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Not questioning it this time, he lets me go. I stand up with him, wrapping my robe around my trembling form.
I wipe my disgusting mouth and chin with my sleeve, looking up at him with unshed tears. “Why? Why do you do this to me?”
He grazes my cheek with his thumb, catching the single tear now rolling down my face.
“You’re coming down, Sweets. Let me take care of you.”
There it is. That need he has tocare. The desperation for him to make me feel loved, nurtured.
He breaks only so he can repair.
He shatters me to pieces so he can put me back together.
He wants to control and possess. He wants to know that he’s the only one who will tend to my needs from the most basic to the most shameful ones.
“You’re sick,” I spit out. “I know what you’re doing.”
“No,” he says calmly. “You think you know what I’m doing, but you’re wrong.”
Putting my hands to my temples, I rub harshly, the headache already coming. “Stop. Stop trying to get inside my head.”
“I’m trying to give you aftercare because you gave me something we both needed. I’m trying to tend to you.”
But there’s a frustration in his voice. He doesn’t try for me. He doesn’t want to.Heneedsto.
“Ella, your body is in shock.”
“Stopmanipulating me!” I shriek.
He runs a hand through his hair before sliding it to the back of his neck, massaging the stiff muscles.
“You’re sub-dropping hard. Let me shower you. Hot water will do you good.”
“No,” I snarl.
Before anything else, Chris is someone who needs to look after people. His hero syndrome has always defined his life. He can’t find satisfaction if he’s not helping.
And I don’t want him to find satisfaction.
“I need you to leave.”
“I’m not leaving you in this state.” His hard tone matches mine.
“It wasn’t a suggestion.”
He crosses his arms over his strong chest, his square figure becoming even more imposing. “Go ahead. Kick me out.”
“I don’t need strength to kick you out, Chris. The police will do it for me.”
I could slap the smug smile off his face. “What are you going to tell them? ‘I let my ex use me like a little slut and now he doesn’t want to leave?’ My cum dripped out of two of your holes tonight. Do you want me to add a third one before they arrive?”
Burning heat creeps up from my chest, itchy and uncomfortable. It flames all the way to the tips of my ears, reddening my fair cheeks on the way.
I’ve lost this fight. I lost many fights tonight, but it scathes my throat to admit defeat on this one.
“One shower and you’re leaving.”
Finally getting the answer he wanted, he softens. His arms drop, his shoulders relaxing.
