“You want me,” I whisper. “Because I’m dangerous. Because I could snap your spine and instead—I’m holding you like this. Because there’s something inside you just as fucked as what livesin me.”
She lets out a sound, half moan, half sob.
And I bite her neck.
Not to hurt.
To mark.
She gasps, hips rolling forward, chasing friction.
Her breath stutters. Her nails still grip my chest, trembling. Her lips are parted, glossy with the kiss she’s still too ashamed to beg for.
But she does it anyway.
“I—” Her voice is broken. Quiet. Her pride twisting against her ribs like barbed wire.
“Say it,” I murmur again, lips brushing hers. “Don’t make me take it from you.”
She closes her eyes, exhales hard, then looks up at me. Burning. Desperate.Real.
“It turns me on,” she breathes. “God—you turn me on.”
My chest tightens at the sound of her voice, the ache in it, the shame-licked hunger.
Her next words come out in a whisper so vulnerable it tastes like surrender.
“Touch me.”
I still.
Not from hesitation. From reverence.
She swallows hard, voice trembling as she repeats it.
“Please. Touch me.”
I groan, low and guttural, dragging my mouth to her neck again, biting down harder this time, just shy of a bruise.
“Fuck,” I rasp against her throat. “You don’t even know what you’re asking for.”
She whimpers. Writhes in my lap. Her fingers claw at the back of my neck, pulling me closer like she wants to be devoured.
And I can’t help the next words that come out, dark andtwisted and absolutely true.
“I bet,” I whisper, “if I dragged you down into that cell right now... it would turn you on.”
She shudders violently in my arms.
“You’d hate every second of it. The fear. The chains. The lack of control.But your body?” I bite her ear gently. “Your body would fucking sing for it.”
A sound tears out of her throat, somewhere between a sob and a gasp.
And I keep going.
“Because it’s not about being hurt,solnyshko,” I growl. “It’s about being helpless. It’s about trusting the monster and not knowing if he’ll give you pleasure or pain.”
Her nails sink into my shoulders, and I let her dig deep. I want the pain. I want the proof.
