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Panic filled me.
I didn’t know this man.
But he somehow knew me.
He’d watched me, searched for me.
He’d come for me.
Yet those eyes…those eyes demanded an answer now.
“Yes,” I hissed, feeling the pressure of his thumb against my throat. “Yes, I want to be held down and fucked, and I also want to be the one using. I want—” Get her to the table. “I want to be the one in control.”
My stomach dropped.
Revulsion burned.
The mountain dropped his hand. One slow nod and he took a step backwards. Shame burned in my cheeks as he turned around and started walking.
But he didn’t leave. No, he headed for a sofa that sat along the wall, one designed to be pulled out to sleep.
“You want to use someone, Helene?” he growled and those words rolled like thunder through the room. “Then use me.”
He turned around to face me and sat. Those massive hands dropped beside him as his knees splayed wide. Shadows caressed his face, casting darkness across his mask. That skull stared back at me…daring me to move forward.
Fear pinned me to the floor where I stood.
What?
I wanted to whisper, but I knew what he’d said and also what he’d meant.
He sat there…waiting.
My cheeks burned as I stared at him.
I’d wanted to be seen…well, now he saw me.
I took a step, then another, stopping in front of him. The man never moved as I reached for my shirt and dragged it over my head. But his eyes…they gave him away, shining as I dropped the garment. Cold air licked my nipples, puckering them.
There was a tightening of his throat, trying to hide the swallow. But I saw. I affected him in ways I didn’t understand. Riven’s face pushed into my mind. For a second there was a flicker of guilt, until I shoved it away. This wasn’t about loyalty…this was about survival.
Get her to the table.
Those words haunted me, driving me to act. “You think I’m broken?” I whispered. “But I’m not. I’m here, aren’t I? I’m alive.”
He said nothing, just watched me as I neared and climbed on top of him.
A tiny scowl came, creasing the skin between his brows before it was gone.
“Say something.” I gripped the sofa on each side of him. “Do something.”
Those hard, exposed lips moved. “What would you like me to do?”
“Touch me,” I demanded as I rolled my hips, grinding myself against him. “Force me, hurt me. Do whatever you want with me.”
Stars ignited in those hard eyes. He reached up and brushed my cheek with the back of a curled finger. His knuckle came away glistening with tears I hadn’t known I’d shed. His fingers unfurled as he cupped his massive hand against my cheek.
Of all the things he could do, he chose to do…that?
