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Chapter Eighteen

Hallie

Isqueezed my eyesshut, not wanting to see my own face reflected back at me in the mirror. I felt like I was betraying that person by giving in to Tam’s demands, but what choice did I have?

“You’re a fucking prick, do you know that?” I snarled.

“You can think that about me, if you want, but why don’t you also consider that you might just enjoy it.”

“I won’t,” I said, resolutely.

“Don’t be so sure. Haven’t I already shown you the numerous different ways I know how to pleasure you? Why would I be wrong about this?”

I didn’t want to admit it, but he had a point. I felt myself softening.

“Is...is it going to hurt?” I dared to ask.

“Not if you do as I say. But sometimes a little pain is a good thing. It can heighten the senses and make everything else more intense.”

Everything already was intense. How much more could it get?

“I can show you, if you like,” he said and released his hold on my arms.

Panic fluttered inside me, and my breath hitched.

“No, wait—”

He smacked my arse cheek, and I jolted forwards, automatically placing my palms on the cold marble of the sink.

“Nice.” He smacked me again, a sharp sting flaring through my skin. “Good and pink. My handprint on my property.”

“I’m not your property,” I hissed. But how could I feel any kind of power when I was in this position?

His fingers grazed over my back hole, and I froze.

He chuckled. “No one’s ever touched you here either, am I right?”

He was right. “None of your business.”

A squirt of something cold and wet hit my skin, and I squealed.

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