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I hurry across the street toward the truck.

He throws open his door and steps out.

A monstrous figure in the night.

I bite my bottom lip.

In the back of my head I can hear the echoes from my house.

Interest rates! Down payments! Insurance! Taxes!

The clanking of wineglasses. The pop of a cork on a fresh wine bottle.

The smell of the roasted garlic from the fancy chicken I had to cook to make sure Tyler and Ana were impressed.

As soon as I’m within reach of Corbin, he makes his move. He attacks.

One hand touches my face. The other hand touches the small of my back.

My body collides to his.

I start to melt. I feel like I could cry.

He’s an escape. A terrible, wrong, bad decision kind of escape.

“Friends are over tonight?” Corbin asks.

“Define the wordfriends,” I say.

“I’ll make sure to take it easy on you… or not…”

His mouth takes mine. His lips are overpowering. His tongue is strong, exploring the inside of my mouth.

My knees give out. Corbin holds me.

His thumb presses against my throat. Hard.

It hurts, just a little. I like it. I want it to hurt more. I want him to grab me and take me and…

Corbin growls and lifts me up with ease.

He walks me around to the other side of the pickup truck.

Near the back passenger side area.

He pushes me up against the hard metal, his body forcing itself upon me.

He stops kissing me and stares down into my eyes.

“I need to taste your cunt again, darling,” he says.

I suck in a breath.

My jaw quivers.

There is no time for…

His fingers have already opened the button on my black pants.