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  “Yeah, my good girl, you wanna be fucking bad for me? You wanna fuck me hard, baby?” Gage grunted out, lightly slapping the side of her body with his free hand.

  Gage’s words set Fiona’s heart on fire, her entire chest burning with it. She couldn’t stop herself. She had to ride him with everything she had. “Yes, baby,” she murmured back to him as she started fucking him harder, jerking her hips up and down and side to side as quickly as she could, her leg muscles burning with the exertion. “Yeah, baby, unnngh, I wanna be bad. I wanna be so bad, shit,” she groaned out, reaching down to grab onto Gage’s shoulders and pull his torso up. Gage apparently got the hint and bent his body so that he was sitting up on the bed, scooting them back so he could lean against the headboard. Now Fiona sat in his lap, wrapping an arm around his shoulders to keep herself in place while she jumped up and down on his dick, getting him in as deep as possible before slipping back out again.

  “Do it, baby, do it,” Gage grunted, slapping her ass hard before lifting up her body until all of his cock left her cunt. The next second, he slammed her back down again, sending his whole cock inside of her all at once.

  “Yeah, unngh, shit!” Fiona cried out, digging her nails deep into the flesh of Gage’s shoulders. At the same time, Gage’s thumb kept pressing at her clit, tapping at it relentlessly until a hundred different sensations bloomed throughout her cunt, which opened up even more, like a flower desperate for pollination.

  Fiona bounced up and down harder, shoving her cunt as hard as she could against Gage’s hand, screaming out louder than ever before when he began squeezing his clit between two of his long, thick fingers, pulling at it as she rose and fell on his cock.

  “I’m not going to last, baby,” Gage warned her, his ab muscles flexing beautifully as he thrusted up into her cunt. “I’m gonna fucking…I’m gonna…” He trailed off into a loud, long moan that sounded like he was dying of thirst in the middle of a battlefield, his mouth curling up into a snarl right before he suddenly flipped them over, pressing Fiona into the mattress as he drove into her again and again and again, slapping the side of her body, making her skin sting while he filled her cunt with his cock.

  “Do it. Do it. Come in me. Come, baby, come,” Fiona said to him, reaching down to help him play with her clit while he fucked her mercilessly, their hips slapping together loudly in the silence of the bedroom.

  “Yes, yes, fuck, ugh!” Gage cried out, shoving his cock in and out at an incredible speed, the springs of the mattress beneath them squeaking as he fucked her. “Mine, mine, you’re fucking mine, all mine, just—” He cut himself off with a howl, his hips moving so fast they became a blur to Fiona’s eyes, his cock pushing up against all the right spots inside of her, his hand flying over her clit.

  “That’s good, that’s fucking—ungh!—that’s fucking good!” Fiona screamed, grabbing the side of Gage’s ass to encourage him in deeper. “Do it! Do it! Come in me! Do it!”

  Gage growled again, louder than before, bracing himself on his free hand, using every muscle in his body to fuck her as deep and hard and fast as possible, sweat dripping from his hair as he moved back and forth on the bed. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, ugh, fuck, yeah,” he groaned, his thrusts becoming more and more unsteady as he approached his orgasm.

  Meanwhile, Fiona’s cunt was on fire again, burning like the brightest star in the universe as tendrils of pleasure leaked out and traveled all the way down her legs and up her torso and arms, eventually reaching her brain and setting every single nerve ending in her body alight with holy flame. She was going to come apart again. She was going to fucking explode.

  “Shit!” Gage screamed, and his cock moved so fast and so hard inside of her that it was like a gun going off—one, two, three, four more thrusts before coming to a still, his cock pulsing inside of her, the vibrations of his orgasm discernible even through the condom.

  That was all it took for Fiona. Her cunt reached the tipping point, going over that great big cliff of sensation inside of her, falling, falling, falling into darkness again, her body shattering apart in pleasure.

  When she came out of the sweet darkness of her post-orgasm haze, it took her several seconds to become aware of her surroundings. Gage must have already slipped out of her and taken care of the condom, as now they were lying with their heads on the pillow, their hands joined together in the space between their two bodies.

  “You’re my good girl,” Gage whispered, gently rubbing the side of Fiona’s face with his other hand. “You’re mine.”

  The words sunk in, and while at first she only felt warm and fuzzy, soon that shadow of fear returned, this time staying put in her brain no matter how hard she tried to shove it away. What the fuck had just happened? What had she just done?

  Chapter Thirteen

  This was the best moment of Gage’s life. There was no competition, not a single moment that came close. His cheeks had started to hurt from smiling too much, but he couldn’t stop. He smoothed the frizzy strands of Fiona’s hair on top of her head and moved down to her neck, feeling the pounding of her pulse through the veins in her throat. “You were amazing,” he mumbled, gently scratching at her skin until her eyes fell shut.

  His whole body felt warm, like he was completely submerged in comforting water, but after a few minutes, he felt something start nagging at the back of his mind, breaking the perfect peace that otherwise enveloped him. Something’s wrong, his inner voice said softly, getting louder and louder as it repeated itself. Something’s fucking wrong. Look at her.

