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Feelings of rage and anger consume me. It’s my emotion, not his. This is that foreign entity I’ve been sensing…except, perhaps, it’s not foreign at all.

It’s me…my feelings are surfacing.

My fingers curl into her hips. “Lincoln.” She manages to pull off my lips long enough to capture a breath. “Please stop.”

I quirk my head and appreciate her eyes—a perfect mix of fear and desire. “I don’t want to stop,” I say, breathless.

I slip my hand up her dress and she opens her thighs, giving me access to her. I brush my lips against her cheek, wanting that perfect cunt.

“Who are you?” she finally whispers between our desperate kisses. “You have to explain yourself, Lincoln.”

I’m so fucking hungry for her, I’d ravish her with my eyes if she’d look at me, but she keeps her gaze down on her legs as she lifts them up and down my leg to distract herself. It’s smart of her; my vision starts blurring, shifting, morphing…twitching.

I suck in a breath and swallow down these chaotic desires. I’m stronger than this; I’m stronger than him.

“I understand you have questions, and when I’m inclined, I’ll give you answers. For now, you will have to trust that I don’t want to hurt you.”

Her eyes finally flick up to mine and her pupils dilate. “Trust you?” she hisses. “You killed a girl. You’re a murderer, and I shouldn’t even be here.”

I give her a deviant smile and cup her cheek. “Do not pretend that you care about anyone else other than me and you, baby. If you did, you wouldn’t be spreading your perfect legs for me right now, would you?”

“I won’t spread my legs for you anymore,” she says, clenching her fists. “I already told you to stop.”

I step back and take a calm, deep breath. “I’m not sure when you’re going to realize you have no control right now. I own your mind, Summer Landry. When I ask you to open your legs, you open your fucking legs.”

She draws in a quick breath, pulls back slightly, then regains her composure. Holding on to the desk, she softly curses. “I’ll scream. I’ll let everyone in this building know what you’re doing.”

I lean toward her ear and whisper, as I have so many times before, “Do it. Summer…scream right now. If you do, I’ll unleash him. And wasn’t it just last night you were professing your love for me? Didn’t you say you’d do anything for me?”

Her face contorts as if it pains her to do it, but she leans back and lifts her dress just over her thighs, spreading her gorgeous legs wide.

Something within me snaps.

A split second of true satisfaction washes over me as I look at her splayed out. He wasn’t the only one who whispered to her in her sleep the nights we stalked her room.

I was there, too.

I had a goal of seeing if it’s possible to have total mind control over someone.

Apparently, it is possible…

I slip my fingers around her lace and pull down her panties, slipping them down so they wrap around her thigh, and shove two fingers inside her. Her eyes widen, but she moans, arching her back.

Slowly, ever so slowly, I let Mikael back in. His fusion is the final touch I need, like I can truly do anything. Pure power hums through me. This novel sensation of feeling everything.

“Just relax, baby,” I breathe into her mouth, and for a moment, our air is intertwined.

She tenses, but I press my thumb over her clit, which calms her down. I rub my thumb in a circular motion, but she’s already glistening.

Mikael withers inside me, having his psychotic meltdown because I still have control. His emotional tantrum is pushing every button.

His voice echoes around me. Jagged and half-formed thoughts.

“So pretty.”

“Mine.”

“Mine.”