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But if it’s a choice between nothing and something, I already know what I’m going to pick. Because I’m already in too deep.
Too addicted to his darkness.
“Yes.”
Heat pulses in my core as his fingers tighten around my neck, just enough to remind me who’s in control. My back is pressed against the cool glass of the window, the chill biting into my skineven through my clothes, but the heat radiating off Mal burns through everything else.
His thumb strokes the side of my throat. It’s a deceptively gentle gesture. There’s nothing remotely gentle about Mal tonight. I know he’s about to release whatever safety catch he’s been holding and finally show me the full depths of his darkness.
“You really want this, Freya?” His voice is low, rough, his breath hot. “Do you honestly know what you’re asking for?”
I try to swallow, but his grip tightens, and my pulse quickens under his hand. My mind is a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts, but my body—God help me—knows exactly what it wants. I don’t care about the consequences right now. I’m addicted to him, to the way he makes me feel like I’m teetering on the edge of danger.
“I’m still here,” I whisper, my voice shaky but resolute.
A low growl escapes his throat, and his hand tightens around my neck, pulling me closer to him until there’s barely any space between our bodies.
“Remember your fucking safe word,” he rasps viciously, his lips brushing against the shell of my ear.
Neon.
His words sink in, the promise in them both thrilling and terrifying. I don’t back down. I’m too far gone, too wrapped up his dark allure to turn away now.
I’ve always known that he held something dangerous inside him that could break me. Yet here I am—wanting more.
Needingmore.
His other hand slides down my side, his fingers digging into my hip with bruising force as he presses me harder against the glass. The coolness of the window contrasted against the heat between us reminds me just how trapped I am—caught between the safety of pulling away and the danger of falling deeper into him.
I tilt my head back, exposing my throat to him, silently inviting whatever comes next. His breath hitches, and for a moment, I think I see vulnerable uncertainty flicker in his eyes. But it’s gone in an instant, replaced by that same relentless, intense need to dominate and to control.
He leans in, his lips brushing over my jawline, teasing, taunting. I can feel the raw hunger radiating off him, the darkness that he’s been keeping at bay finally being allowed to break free. His teeth graze my skin and I shiver, my heart racing as he takes what he wants, unrestrained.
I know I should want more from him. I should want the vulnerability, the connection. But right now all I want is to drown in him, to let him take whatever he needs from me because, in some twisted way, it feels like the only thing that’s real.
His hand slides lower, his grip on me tightening as he growls against my skin. “You’remine, Freya. Don’t forget that.”
The words are rough, savage, and they send a shiver down my spine.
So does what happens next.
He hooks his fingers into the neck of my t-shirt. His muscles bulge as his arm suddenly jerks down, ripping the fabric from my body with a force that stuns me. I blink, choking in surprise.
But Mal is just getting started.
He yanks the shirt the rest of the way off, tossing it aside before his hand brutally returns to my chest. I wince, whining in pain and pleasure together as he roughly cups my breasts, pinching and twisting the nipples through my black lacy bra.
He yanks the bra down, spilling my breasts free before his fingers mercilessly find a nipple again. I cry out as he grabs hold of the barbell through it, twisting until my breath catches and my back snaps rigid as hot electricity zaps through my core.
Suddenly his grip on my throat is guiding me, pushing me down. I drop to my knees on the floor as Mal reaches for his belt. He unbuckles and removes it, his eyes never leaving mine and his hand never leaving my throat.
When he loops the belt around my neck, my eyes bulge.
“Mal—”
“You can say that safe word at any time and pray to whatever god you want that I’ll fucking listen. Until then, you’re mywhore.Is that understood?”
The pure, unadulterated, unhinged lunacy and sheer power in his tone sucks the air from my lungs.
