ANITA

My back hit the leather couch in Maddox’s office before I could even think about running. Festus stayed by the door for a second, watching, while Maddox crowded me, his hand still between my legs, fingers slowly pumping through the mess he had left inside me.

“You rigged the whole fucking thing,” I said, voice shaky but not as angry as I wanted it to be. The words came out breathy because his fingers kept curling just right.

Festus finally moved closer. “Yeah. I did.” He stopped a few feet away, eyes locked on where Maddox’s hand disappeared under my dress. “You’ve been strutting around the house for years...