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“Good… Because that’s off the table,” he responds. “From now on, Indigo, you’re my property. You touch another man and I’ll chop off the body parts you touched. And I don’t talk to or touch another woman.”
He leans his weight over me, the prod of his thick erection against my ass making my body feel light as air.
“Grey…”
“It’s Greyson to you when I fuck you. And did I make myself clear enough? You touch a man other than me with the knowledge that I will rip him to pieces if you do. We’re going to figure this out as I train you to be my obedient little slave.”
“Um, do I get a say in this?”
His tongue licks my ear as his uncivilized erection pushes angrily into my ass from beneath his pants. The growl of an animal makes my body quiver. “No. You donot.”
“Monogamy?” I manage, the words emerging in a high-pitched whisper as he presses his full weight onto my back. “That sounds like you’re wandering dangerously close torelationship material. I thought you were toostuntedfor that,” I sneer, trying my best to give him attitude despite the fact that I literally can’t move… but unlike the last time a man held my limbs down, stopping me from getting away, I’m not afraid.
Not one little bit…
After Micah, sex with Kohl, no matter how gentle, made me break out into a cold sweat, my skin crawling at times as it triggered memories of the man that came before him.
And now with Grey, a man so much stronger and more dominant, any fear I feel is steeped in arousal. Yearning. Hunger for him.
I don’t understand why.
“I intend to get help,” he responds. “I'm going to go to therapy.”
The words stun me.
“Well, that’s reassuring,” I scoff anyway, trying to ignore the wrathful pulse of his cock against me. “Every woman wants to start a weird undefined relationship with the guy saying he’s so messed up that he’ll need therapy to get through it.”
“Not just me,” he replies. “Bothof us are going. You don’t get a choice in that.”
My blood runs cold at the audacity of the man. “What?!”
As his lips slowly streak across the side of my cheek, I can’t help but close my eyes for a moment, wishing I could press my fingers to my clit to help relieve the pressure building. What’s more, unlike the other men I've been with, I know he’d approve. In fact, I think he’d like it.
“You heard,” he whispers against me, gently pulsing the rigid column of his erection against me. “You’ve been through a lot this year. You need therapy. We both do. I’ll pay for it.”
“Well, you don’t get to decide whether I get therapy or not!”
“Yes, I do. We’re going to—”
“To what?! Be in a relationship? Work each other out of our systems?”
“I don’t know yet,” he snarls. “My obsession with you doesn’t help me to think rationally. In fact, every single fucking thing about you has been a pain in the ass since the first minute we met.”
“You’re such an asshole,” I mutter as he twists his wrist, rendering his grip on my hair less merciful.
“An asshole who will make you come so hard that you can’t speak once I’m done.”
“Hey, don’t do me any favors,” I snap. “I don’t even know if I want a fuck buddy as emotionally stunted as you.”
He presses himself into me harder, pulling my hair back as his lips kiss the side of my face. “That’s not what this is.”
“Oh, yeah? Then what is it?”
“I don’t know yet… But what I do know—”
“Ow!”
“Is that you even touch another man, I will bury his body in the ground and leave his head out so that he can watch me fuck you in every position.”
