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pleasure-pain. Sweat trickled down his forehead. He wanted relief too. Damn it to hell! But he knew it was hopeless. What he needed, she wouldn’t understand. He started to pull out. She reached for him.
    â€œNo! Again. Pleeease.”
    So he sank back into her warmth and pushed her knees toward her shoulders as he hammered into her. She screamed and climaxed again.
    Hell! She felt so good. He had to let go. Please let it happen this time.
    No matter how he positioned her, his need grew with no relief. He didn’t care. Her satisfaction only mattered. Her hands pushed beneath his jeans and travelled over his hips, stroking scars he’d never thought were erogenous until now.
    â€œMore,” she pleaded.
    Panting like the animal he’d been called many times, he did what she begged him to do. She wanted more. He gave her more until his heart felt as if it would burst. Each time he tried to stop—sure she must be raw, if not sated—she’d cry and plead until he entered her again.
    His own release denied him unless he showed her his dark side. His thumb pressed into the tight opening near where he thrust into her. Tempted, but a hidden fear stopped him from pressing further. In all likelihood, she would hate him for pushing her too far, too soon.
    So he worked at bringing her relief. Not one inch of her body had been missed by his touch or mouth. She screamed his name with another wave of satisfaction but she gripped his thighs, telling him to keep pumping.
    He lifted her buttocks and rotated his hips as he ground against her. Their grunts and moans meshed. How long he’d fucked her, he wasn’t sure, but when she whimpered at the end of her latest orgasm, he stopped and pulled out. His sore cock remained hard as a power pole. His scarred knee ached like a son of bitch. Kneeling on the bed, he helped her roll to the side. Tears streamed down her face as she whimpered in exhaustion. Wherever his hands stroked in an effort to relax and comfort, her muscles shivered in waves beneath his fingers. Finally, her body relaxed and her eyes fluttered closed as he smoothed her sweat-soaked hair from her forehead.
    He wanted her again. But it was useless. She’d had enough.
    Truth be told, he felt separated from the act. It had always been that way. As if someone not human inhabited his body as he performed. He hated the feeling. Feeling like a freak, a monster.
    Weary to the bone, he moved behind her, spooning her limp body. His arm wrapped around her waist as he inhaled the tangy smell of sex clinging to her skin. She sniffled and wiggled her butt against his hard groin. She whimpered again. He bit the side of his mouth to stop from her echoing the sound.
    â€œShh, everything will be okay. No one will hurt you again.” Even him.
    Tomorrow, he’d feel ashamed for taking advantage of her while she was under the influence of the drug. For now, he would savor the feel of her in his arms until she slept.

 
    C HAPTER T HREE
    M arie woke to the pain of another needle sinking into her body. Her brain, fuzzy with sleep, slowly registered what was happening, tempering her fear. This time, it was her arm and The Circle’s top doctor administering the dose. She looked at the small hospital-styled room located in the medical area of Sector.
    â€œHey, Doc, whatcha giving me?”
    She inhaled deeply. An unexpected ache shot down her ribcage to her groin, cutting off the welcomed fresh air with her cry. Pictures flickered through her memory until one in particular burst to the forefront. Ryker moving above her, fully dressed except for his cock thrusting into her. His hard, masculine face divided by the ever-present black eye patch. Was it a dream? It wouldn’t be the first time. Yet this time something was off.
    â€œYou’ll be okay. It’s a sedative to help you rest and heal,” said Dr. Cooper.
    â€œHow are you so sure it won’t have a bad reaction to the drug that