  Even though Fiona’s eyes were still shut, there was a little wrinkle between her furrowed eyebrows, which always signified that she was worried about something. Gage brought his hand up to smooth his fingers over that wrinkle, trying to make it go away. “What’s up?” he whispered, attempting to sound as calm and collected as possible, even though his own heart had started pounding again in his chest. Fiona didn’t answer right away, but her brow furrowed some more. Gage blew out his breath, feeling despair sink down into his body, replacing the warm fuzzy afterglow of his orgasm. “So, what, you’re already regretting this? Is that it?” he asked, pulling his hand away from Fiona’s face.

  Fiona’s eyes flicked open, revealing a deep expression of pain within. “I don’t know,” she whispered, but then she reached forward and wrapped a hand around Gage’s neck, tugging him closer. “I don’t know what I’m going to do or how I’m going to feel or what the hell any of it means,” she said, cuddling her face into his shoulder. “I just need you to hold me right now. Is that okay?”

  Gage didn’t know what to think. At least some part of him wanted to say, No, no, it’s not okay. It’s not okay at all. You can’t keep me hanging like this. But the rest of him just ached for her body, ached for her touch. He couldn’t push her away, no matter how frustrated he felt. It just wasn’t in his genetic makeup to reject Fiona, ever.

  “Okay,” he said, rubbing the side of her face as gently as he could. “Okay, baby.”

  Limbs entangled together, they fell asleep, succumbing to the darkness together. That’s what we always do, Gage thought as he slipped off to sleep.

  Gage was stuck in a tiny, cramped basement, full of random knickknacks and childhood toys, covered by years’ worth of dust. His hands were bound by cheap handcuffs that rubbed uncomfortably against his skin, irritating his wrists. “Is anyone there?” Gage said. “Hello?”

  There was the sound of a faucet dripping somewhere, tiny little sounds repeating themselves over and over again. Gage thought that if he had to keep listening to it, he was going to go insane. Maybe I already have, he thought. Maybe this is where crazy people go when nobody loves them anymore.

  Gage sat there in the darkness, straining his eyes in an attempt to make out any sign of a door or a window or anything else he could use to escape, but of course, none of it would mean anything if he couldn’t find a way out of his shackles. He flexed his muscles as hard as he could, pulling his wrists apart to try to break the ch
eap metal, but it was no use. He simply wasn’t strong enough.

  After another minute of failed attempts, Gage heard something else penetrate the dark emptiness of the cellar. Footsteps. “Hello!” Gage cried out. “Hello, please help me! Please come get me, whoever you are!”

  A ladder fell down from the ceiling in the middle of the room, right next to a pile of boxes, and down from the ceiling appeared a young woman with thick black hair that hung down in long braids to her waist. Gage knew who she was before she even turned around. Abigail.

  “Hello, little brother,” Abby said. She was smiling at him, but her eyes were empty. Cold.

  “You’re the little sibling,” Gage reminded her. “Even though you don’t look so little now…” She was older, much older than she’d been when she died. She was maybe even twenty, twenty-one, a full-grown woman standing there before him. Gage had to blink to clear his eyes of tears, but they burned through him anyway, falling onto his cheeks in hot stripes. Abby was here. She was alive.

  “Abby,” he said, clearing his throat as the tears began to slow down. “Abby, can you get me out of these handcuffs? We need to get out of here.”

  Abby stared down at her own nails, not looking at him. “Mmm, no,” she said, casually shrugging him off.

  “Abby, please,” Gage said. “This isn’t the time to mess around. We’ve got to get out of here as soon as possible. Please, Abby. Save me.”

  She looked up at him then with fire in her eyes, so bright and hard that Gage felt like he was being incinerated from the inside out. “Why should I save you? You didn’t save me,” Abby said.

  “I tried,” Gage said to her, his voice coming out high and squeaky, as if he were a teenager still or maybe even a little girl. “I really tried to find you, but I was too young. I didn’t know what to do.”

  “I was young, too,” Abby said softly. “And he killed me. Chopped me up into little pieces and fed me to the dogs.”

  Gage said nothing. What could he say that could make it better? What could he say to be forgiven? What could he say or do to make things right? “I love you, Abby,” he finally whispered, more hot tears sliding down his face. “I always will.”

  She shook her head. “If you love me, you’ll fix it. Fix it, Gage. Fucking fix it,” Abby said. Her words echoed in his head, over and over again, while heavier footsteps crossed the floor above their heads, heading for the ceiling.

  Abby inhaled shakily and stepped inside one of the boxes against the wall. “He’s coming…he’s coming….he’s….”

  Gage sat up in bed, gasping for air and clutching his own head as the images from his dream lingered in his brain. He rubbed his eyes, which were wet from tears. At least that part was real.

  He almost jumped up in the air when he felt a soft hand touch his back before he realized that it was just Fiona. “Hey,” she whispered. “You were talking in your sleep. Everything okay?”

  Gage didn’t answer right away, focusing instead on getting air inside his lungs. “Um, yeah, yeah,” he said, clearing his throat noisily. “Just a nightmare, that’s all.”

