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more inhibited than this.
    There was no mistaking his pleased expression or lusty gaze.
    "How do they look?" I asked.
    "Fucking awesome, baby. Dayum . Come a little closer..." His lips parted, tongue practically hanging.
    "You'll never have me again, Chase. You blew it the last time." I straightened my bra and wriggled into my dress.
    Gloating, chuckling, I headed out.
    "Cunt," he said under his breath.
    You really should get your mind out of the gutter, Chase.
    And that night, I devised a new plan.
    I crept through the shadowy corridor to Chase's lair.
    He was asleep, understandable since it approached midnight. The timing couldn't have been better.
    I hooked my fingers beneath the waistband of Chase's boxers, inched them past his slim hips, freeing his dick and balls. I rubbed, fondled his junk and these manipulations thickened his prick.
    My hand enclosed his semi-erect cock—and the games began.
    He groaned, shifted.
    As I worked his dick, it lengthened, swelled, tightened to a rigid, throbbing bundle of lust.
    Chase sipped in a hasty breath. "Oh, baby. Yeah —"
    I moved my hand faster up and down the shaft while he thrust in response.
    "Please baby, get on top and ride it. God dammit— I wanna fuck you ."
    I gave a slow shake of my head and pumped his cock with longer, tighter strokes.
    His cock twitched as it prepared to spurt. Jeesh. How big it looked; a grotesque display of male sexuality.
    " Oh... jeez, oh, oh, oh, yeah. Almost there ." He writhed; his broad chest, flat stomach heaved with labored breathing.
    While he teetered on the verge of climax, I left his bed, smiling to myself at his anguish.
    What made it more hilarious? He couldn't use his hand to finish.
    "Get the fuck back here and finish me. My balls are killing me!"
    Gratified, I closed the door, shutting out his complaints.
    * * * *
    E arly morning sunlight peaked on the horizon as I left to visit Allison.
    I found out the reason why Chase and his wife had abandoned their trip. Chase and Sherrie had argued incessantly during their vacation, so they decided to return home. They'd been fighting over me, according to Allison's mother, who learned these details from police and others. Supposedly Chase had mentioned my pregnancy to Sherrie, admitting he'd been unfaithful, choosing to break the news during their vacation—of all times. Only Chase would think of doing such a thing.
    Sherrie, spooked from the earlier obvious break-in, panicked when she woke and heard noises downstairs. That's when she grabbed the gun and shot Allison.
    As for Allison, she'd been comatose for almost three weeks. I had reason to lose hope, for Dr. Watson said the powerful antibiotics weren't helping Allison's infection, likely because of her weakened liver.
    She lay on the threshold of septic shock. A fatal condition.
    And I—I felt nothing. Only a dark hollow space dwelled within me, though it grew big enough to crush my heart.
    Swallowed everything. Left nothing .
    When I got home and saw Chase, pure mind-altering rage replaced numbness. The kind of rage that shattered inherent virtues, made you forget who you were, erased civility from existence.
    I glowered as he lay tethered to the bed. My body quaked with the effort to subdue murderous impulses.
    "Someone need a hug?" His lips formed a caustic smile, his words especially cutting—considering where I'd been.
    "Remember the night at the club?" I said. "Did you have it planned the whole time to seduce me? To use me?"
    "Uh." He chuckled and arched a brow. "No comment."
    "Seriously?"
    "Look, I'm a guy. What do you expect?" His expression turned serious.
    A random, crazed snicker escaped me. "You think— just because you have a prick—it gives you the right to treat women like whores?" I knew my eyes were bulging at this point. I didn't give a fuck. Mounting rage would soon be out of my control—but again—I didn't give a fuck.
    "No." He spoke slowly, cautiously. "I don't think it gives me the right—"
    "Yes goddammit!