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“You surprised me,” he says, and I glance over to see him looking at me, but his eyes are unfocused. It’s as if he’s lookingthroughme, lost in a memory. “I had just ended my previous—for lack of a better word—relationship.”
I frown as my brows dip in confusion.What the hell does that mean?
“Then there you were.” A sinister smile tugs at his lips, and my heart drops to my stomach. “Your innocence was like spilled blood in shark-infested waters. I thought there could not have been anyone more perfect for me.”
Despite the warm afternoon sunlight pouring through the wall of windows, darkness lingers between us. A chill brushes over the base of my spine as I try to convince myself that the man I fell in love with wouldn’t hurt me. But the truth is he hurt me that day before he walked out. Now I wonder if that was just a preview of the man sitting less than two feet from me now?
I thought about what I would say to Victor if I had the chance to confront him, but now, I’m torn. Part of me wants to bolt for the door, but another part of me is determined to have her say.
I square my shoulders. “I think you used my inexperience to manipulate me into submission,” I state. Victor quirks a brow. “Someone has been doing her research.”
He’s right. I’ve seen the movies and read the books. I did my research and gathered enough information to know we would never be compatible. While I thought his dominance in bed was hot, I have my limits. Controlling, cheating, and cruelty are all a hard no for me.
“Just because I’ve allowed you to control most of our relationship doesn’t make me a submissive,” I assert.
No, it just makes you a fool.
“Allowed?” He tilts his head as if it’s the most idiotic thing he’s ever heard. “Whether you like it or not, Makayla, you’re very much a submissive.” I shake my head, wanting to argue, but he presses on. “What else did your little Google search tell you about me?”
That you’re a narcissistic sociopath. According to Google, of course.I lift a careless shoulder, though my heart is trying to beat itself out of my chest. “You’re a Dominant.”
“But you already knew that,” his tone is accusatory. “Were you hoping for Christian Gray?” He quirks a brow.
Victor isn’t the type to make jokes, so his quip surprises a laugh out of me. “I’m not, nor will I ever be, interested in a Dom/sub relationship.”
“Me either. My desires—my needs—are far beyond the scope of that. There are too many rules. I prefer something more… aggressive.”
A strangled gasp expels from my throat as I jerk to my feet and move to the other side of the room, putting some space between us. “Are you saying…?” I blink, unable to form the words.
“I’m not a rapist,” he states, but it doesn’t ease the trepidation spreading through my chest. “There are plenty of women out there who are more than willing to satisfy my needs.”
For once, I decide to keep my mouth shut. I don’t want to know what he’s been doing with other women.
The less you know, the better, Makayla.
At this point, I feel sick and extremely uncomfortable in my own skin. Maybe I’ve been looking at this all wrong. His behavior toward me the last couple months wasn’t about control or the need to dominate me—degrade me. Maybe it isn’t even about my willingness to submit. Victor is a predator—admittedly—and there are women out there willing to be preyed upon.
Is this just a kink? Or is it something deeper, more sinister?
An image of Victor’s cruel face as he savagely shoved his cock down my throat flashes through my mind and I shudder. He’s notFifty Shades, he’sAmerican Psycho.
I’m no longer interested in Victor’s dark desires. The sooner I can get out of here and away from him, the better.
There’s just one burning question I need him to answer. “Why did you stay with me, knowing I couldn’t…?” I gesture wildly, not wanting to finish that thought.
“Because I like variety,” he replies, rising from the sofa. “I wanted you from the moment I saw you, and when I walked into the classroom, there you were, front and center. So young and innocent. Naïve. The perfect little plaything. Bright-eyed and eager to please. The perfect submissive. It was as if you’d been handed to me on a silver platter.”
What the fuck?I scoff in disgust. “How poetic.” He shrugs as if he hasn’t just rocked me to my core. “I won’t lie and say I didn’t feel the urge to bend you just a little.” He gives me a wry grin.
“Is this where I’m supposed to thank you for not dragging me into your dark world of depravity?”
He moves so fast that I don’t have a chance to flinch. One hand fists in my hair, the other around my throat, his nose pressed against mine. I wrap my fingers around his wrist, my nails digging into his flesh as I try to pry his hand from my throat. “Do you have any idea how lucky you are?” he grits out, his voice low and menacing. “Do you want to know how many times I’ve wanted to tie you down, put my hands around your throat, and fuck you while your body jerked beneath me, fighting for breath?” He inhales sharply through his nose. “I want nothing more than to watch my cock pounding into your needy little pussy as you stare up at me with those wide blue eyes.”
A tear slips from the corner of my eye and rolls down the side of my face.
He catches it with his tongue. “Mmm. Your fear makes me so hard. What I wouldn’t give to get drunk on your tears as they spill from your pleading eyes, silently begging me for just one. More. Breath.” He punctuates those last three words with a short, sharp inhale, mocking me. “And just as the darkness creeps to the edges of your vision, I would come so hard and sink my teeth into your flawless skin.”
My chest heaves with each sharp inhale of breath through my nose, my body trembling as every vicious word sears into my brain. I don’t have to wonder if he’s done those things to someone else.
