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“And you’re enjoying this.”

My clit throbs even when James is no longer touching me. It’s hard not to be desperate for him when I can see his thick cock stretching his pants. The outline is mouthwatering.

I’m fucked. So fucked.

He brings the flashlight up, his head cocked. He’s considering something, and then he doesn’t, throwing the flashlight as hard as he can at the wall on the other side of the room.

I jump from the loud noise it makes as it crashes against it.

“What’s wrong with you?”

“Won’t be needing that.” His voice transforms into something visceral. Raw and rugged. He has no control over himself, or maybe he does. Maybe this is the side of him that nobody else has ever met before. “Wherever you are. Whatever you do. Light. Dark. Doesn’t matter. I see you just fucking fine. Always will.”

A million thoughts and feelings burst inside me. Desire. Hope. Fear. They need exploring. They need tending to.

There’s no time.

“Now, relax for me.” James lowers again, nudging the speculum into my opening. I should clamp up. I don’t. I listen to him, not because I’m scared. I want to. Shame locks my throat. “Fuck, I could tell you’re good.” His gaze is on my pussy as he slides the metal device in carefully. “Feisty little one.”

How fucking obscene it is that he’s talking to me while starting what should be a gynecologist check-up.

How arousing.

Even more arousing when he starts rubbing my clit again. I moan for him. Dig my heels into the mattress and claw my nails into the pillow beneath me.

“I hate you so much.”

“Yes, you do. Dirty, good fucking girl.” He rubs me faster. The speculum, though, he holds it in place. Opens it by pressing the handle and the thumb hinge together. “Let’s take a closer look at you.”

The expansion hurts until pleasure warms me from head to toe. My head thrashes back, my mouth gaping. Guttural moans escape past my lips as soon as James’s hot breath licks the inside of my thigh. He bites it, sinking his teeth in for one torturous second.

“You have a beautiful pussy. Squeezing the speculum like that. You’re dying to have my cock inside you.” He’s merciless, pinching my clit and tugging. I scream. “Shh. It’s okay. Let it out. You can tell me how much you need to be fucked. How having me down here, looking at you, turns you on.”

“Never.”

By now, I know Topher wouldn’t come down here. James must have made sure he was asleep. Locked the door to the basement so no one would hear me.

I’m not sad about it. Or scared. I don’t need saving.

Tomorrow, I will.

The sick woman I am tonight, I don’t need anyone other than James here.

The man I’m attracted to. The man I want to kill.

“Your pathetic son,” I spit out. James remains in place. Doesn’t so much as look up at me. “He wouldn’t fuck me, and you know what? I bet it has nothing to do with your stupid auction. I bet he’s useless in bed. Both of you.”

“Oh, yeah?” He applies more pressure on my clit. Circles it. Flicks it. The pleasure is too much. Too fucking much. “Be explicit. Tell me why you don’t want my son. Tell me why you want me instead.”

“I don’t want either of you—Oh God. Oh, Jesus.” I lose it as he closes the blades of the speculum. As he drags it in and out of my opening. His eyes are on me. Cold as the darkest night. “Either of you.”

I bite my bottom lip, glaring at the man who insists on commanding pleasure out of me.

“You’re hot when you lie.” The tip of the speculum rubs my walls, and that’s it. This is how I lose my mind from a gentle, obscene touch. “But when you come, you won’t be able to anymore. You’ll never be able to hide from me.”

“I’ll never see you again, you psycho fucker.” I wish I could. No, no. I can’t fucking wish that. “Ever.”

“Shut up,” he thunders, shaking me down to my core. “Admit it. You want me.”

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