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GARETH The fight drags on for a long time. Too long, actually, because now, I’m panting, and my Taser’s been kicked under the bed. What? I wanted to see him shake with electricity. Didn’t happen. Instead, I’m down a jacket because he grabbed it, and I had to shrug it off to escape his grip. But here I am, shoved against the bed, on my stomach. I lift myself onto my hands and knees, but he’s already behind me, kneeling, his legs trapping mine. My muscles tense as he reaches into the drawer and pulls out the ropes. Sex ropes. I googled them. It’s why they don’t bruise for long no matter how much I pull against them. I know I told him to tie me, but the idea of giving up all control sends a jolt through me. I try to elbow him, but it’s like hitting a damn wall. The guy’s all muscle, solid as stone. “Get the fuck off me,” I let out in a grunt. A low, dark chuckle rips out of him as he catches my elbow and then throws my arm away. “The more you fight, the harder I get, baby. There’s nothing