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existence.
    He waited somewhere back there, not moving. My skin crawled with goose bumps.
    The hard rap of his footsteps told me he was a solid man wearing solid shoes. His cologne when he stopped just behind me said he was a particular man with his scent if nothing else.
    This was the man who had made me be still and not cry out while his friends fucked me.
    My eyes seemed to squeeze into my skull. Sight blanked out entirely for several seconds.
    “Good morning, Zorie. Don’t go anywhere, will you.” His voice froze me. Not a question. A statement.
    He knows my nickname.
    The old man walked away and the sergeant turned to enter some data into his computer. I needed to take that one step forward. Just that. One step.
    One. Fucking Step.
    But I couldn’t move anything more than my toes, even if they were curled up so tight it hurt – as if by using them alone I could propel myself forward.
    His amusement was there in my mind.
    His mouth brushed my ear as it had that other time. “Come with me.”
    My entire body thrummed into a state of arousal and I sighed, my eyelids lowering, as I tilted my head to allow him better access to my neck.
    “Are you okay, miss?” The sergeant was speaking.
    I met his gaze, smiled, because that was what my traitorous mind wanted, and said, “I’m fine. Thank you.” Then I turned, gave him one stare. That closed my throat down, then my mind, and maybe my heart stopped beating.
    A second later, he slipped his hand around mine and we walked to the doors and out into the sunshine.
    Outside was warm and glary. I had to take care not to trip.
    What was his hair color? The shape of his face? I couldn’t recall. Looking into the sun would have been less overwhelming, less frightening.
    Truly, there were no words to describe how it felt to have his large hand clasping mine. He could eat me whole, in one bite, and I’d not protest.

Chapter 6
    Zorie
     
    He led me to his white car and ushered me in, his hand weighing mine down.
    When asked for my keys, I found them in my purse and gave them to him. He gave them to another man.
    “Find her car. Drive it to my place.”
    The man walked away.
    The upholstery in here was as white as the outside paintwork and I placed my palm on it, fascinated, aware I was behaving as if in a dream, aware I should wake, and unable to because he had his hand on my thigh.
    Touch was everything.
    It brought me to the brink where pleasure simmered.
    “Away to where we discussed.”
    The car surged forward.
    “Put on your seat belt.”
    I clicked it into place, still looking no higher than my thighs where his hand had now ventured between. The rock and hum of the car did nothing to subdue the hunger his hand stirred.
    After some time driving, his finger slipped beneath my underwear and found a spot just to the side of my clit. “There. See how nice I am. Even though you’ve been such a little bitch, running from me, going to the police station. Do not come.”
    What?
    He brushed his finger straight over my clit. Struck by a riptide of sensation, I stiffened, mouth open, staring in disbelief at where his hand disappeared under the cloth. I could see the back of his hand, the tendons, the skin, but his fingers were hidden. They stroked, playing either side of the little button that was the key to my carnality.
    From the subtle pressures on my mound and the contours created in the lace, I imagined the position of each finger, and I quivered with expectation. Wanting this, so hard.
    If he moved even one finger in the right way, or said the right words, climax was a possibility.
    Was I a puppet? Thoughts and deductions were trickling in again. Whatever let him command me, I had to defeat it.
    “I can do this all day.” Again he teased my clit, brushing it feather light. My leg muscles tensed and I clenched my teeth, trying to stop myself from making noise, but I moaned anyway. Quiet, but it was a moan.
    He hadn’t withdrawn his instruction.
    “Don’t come.”
    His