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his teeth bright in the dark. “I intend to.”
    I froze beneath him, all too aware of the hardness pressing against my inner thigh. He was still beautiful, but there was something twisted about his beauty. His eyes were clear and empty—like looking at nothing except for those thick, spidery black rims. He was cold and hard and more than a little scary.
    I tried again, my jaw clenched to keep my teeth from chattering. “Get off me.”
    “You can’t stop me, love,” he murmured, kissing the side of my neck with lips that seemed to burn. “You don’t know how.”
    My whole body was on fire—the kind of heat that comes with sexual arousal. As unpleasant as his touch was—as much as I wanted him to stop, I wanted him to continue as well. He bit me in places I didn’t know it could feel good to be bitten—places that I wasn’t sure if it actually felt good or was so painful that I was just grateful he stopped. He sucked and kissed and licked. I was going to have whisker burn on my thighs and my butt. He invaded me, slid fingers inside of me—God, in so many places—that were slick and set me literally spasming with lust. He did things I would never let anyone do—things that were borderline degrading, but he made them feel so damn good.
    I cried out when he thrust inside me, unable to distinguish between pleasure and pain. And even still, I rose up to meet his thrusts.
    I welcomed every slam of his body into mine even though my mind recoiled in horror. I didn’t want this, yet I had no control over him—and no control over the fact that regardless of what my mind wanted, my body wanted him.
    He stared down at me as he moved inside me. “We’re two of a kind, Dawnie,” He said with a smile that was smug, even menacing. He took more pleasure from knowing what he was doing to me than he did from the actual act.
    I tried to look away, but I couldn’t. I hated him. I wanted to hurt him, but he held my hands pinned above my head. I wanted to throw him off even as my thighs tightened around his hips. I was throbbing—literally pulsing between the legs. The harder he thrust inside me, the more I welcomed the pain, the more I wanted. I was battered. I was bruised, and I was so close to climax I couldn’t stand it.
    “You can’t stop me,” he taunted, quickening his movements. I couldn’t turn away from the dark brush of his breath. God, it was like death. “I’m coming, Dawnie. I’m coming and you can’t stop me.”
    I looked him straight in those scary eyes. “Yes, I can.”
    I woke up shuddering—little shocks spasming between my legs. I might have stopped him from coming, but I hadn’t been able to stop myself.

Chapter Three
    I was going to puke.
    Poor Fudge leaped off my bed with a perturbed mewl as I frantically tossed back the blankets and swung my shaking legs over the side of the bed.
    I just made it to the bathroom. I retched until my stomach muscles felt like they were cramping. When my gut finally calmed down, I grabbed a wad of toilet paper and ripped. I wiped my mouth as the dispenser continued to spin. I flushed and used the vanity for support as I stood upright to look at my tear-streaked face in the mirror.
    There was blood on my mouth. Sniffing, I wiped it—and the little piece of TP stuck to it—away with one hand while the other wiped at my watery eyes. I leaned into the sink to get a better look in the mirror.
    My bottom lip was cut. I must have bit it during the dream. That would explain why my mouth felt so swollen and the musty taste on my tongue.
    The thing in my dream couldn’t have done it. It hadn’t felt like an Oneroi—a creature of the Dream Realm—yet it hadn’t felt quite human either. I must have conjured it myself—a manifestation of guilt and anger brought on by my conversation with Ivy. That was why I hadn’t been able to stop it.
    There was a knock on the bathroom door. A low, muffled voice penetrated the wood. “Dawn, you okay?”
    It was Lola. Shit, I had