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His eyes are like pale windows to his soul. He means it… and that means fucking everything to me.
“Thank you,” I whisper, my voice breaking.
“You have a safe word.”
I nod, even though it’s not a question.
His lips tighten for a moment. “All you need to do is say it, and I’ll stop.”
I nod again. “I know. I trust you.”
He searches my face, and I can see the war inside him as the part of him that may always wonder if he’s more monster than man clawing at the walls of this thing we’ve built between us.
The trust.
The need.
The feelings that bind us together and turn our darkness into something we can both thrive on.
“I trust you, Logan,” I repeat in a broken whisper. “I need this. I need you.”
His cock starts to harden against me, but he still takes a moment, holding me tight. Then he gives in to what we both want, giving me one sharp nod before pushing me away from him.
“Run.”
The rasping command falls between us, full of dark promise, and my body reacts on pure instinct, turning away from a dangerous predator and bolting toward the door of the room.
I almost make it.
“Mine,” he growls as he catches me, taking me down to the rubber mats they’ve lined the basement gym with. “What did I fucking say?”
I gasp, fighting him hard. Squirming to get away.
He reaches a hand between my legs, grabbing my pussy as he flips me over and restrains me completely. “I’ll never let you get away. You belong to me.”
I whimper, squeezing my thighs around his hand and grinding against it, relief and arousal slamming through me so hard I start to shake with it. He’s got me face down, his body weight keeping me pinned down. It’s a position he’s taught me to break free from, but I don’t want to.
And I trust him not to let me.
“You’re mine to do whatever the fuck I want to,” he whispers in my ear, rubbing his fingers right where I need them. “And it’s making you wet, isn’t it?”
Sowet.
“Get off me,” I pant, bucking hard. Trying to roll. To jab back with my elbows. To throw him off.
None of that is my safe word, and Logan does everything I asked, letting me fight him as hard as I want without giving me an inch. It’s as if he’s inside my mind. He overwhelms me. Takes all the control, disabling each of my attacks with his greater strength, with his size and iron will and total domination.
It’s a kind of freedom I’ve never known before. I can let everything out, scream and thrash and release every bit of the choking anxiety that I was drowning in, and he’ll take it all… and still force me to submit.
He rolls his hips against my ass, grinding his rock-hard shaft against me as he teases me with his hand. “You don’t want to get away. You want to be owned. You want to be dominated. You want me to prove how far I’ll go to keep you where I want you. You want me to use you until you break.”
My voice cracks. “The whole fucking world wants to use me until I break.”
He drags me up to my knees, controlling my body with pressure holds that guarantee I can’t move in any way he doesn’t want me to.
“The whole fucking world doesn’t get to,” he growls into my ear, positioning me where he wants me and then grabbing a rubber exercise band off the wall and binding my hands behind my back with it. “Only I get to decide how to break you.”
“Do it,” I whisper, the sick, helpless feeling of worry that’s been swirling in the pit of my stomach ever since Dante left trying to inch up my throat and choke me. “Please.”