  Fiona leaned her head against his back while she wrapped her arms around his front, tugging him closer until she was practically spooning him. “You wanna talk about it?”

  Gage didn’t know what to make of Fiona’s sudden sweetness. He wanted to just lean back into it, let her soothing compassion wash over him, but he was afraid. He didn’t want to fall into her arms only to have Fiona walk away again and leave him to crash down into the ground. She must have sensed his stiffness, as she started rubbing at his shoulders for a minute before sighing deeply and dropping a single soft kiss in between his shoulder-blades. “I’ll go make some coffee or tea,” she whispered before getting out of bed, leaving him alone in the darkness of the early morning.

  Gage sat there for a long minute, seeing Abby’s face in the shadows, before he finally got up the energy to move, quickly getting dressed and following Fiona into the kitchen.

  The television was on, muffled, tired voices of the early morning news rattling off various stories, but Gage’s mind was still full of Abby’s adult voice, Abby’s footsteps, and the footfall of the man who killed her. He couldn’t make anything else out. He sat down at the kitchen table and buried his head in his arms, staring at the shadows of his own flesh.

  Long minutes passed, ticking by without incident, before he heard something loud crash against the floor. Fiona must have dropped something, but he didn’t hear her pick it up. Instead, she increased the volume of the television. Gage finally looked up to see her standing there in front of the TV, her hand coming up to cover her mouth.

  “What is it?” Gage asked, feeling a spark of panic go up his spine. “What’s wrong?”

  “Another’s girl’s been taken,” Fiona whispered, her eyes still glued to the television even a weather report had taken over the story.

  Gage sprung up from his seat. “By…by him? The Knife? Are you sure?”

  “I can feel it,” Fiona said, her voice still not rising above a whisper. “I just know it.”

  Gage was silent a moment, staring as Fiona’s hands started to shake, her fingers visibly trembling even from a few feet away.

  “That means Tori’s dead, or she’s about to be,” Fiona murmured before stooping to the ground to pick up the broken pieces of the coffee mug she’d dropped a moment earlier.

  Gage straightened up, feeling all of his blood pump more powerfully through his whole body, readying him for war.

  No more wasting time fucking or thinking about fucking or dreaming about people who couldn’t ever come back to him. Now it was a race against the clock. “It’s time to fix it,” he murmured to himself, repeating Abby’s words from his dream. “It’s time to save her.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  Fiona’s brain wasn’t working right. That was the only thing she could think as she bent over to clean up the scraps of the mug she’d broken. That and the details about the new missing girl revolved around in her mind. This latest victim was older than the other ones, 18 years old. She was an athletic track star and a good student at the nearby high school, a rival public school to Tori’s private institution. Maybe they even knew each other.

  But even though her whole body had started shaking as she thought of the new girl tied up in a basement somewhere, being tortured alongside Tori, her brain kept going back to the sex from the night before. What the hell had she done—to Carl, to her new relationship? What was she going to do?

  The sex had been wild, totally and completely uninhibited. She felt like she cast off every last useless layer of her flesh and got to the beast beneath, the animal inside of her that didn’t care about anything other than satisfying the most basic, base desire of her heart. It was nothing like what she had with Carl. When they had sex, it was simple, safe. It was…a little bit boring, honestly. It was always the same, but even after years of having regular sex with Gage, she never knew what to expect.

  But Carl….Carl was a good man. A boring man, maybe, but stable. Predictable. Trustworthy. She knew where she stood with him. He was like a rock, a solid foundation on which she could erect her new, shiny, deceptive life, a life where she didn’t have to be the little girl in the basement who’d been so scared for so long. In contrast, Gage was a flame, hard to touch, hard to contain. But he thrilled her. He filled her with light and warmth and power. Fiona didn’t know how she could be simultaneously attracted to two entirely opposite men.

  Fiona shook her head, trying to dislodge all thoughts of her romantic quandary and focus instead on the missing girls. Nobody else was going to find them. It was on their shoulders and theirs alone. They couldn’t afford to waste time with their own stupid relationship drama when lives were at stake. We’ve already wasted time, Fiona thought, thinking back on the beautiful, amazing, terrifying night she had with Gage merely hours before. What if The Knife killed Tori while I was fucking Gage? I’ll never forgive myself. I’m dirty. I’m wrong. I’m dirty. I�
��m so bad.

  “We’ve failed her; we’ve failed her already,” Fiona said out loud, dropping the broken pieces of the mug into the trash.

  “Don’t say that,” Gage said, but his tone wasn’t particularly convincing. It was like they were thinking the same thing, feeling the same disappointment and failure and despair.

  “Well, what should I say?” Fiona asked, her irritation seeping into her voice. “Huh? What’s the situation here, Gage? We’re fucked. Let’s just be honest. We’ve got no fucking leads, and there are two girls out there, trapped with a psychopath. What the hell are we going to do?”

  “We’re going to keep our shit together, Fi,” Gage said, closing the distance between their two bodies. “We’re not going to fall apart. We’re going to keep fighting until we find them.”

  Fiona wanted to argue with him, wanted to scream and break things and push him away, but instead, she found herself folding into his body, hugging him as close to her as she could.