker and she loses eye contact with me for a moment. It is just a split second, but I notice. Her breathing changed, the outline of her breasts rising up and down with deep and fast inhales and exhales, even though she tries to suppress it.
    So fucking delicious.
    She turns away and faces the path ahead of us, unable to look at me as she says: "What would you think if I said yes?"
    "I would ask you what exactly you did," I reply. "And why you did it."
    She swallows hard and doesn't say a word. Instead, she continues walking and so do I. Moments pass, minutes even. We walk next to each other in silence.
    I intend to give her time, but when she is still not speaking when we reach the end of the forest, standing in front of a fence that marks the border of the Barrington estate, I decide to raise my voice again.
    "Did you tie yourself up?" I ask. "Are those rope marks?"
    She inhales audibly, proving me right.
    She gazes over the fence at a large field, the rural landscape spreading before us. The sun is about to set. The late afternoon light has turned orange, announcing the impending twilight.
    Liz places her hands on the fence as if she was looking for support.
    "Well?" I probe, leaning against the fence right next to her and looking down at her expectantly.
    She closes her eyes as if she was trying to hide.
    "Maybe," she finally dares to say with her eyes still closed.
    "Maybe, huh."
    I love that expression. That vulnerable, shy girl she turns into. She is ashamed and afraid. A delicious mix that I cannot get enough of.
    "You like being tied up?" I ask, now slowly stroking her lower arm with the tip of my finger.
    This is a dangerous game I'm playing. I told myself to keep my distance from anyone who is living in this neighborhood, this world. I am here for business, and violating the sister of my business partner's son's fiancée does not fall under being careful and smart.
    But I know it could work. I know what to do to make it work. To make it safe.
    She will be mine.
    Liz flinches at my touch, shivering like a scared little animal.
    So fucking delicious.
    She is responding perfectly. It scares her how much she wants this.
    I move closer and lean down to her.
    "Do you like the feeling of rope cutting into your flesh," I whisper in her ear. "Leaving marks. Leaving you at somebody else's mercy?"
    She gasps, but not with indignation. Her breathing is erratic, aroused and scared.
    Oh, what a perfect little lamb she is.
    She turns around and looks up at me. Her eyes are flickering, it almost seems as if they are changing colors, dancing back and forth. Blue, green, blue, green.
    Her mouths opens ever so slightly. She looks like she is about to say something, but I know she won't. She just stares up at me with those incredible eyes.
    Begging.
    She may be mute, but her eyes tell me everything I need to know.
    I don't kiss like a gentle lover, I devour. I demand her. One hand at the back of her head, the other pressed against her tender lower back, just above her ass. I press her body against mine, ignoring the suffocated moans of protest.
    She doesn't fight back. Her body is stiff and defensive at first but soon melts in my arms, becoming limber and soft as I claim her.
    I invade her mouth with force, still trying to control myself as much as possible. She welcomes it, that little minx. Soon, her moans of protest turn into moans of lust.
    She tries to touch me, hug me, but I force her hands down, pushing her away from me.
    "No," I warn her. "I'm the one who does the touching,