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all been fun, having a little kink in the bedroom, but over the last year, he had become more aggressive, more demanding. When he would be in the right frame of mind, it would turn her on more than she had ever imagined. Lately though, his moods and disposition had become volatile, and that frightened her.
    “Hands behind your back, Rach.”
    Slowly, she moved and rested the backs of her hands against the curve of her waist right above her ass. That was when she felt the cool hard snap of a handcuff encircle her right wrist. Automatically, her shoulders stiffened, and she raised her head from the wall.
    Looking back over her shoulder at him, she locked eyes with hot, annoyed ones.
    “Handcuffs? I don’t think that’s a great idea.”
    His lip curled in a cruel twist as he lowered his face close to hers.
    “I don’t remember asking for your opinion. Now, turn around, and shut your mouth.”
    Biting down on her bottom lip, Rachel lowered her eyes and tried to control the shiver that racked her body. Something didn’t feel right. The way he had looked at her with a glint in his eyes that hadn’t been there before felt evil.
    “Spread your legs,” he demanded, his warm breath skating along the skin at the top of her spine.
    Opening her eyes, she slowly spread her legs as she felt him snap the left cuff around her wrist. Rachel could feel her heart beating faster, and despite her growing fear, she could feel herself becoming more and more aroused.
    When she heard him removing his jeans, she closed her eyes again, waiting for whatever he was about to do.
    “I ran into your brother today,” he said, his voice cutting through the air.
    The words were so unexpected and so inappropriate that she had no idea what to say or if she was supposed to say anything at all.
    “He’s such a player. He’s always got a new piece of pussy on his arm. Wonder what he does to make the women flock to him.”
    Rachel stiffened. Turning around, she was ready to tell him to get lost. As she faced him, he reached out, and with a strong palm to her breastbone, he pushed her hard against the wall. Looking up at him, she could feel her breathing accelerate as fear fully replaced any kind of arousal she had been feeling. Her arms hurt as he moved in close and crushed her against the wall, forcing the metal cuffs to bite into the skin on her wrists. Sliding his hand up to her neck, he squeezed as his eyes narrowed.
    “Your precious Mason told me to let you know he heard from a friend of his.”
    Rachel’s brain was trying, trying to catch up, but nothing was making sense. “You’re hurting me. Can you please move?”
    “No, I can’t fucking move, and you aren’t going anywhere either. Who’s Josh?”
    Josh? What the fuck is he talking about?
    “Josh, an old family friend, according to Mason. He told me you used to have a big old crush on him.”
    Rachel swallowed, trying to think, willing her brain to catch up. Josh? She hadn’t seen or heard from Josh in years. Yes, she’d had a crush on him in high school, but that was fucking high school.
    The man in front of her had completely morphed, and there was no way he was going to listen to her. Changing before her eyes, he had gone from a man she had found comfort with to a man she no longer knew. He had become a man who terrified her.
    “Let me go. You’re being ridiculous, and I don’t think this is the time for me to explain anything.”
    “You’re not going anywhere.” He took a step back and removed his shirt.
    Rachel looked him over as she stood there, shaking. “Well, I’m not staying here with you.” She moved to push past him and leave the room, but she didn’t get far.
    Before she knew it, he grabbed her shoulders and threw her on the bed. She landed on her back, and as he straddled her body, crushing her hands beneath her, the pain in her arms ricocheted up to her shoulders.
    “Get off me!” she yelled as she thrashed underneath him.
    “No! You’re going to fucking