The Dire Girl
That was all he needed.
Dane moved with terrifying efficiency. He unfastened the ropes at my ankles first, then my wrists, but only long enough to reposition me on the mattress, on my back, arms stretched above my head again, wrists rebound to a rusted pipe overhead. My clothes were stripped away with the same calm competence. Top torn the rest of the way. Bra yanked down. Jeans and underwear dragged off in one rough motion. Cool air hit my bare skin and I shivered, suddenly, humiliatingly exposed. My mind flickered with the old calculation, escape, leverage, but my body was already arching toward him, skin flushed and ready.
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