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I snap my hips against hers, seeking my release now. “Wrap your legs around me. Take every inch deep.”

She complies, her legs locking around my waist as I drive into her, each thrust going deeper. “That’s it, take it,” I grit out, my eyes fixed on where our bodies join. The sight of her soaked with her arousal and my cum from earlier dripping out of her drives me closer to the edge.

“Fuck...” I groan, feeling my control slipping. I lean down, claiming her mouth in a savage kiss as I pound into her with reckless abandon. Her hands scramble at my back, her nails scoring my skin, and I know she can feel my release building.

“Tell me,” I demand, looking into her eyes. “Admit that you’re mine.”

“Yours,” she whispers, her eyes glossy with desire. “Always yours.”

My thrusts become erratic as I lose myself in the pleasure, seeking that final release. “Good girl,” I growl, my voice hoarse. “Come with me again.”

Our mouths find each other again as our bodies explode in a culmination of pent-up desire and frantic need. I moan into Kali’s mouth as I fill her, my hands clutching her possessively, refusing to let go even as our orgasms subside.

We stay entangled for what feels like an eternity, our harsh breathing the only sound in the room. Finally, I lift my head, my lips curving in a satisfied smirk as I gaze down at her. “Now that’s what I call a proper goodbye, rabbit.”

I’m sure I see a flicker of anguish in her beautiful dark eyes for a moment, but it’s gone so quickly I can’t be sure. Little does she know that if all goes as planned, she’ll never escape me after tomorrow. Could my little rabbit be coming to crave this as much as I do?

15

KALI

My heart pounds as I step into the auction house. The memory of last night still lingers under my skin. It was the most passionate encounter of my life, even if it was with a certifiably insane man who played a part in my captivity.

Is this what Stockholm Syndrome feels like?

I’m so wrapped up in my thoughts as I walk to the end of the chained train, Luna in the middle and Alice at the front. My mind is consumed by the events of last night, replaying Matias’s rough caresses and hungry kisses over and over. A part of me is disgusted by the twisted pleasure I took in submitting to him. In contrast, another part aches to experience it again.

I hadn’t noticed all the men surrounding us until a crude comment from one snaps me back to reality.

“Can’t wait to break you in myself, sweetheart.”

The remark comes from a stocky man with a scraggly beard, his tongue sliding over chapped lips as he undresses me with his eyes. Revulsion washes over me as several others join in with equally vile catcalls and gestures.

Bile rises in my throat as I’m reminded of the degrading fate that awaits us at the auction block. To be sold off and used like mere objects, our humanity stripped away. A tremor runs through me, my steps faltering.

Although Alice says that Taren intends to stop the auction, many things could go wrong.

Luna glances back, her hazel eyes filled with a fierce determination that steadies me. We may be chained, but our spirits remain unbroken.

I lift my chin, refusing to cower before these vile men. We’re more than just bodies to be bought and sold. We are warriors.

As we’re ushered into the middle of the room, the air thick with the stench of sweat and desperation, I steel myself for the ordeal ahead. No matter what fresh horrors await, we will survive. And perhaps, just perhaps, a part of me still clings to the faint hope of seeing Matias again, no matter how twisted that desire may be.

A guard moves forward and unchains the three of us. “Sit,” he barks, nodding at the three wooden stools in the center of the room.

“We’ve got an hour. Let’s check that these girls are ready,” the stocky man suggests, glaring at me.

The guard who unlocked our chains smirks. “Stand,” he demands.

I grind my teeth and stand.

“Hop on one foot,” the other man orders.

The rest of the guards chuckle as we’re forced to act like circus animals for them. My leg aches, but I continue to hop like a fucking rabbit. The thought reminds me of Matias’s nickname for me. Rabbit. I don’t know why that nickname gets me so worked up, as I know he calls me it because he sees me as this helpless prey animal.

After about five minutes, the burly guard smirks. “Kneel,” he growls.

Fucking dickhead.