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his father was capable of the crimes he’d committed?
    Did Nick have his own secrets from the past?
    What had it been like growing up with the Commander for a father? He’d been cruel to the children in the experiment. Had he been cruel to his sons, or abused them?
    Her heart raced. Yes, there was an angle she hadn’t thought of before. One everyone in Slaughter Creek would be interested in.
    “I’m not covering up for that bastard,” he said through clenched teeth. “I intend to find his victims, get treatment for them if necessary, and protect the public.”
    “Then let me help,” she said. “Some of the victims might talk to me before they would a federal agent.”
    Tension stretched between them as his gaze locked with hers. A police van pulled up and unloaded a string of prisoners, then led them through a series of gates. One of them shouted a lewd remark at her, but she ignored it.
    A muscle jumped in Nick’s jaw. “I’m warning you, Brenda, stay away from my father.”
    “Why?” Brenda asked, a challenge in her voice. “Are you afraid he’ll tell me your deep, dark secrets?”
    His fingers gripped her wrist so tightly that she bit her tongue to keep from wincing as pain ripped up her arm. A second later his gaze dropped to his hand, and he must have realized he was hurting her because he released her.
    Still, rage darkened his eyes. But he didn’t respond to her challenge. Instead, he strode down the steps, his shoes clicking on the cement.
    Brenda rubbed her wrist, curious at his reaction. She’d obviously pushed a button. That rage meant she was right—he had suffered at the hands of his father. She had no doubt.
    But how much? And what had his father done to him that he didn’t want to be revealed?

    The dim glow of the lamp on the table painted her lover’s chiseled face with a sickly yellow glow as his eyes bulged in shock. His name was Jim Logger.
    A decent name.
    But he still had to die.
    “What are you doing?” he rasped.
    His face blurred, and the Commander’s replaced it. He was hurting her. Punishing her. Laughing.
    She twisted the piano wire around Logger’s neck, tightening it with her fingers.
    The whites of his eyes bulged. “Enough, babe, please…”
    She shook her finger in his face, brushing her bare breasts against his chest. His erection stood tall and stiff below her, the cock ring holding him hard and thick, just waiting for her to climb onto him.
    She hadn’t yet decided if she would, or if she’d make him wallow in unsatisfied anticipation.
    “I can’t breathe,” he whispered.
    She ran one finger along his jaw and straddled him. “Just go with it. Soon you’ll feel the euphoria, then the hallucinations will come. Colors and images like you’ve never seen before.”
    His chest rose and fell, panic creasing his face as he struggled for air.
    The bastard had been speechless with lust when she’d performed her striptease, then undressed him.
    He’d barely blinked when she’d wound the ropes around his wrists and ankles. And he’d nearly exploded all over her face when she’d planted wet licks along the insides of his thighs as she secured his restraints.
    “Seriously,” he gasped. “Stop it and let me just fuck you.”
    Her smile faded, the pain of what the Commander had done fueling her fury. All men were like the Commander. She saw him in every face on the street.
    “No, I’m going to fuck you.” She increased the pressure against his throat. “Do you feel the high? Do you see the lights twinkling?”
    He kicked and jerked his arms, rattling the bedrails. She glanced at the clock, timing him as she impaled herself on his rigid length.
    Ten seconds, twenty…thirty…
    He jerked again, desperate to escape, but she rode him hard and fast, her senses taking over. The pressure of her orgasm rippled through her as he began to gag and choke.
    His penis was big, long, felt delicious inside her. Heat sizzled along her nerve endings, the rhythm building as she