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turned her on.
    “Get the fuck away from my apartment,” she said.
    “Playing hard to get?”
    “Go fuck yourself.” She went to slam the door closed. Vic stopped her, by pushing his way into her apartment. The moment he stepped over the threshold, her scent saturated him, surrounded him. He felt the lightest of touches from her hand on his forearm, and Vic knew what his problem was. He knew why he was obsessed with this woman with only a glance.
    She was his fucking mate. She was the one female out of the whole world that was destined to be his. It had to be his fucking luck at finding a human bitch to be his.
    Grabbing her wrists, he pinned her up against the wall, and invaded her personal space. Surprisingly, instead of fighting him, she arched into his touch, trying to get closer to him. Her body knew that he was her mate, even if her mind couldn’t comprehend it. She wanted him, desired him, but she was fighting with herself because this was invasive, new, sudden.
    Her arousal was so damn strong that it took all his effort just to think.
    “What the hell are you doing?” she demanded.
    “I’m going to have a little taste.” He inhaled the scent coming from her neck.
    Her pupils dilated, her lips parted, and her pulse pounded. She was aroused, but she was also afraid. Good, she should be afraid of him.
    Keeping her arms locked above her head, Vic smiled as she stopped trying to fight. The woman didn’t have a clue what was happening to her body, but he did. Her body and her mind knew its master. He was the one destined to control her, to take what he liked, and to give them both pleasure and pain. The last thing Vic thought he’d find when he followed the young woman home was his mate.
    Flicking his tongue across her pulse, he heard her moan. Her body shook, and she took several deep breaths, clearly fighting whatever pull he had over her.
    But this was mate with mate, and the undeniable need to be with the other, to be claimed and owned, to dominate, to submit, raged war in both of them.
    “You know what Corruption is all about, don’t you?”
    “Yes,” she whispered. “You should let me go. You need to let me go.” She closed her eyes. “God, what is happening to me, why am I feeling this?” she said to herself.
    “Why would I let you go when your pussy is soaking wet at the idea of being with me? You may not like this, pet, but you want me. Your body know who I am, and there is no fighting it.” Keeping her hands locked above her head with one of his, Vic used his other to stroke down her arm, before resting his hand around her neck. She kept taking deep breaths as he held her. “I could kill you right now,” he murmured to himself. “Snap your thin, pretty neck with a flick of my wrist.”
    “They have sniffer dogs for men like you.”
    “You know I’m a wolf?”
    “And a biker. Only wolves and MC members hang around at Corruption, that is unless the women are being beaten.”
    “Oh, pet, you’d be surprised how many of your kind love to hurt women. They love to cause so much pain, and there are so many men and women more than happy to let them hurt them. We make them hurt, and they come while we do.” He drew his fingers down her chest to her nipple. The beaded tip pointed at him, begging him to touch. Running his palm in a small circle over the tip, her clothing obstructing his touch, Vic smiled. She gasped, trying to hide it. Instead, she was biting that lip of hers, trying not to pant for him to take more than what she was offering.
    When he was satisfied that she was in the zone, he pinched her nipple, hard. He twisted a little, and the woman in his arms splintered apart, crying out. The scent of her cream filled the air, and Vic smiled. “That’s just a taste of what I can do to your pretty little body.”
    “What do you want?”
    “If you want more, want your mate to have you getting off, come to Corruption tomorrow night. I’ll show you exactly how good I can make it for