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The note said attic stairs, end of the hall. Don't turn on the light. I took two pills. Drank enough to forget my own name. By the time I climbed those stairs in the dark, I was harder than I'd been in years. I'd come to meet a girl named Kaylee. She'd been sexting me for two weeks. She'd told me to wait for her in the dark. The door clicked shut behind me. I called her name. Silence. Then a body slammed into my back. Taller than me. Wider. Strong enough that my elbows did nothing when I drove them into his ribs. He took me to the floor in three seconds. My chin split on the wood. His knee landed on my lower back. His hand pressed my cheek into the floorboards. "She's already here, Sawyer." His mouth at my ear. "She's been here the whole time." He licked the blood off my chin. My body locked up. He read the freeze as a yes. I came undone harder than I ever had. I still don't know his name. ❤️‍🔥 CHAPTER 1 I push the door wider. Megan's hair hangs in her face, swinging with the rhythm of her head as it bobs between the legs of whoever's sitting on the edge of the bathtub. Her knees are on the tile. Her hands are gripping his thighs. Then I see whose thighs they are. Cade Ellory looks up at me over the top of her head. His hand rests on the back of her skull. Blue eyes lock onto mine, and he doesn't push her off or cover himself. He just holds my gaze as if he was... expecting me. "Megan." She doesn't hear me. Or she does and she doesn't care. I raise my voice. "Get up. Now." She jerks back, mascara smeared. "Sawyer — I didn't—" I grab the back of her shirt collar and haul her to her feet and out the door in one motion. She stumbles into the hallway behind me, already crying. I step into the bathroom and slam the door shut. Cade tilts his head back against the tile. He looks at me like I should be flattered. "She came to me. For the record." I hit him across the jaw so hard my knuckles split. His head snaps sideways. Blood blooms from his lower lip — and he laughs. A short, breathless sound. Then he's on his feet and we're tangled in the narrow space between the bathtub and the sink. He catches my second punch and shoves me into the mirror. The glass cracks behind my skull. I drive my knee into his ribs and he folds. He grabs my shirt and pulls me down with him. We hit the tile hard. "There he is." Blood runs down his chin. His eyes are bright, dilated, alive. "I missed this version of you." "Shut your mouth." I slam my fist into his side. He twists underneath me — and that's when I feel it. He has been hard the whole time. He never went down. Now his hips are pressed against mine through denim while I'm pinned on top of him on the bathroom floor. My body responded before my brain could shut it down. His mouth curves into the worst smile I've ever seen. I hit him so hard his head bounces off the tile. Then I shove off him and stagger to my feet and walk out without a word. The heat in my stomach doesn't fade. It sits there, low and patient, like it's always been there and I've only just noticed. Read Hurt Me Like You Need Me now 🔥