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No. But if anyone can get this out of me and patch up the hole it leaves, it’s Corvin.
“The marks on your neck. Did they choke you or were they holding you down?”
My nostrils flare, and I close my eyes. “Holding me down.”
“Did you like it?”
I snap them open and dig my fingers into his shoulders. Corvin doesn’t flinch.
“Shiloh.” His hands travel up my back to cup my neck. “Did it feel good, or did it scare you?”
“I didn’t want it.”
He drags my forehead to his, and we’re too close for me to see his expression clearly.
“That’s not what I asked. Did it scare you or excite you? The body doesn’t always listen to our minds.”
Doesn’t that make it more fucked up?
I shake my head, but he brings a hand up to wrap around my throat.
“You like when I hold you like this. All I’d have to do is apply a little bit of pressure, and your airway would be compromised. I know what I’m doing, but I’m willing to bet they didn’t. Tell me, sweetheart, are you afraid of what I might do, or does it turn you on?”
“It’s not the same,” I say. “If I say no, you’ll stop.”
“You told them to stop.”
It’s not a question. An observation.
“I still went looking for it.”
“Did you tell them to ignore you if you said no?”
“I told them I was free reign. Up for anything.”
There isn’t even time for me to take a breath before Corvin drags my mouth to his. It’s messy, downright filthy, and I take every ounce of it because he feels too damn good to resist.
A firm slap lands on my ass, and I moan just as dirty into his mouth.
“You’re mine,” he rumbles into the kiss. “Mine to fuck, to break, to mend.”
The warmth is burning hot now. My boxers are damp enough that if I sat down, Corvin would feel it through our clothes.
“They hurt me,” I gasp, breaking away. “But it wasn’t good like you. It didn’t make me feel better. It just made me feel…”
“Violated?”
Emotions well up behind my eyes. “I consented.”
He grips the back of my head with a tight fist. “You revoked that consent. This wasn’t a mistake you made. You were raped. I know you hate that. Hate having your power taken.”
I shake my head, and it stings from his grip. “You take from me all the time.”
“Only what you’re willing to give me. The power in this relationship is yours.”
It feels like my chest collapses, completely caving in on itself. This isn’t the first time he’s said something in the vein, that I’m in control even when I give it up.
Because my needs are always on his mind. Even if it’s his pleasure he’s seeking, it’s always about me.
