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My Katie girl is back to her upper middle-class life. The one that she hates. The one without dirty hands, ass fucking, being tied up and teased with a knife. The one without being tossed into a cage to sleep with a smile on her face.

The one without heroin and a war over money and territory.

The thing is—I miss her right now.

I miss her cunt. I miss her ass. I miss the taste of her knotted, perky nipples. I miss the taste of her lips and her tongue.

Fuck me, I missher.

Her eyes. Her presence.

“Fucking love,” I growl.

I punch the mirror, shattering my reflection.

I’m a fucking criminal.

A convicted felon.

I did ten years in prison and I’m on the fast track to go right back if I keep fucking around with these fucking heroin deals.

My term isexto my Katie girl.

I’m her ex.

That’s just how it has to be.

Chapter 39

Kate

On the ride home,I make sure to complete all the necessary steps to cover my tracks.

I feel dirty yet I feel so alive.

My heart hurts a little only because Corbin made me leave. Not because I’m fucking someone other than my fiancé. Not because I can’t stand this upper middle-class existence or that I dread hearing from my best friend.

I just want to be locked up by Corbin.

His pet, prisoner, whatever he wants me to be.

That’s where I feel the most at home. That’s where I feel the most alive.

And nobody else understands it. It’s like screaming into a dark room, all alone.

When I tell Chad to smack my ass, he laughs and then waits until the next day and playfully swats at my butt while I’m wearing pants. It’s like he mocks me. Does that make him a bad guy? No. I’ll never paint him as that.

It’s just all… misguided and messy.

I thought I had everything contained. Right up until the day Corbin appeared.

I’m dropped off at home with only my car in the driveway.

I’ve been gone and returned and nothing has happened. Nobody has noticed.

That saddens me.

This is my life…