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Maybe I’m like a black widow, syphoning off what I want when I can get it before making my kill.

My heart races with each step I take.

There’s a sudden loud noise next to me.

It’s a growling noise. Old metal pulling against older metal.

I scream and jump.

My heart races even faster.

The garage bay to my right is halfway open now, the source of the surprising sound.

Corbin crouches as needed and steps out from the garage.

He takes one look at me and can see that I’m about to pass out.

Coming to my aid, his massive left hand touches my back.

He towers over me. He smells like sweat and oil.

“Scared me,” I manage to whisper. “My heart feels like it’s going to beat out of my chest.”

“Oh yeah?”

Corbin doesn’t hesitate.

His right hand presses against my chest, over my heart…over my left breast too.

He knows what he’s doing.

“Yeah, your heart is definitely racing,” he says.

His thumb starts to rub the inside of my left breast. Through my shirt and my bra.

His pinky finger makes a sweeping motion down and around, moving right over my nipple. My nipple is twisted and tight but its hardness is blocked by the padding in my bra.

“Let’s get you inside and get you a drink,Katie,” Corbin whispers in a rough voice.

There’s something about this imagery if you take a second to really think it out.

I’m walking with my ex. The criminal. The convict. The man who just served ten years in prison.

Outside it’s pitch black.

Inside the garage there’s light.

I’m walking with Corbin from the darkness into the light.

Which seems so fitting and exciting in some ways.

But in others… it feels opposite.

Corbin is going to drag me into the depths of his hell and hold me hostage there for as long as possible.

Chapter 10

Corbin