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I went to my best friend’s birthday dinner with one thing on my mind—taking what’s hers. The second I slid into the backseat with her boyfriend, I could feel his desire simmering beneath that weak-willed loyalty. Poor thing. He tried to resist when I brushed my hand against him, but I could see right through him. He wanted this—he’s wanted me for a while now. His hesitation was almost amusing. All it took was a whisper in his ear, a slow caress, and he was mine, falling into my web like the pathetic creature he is. I watched the guilt flicker in his eyes, but it was gone the moment I commanded him to give in. And there, with my best friend oblivious in the front seat, I broke him. I took what I wanted, all while she sat completely unaware of the chaos unfolding behind her. A delicious little secret.