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“Run, Little Bee,” I tell her.
“No,” she says firmly.
I honestly don’t know whether to applaud her courage or chastise her stupidity. How can someone as fucking smart as Lucy-fucking-Christianson still be standing right in front of me after what I’ve just told her?
“You won’t hurt me, Dominic. Do you know why I know that?” she asks me.
“Why?”
“Because if I were dead, you wouldn’t be able to touch me either. And I happen to know you like touching me. Don’t you? You want to touch me right now.” She tilts her head and her fingers begin to undo the buttons on her blouse.
“I can’t touch you right now, Little Bee,” I tell her, taking a step back.
“Yes, you can.” She drops her shirt to the floor of the barn.
“No, because if I touch you right now, I might not be able to control myself.”
“You’re not going to hurt me, Dom,” she says again.
Lucy reaches behind her back and unclasps her bra, sliding the straps down her arms before allowing the material to flutter to the ground. Her tits—her glorious, fuckable tits—bounce free. Rock-hard nipples pointing right at me, calling to me like a beacon in the night.
“No. Stop.”
“The reason you’re holding back is the very same reason I know you won’t hurt me. If you really wanted me dead, I’d be dead. But you like me breathing far better.”
I’m losing the fight. When she drops her shorts to the floor and steps out of her panties, standing before me completely naked, all mine for the taking, I can’t deny myself what I really want.
Her. It’s always fucking her.
I undo my belt and pull it free from the loops of my jeans. Reaching out, I snatch her arm and drag her body against mine. “This is a very dangerous game you’re playing, Little Bee.”
“Then you should know I don’t lose. Ever,” she says.
I chuckle. She has no idea how real the stakes are right now. I tug her over to one of the wooden beams. “Your blind faith in me will be your downfall,” I warn her.Mine too.But I keep that part to myself.
“I’m not afraid of dying, Dominic. I’m afraid of not living,” she says, her gaze locked on mine. Never breaking eye contact. “I’ve never felt more alive than when you’re inside me. Make me feel alive, Dominic.”
My eyes roam the length of her body. Lucy doesn’t shy away from her nakedness. A trait of hers I fucking love. I hold my belt to her neck. And without waiting or asking if she’s okay with what I’m about to do, I secure her body to the pole. I shouldn’t be surprised that she doesn’t attempt to escape. To stop me. I step back and look around the barn. Finding a length of rope on one of the workbenches, I retrieve it.
My eyes stay connected with Lucy’s as I bind her wrists together. Then, lifting the rope above her head, I watch on as her arms follow before I secure the ends to the metal hook dangling above us. I take a step back and admire my handiwork. My Little Bee… all bound up, naked, and trapped.
At my mercy.
TWENTY-FOUR
Dominic’s stare bores right through my skin, sending a searing fire up and down my body. A flicker of doubt crosses my mind at the darkness in his eyes. I’ve just let him bind me naked to a damn pole. All because I’m a slave to the pleasure I know he can deliver. But also because I wanted to prove to him, to myself, that I’m not afraid of him. Deep down, in my soul, I know he won’t hurt me—I certainly hope my gut isn’t leading me astray here. I have to believe that under the darkness, there is good. Or at least I’m counting on his obsession being his driving factor to keep me alive.
I know he’s been following me for some time now. I don’t doubt he’s the exact reason for my dry spell these last few months. I continue to remind myself that if he wanted to kill me, he would have done it by now. I don’t recall Ted Bundy keeping his victims alive this long. Or warning them beforehand. I mean, if this really was where I was meant to meet my end, surely he wouldn’t be warning me away… trying to stop himself… control his baser instincts…
Besides, he said he wanted to kill me, not that he wasgoing to. I know! Semantics and all that, but still, it has to mean something.
“You really should have run,” Dominic says as he circles the pole I’m bound to.
“What would be the fun in that?”
“You’d be away from me. Safe,” he counters.
“I’m fine where I am.” I lift my gaze to connect with his and hold it there.
