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took another wobbly step back
but he grabbed her arm, tossing her onto the ground, towering over her while
his chest rose and fell, the air audibly filtering through his flaring
nostrils.
    A burst of
laughter escaped her lips.
    “Bitch,” he hissed
and climbed on top of her, sitting on her chest and pinning her to the floor. He
fumbled with his belt buckle and unzipped his pants.
    “You put that in
my mouth and I will bite it off,” Jessica said.
    His eyebrows rose
and his lips parted in disbelief.
    Jessica’s jaw clenched
and she glared at him in silence.
    He slowly zipped
his pants and stood. Without a word, he stormed out of the room.
     

Chapter
5
     
    Ty stormed into
the control room and paced back and forth like a caged animal, watching Jessica
lying motionless on the floor.
    “I will get what I
want!” He ran his shaking hands through his hair. “In here, I’m God,” he
snarled at her image. Wildcat.
    Not only was she a
fighter, but she proved to be resourceful as well and she had the balls to
laugh at him. No one had ever done that before. They all sniveled, whimpered,
or begged, but not Jessica Connor, not the one woman who set his skin on fire
and made his entire frame tingle with desire. Not the one woman he would give
his left arm to hear whisper his name. The one woman that drove him absolutely
mad, and he hadn’t even had her yet.
    He needed to tame
her and the sooner, the better; because he wasn’t sure how long he’d be able to
resist the feelings brewing below the surface of his skin.
    He slumped in the
seat and scanned the monitors. Four of the fifteen monitors had occupants, a
man and three women including Jessica. The rest of the monitors displayed empty
holding cells, hallways and the filming rooms for both the sex and snuff tapes
they made.
    A master at
editing, Ty crafted some of the finest underground porn from the footage
captured in the complex and with the public’s appetite for black market videos,
they consistently sold out as fast as he could produce the twisted motion
pictures under the Dark Dreams label.
    The only camera
free area besides the control room was the prisoner’s bathrooms and Ty fought
long and hard for that right, finally winning out over his step-brother’s will
on the basis of money. That crusade ended up biting him on the ass and neither
Frank nor Marian let him live it down.
    Money wasn’t his
driving factor; he enjoyed the game. The perverse sense of power, of control he
held over his victims, playing God with their lives. He found that unless
someone else’s life was on the line, the prisoner could be stubborn and
unyielding. But the moment he showed them the acquisition of someone they cared
about, that was the catalyst to breaking their spirit. Guilt was a powerful
leverage tool and once their will broke, they became puppets, doing anything he
desired. And the sex was unbelievable, especially when they begged. That was the
ultimate high for him, or had been until now.
    His eyes snapped
back to Jessica’s monitor.
    Even with the
devious vocation Frank threw him into, he had a strict list of rules he played
by and there were many instances his stepbrother insisted he break them, but Ty
refused. Until Jessica.
    Until Jessica, he
wouldn’t go a mile near anyone with kids, but the moment he saw her, he had to
have her and that rule went by the wayside. Until Jessica, he always got rid of
the significant other. If the prisoner had a relationship, girlfriend or
boyfriend or husband or wife, that person was doomed when the kidnapping
occurred, but not in her case. Ty refused to kill her family. Hurting children?
No way in hell and he was not leaving them without parents either.
    Frank had been
livid but he got over it when the news reports died down into obscurity.
    He watched her on
the floor and began to wonder if bringing her in had really been a wise
decision, especially in light of the tornado sweeping through him every time he
looked at her. He shook the