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Shai lowered himself on top of me, his skin bare as he nudged my

thighs apart with his knees, his stiff cock coming to rest in the cleft of my ass without any barrier of fabric between us. “But where’s the fun in that.”

I didn’t respond, too preoccupied by his shift in position which brought

the head of his cock close to its target. “Tell me you’re at least using lube.” I didn’t bother asking about a condom. I assumed it would have been a waste of breath.

Shai’s tongue dipped into my ear. “Of course, I am. What do you take

me for? I’m not a monster.”

Not a monster? Right! Current evidence said otherwise. I sank my teeth

into the back of my hand as his cock breached me, pain lancing through my abdomen.

I knew enough about the other side of anal to know that tensing up

would only make it worse. Therefore, I breathed through it, staying as loose-limbed and fluid as possible as Shai pushed deeper, his groan of approval making me want to throw up.

At least face-down, I didn’t have to look at him. In fact, in some ways it

was easier than the previous night had been. All I had to do was lie there and take it, safe in the knowledge as he thrust into my body that it wouldn’t last forever. There was pain, but it wasn’t the intense pain of the beatings McIntyre had doled out.

I wasn’t concerned that any of Shai’s thrusts would leave me with

irreparable damage. It might leave bruises, Shai’s fingers digging hard into my hips as he fucked me, but they’d heal a damn sight faster than those left by boots and fists. I smothered a smile in my elbow. At what point had I climbed so deep down the wormhole that I would happily choose rape over a beating?

Shai was getting close now. I could feel it in the tension of his body plastered against mine, and the way his moans of pleasure had turned decidedly guttural. I just needed to endure a bit longer. Pain had turned to discomfort, my body adapting to his thrusts. He’d claimed he could go all night, but I doubted that was true. It had been nothing but provocation to make me fight, to turn seduction into what he wanted it to be—something far darker and twisted.

“Tell me you love me fucking you, Elijah. Tell me you like the feel of my cock inside you.”

Why the fuck not? If it made him happy and he came quicker, I was all for it. “I love you fucking me. Your cock’s so big.”

Shai’s hips sped up, and I winced as he rammed into me. Less than a minute passed before he let out a long groan, his hips jerking as he filled me with the cum he’d promised earlier. He seemed in no hurry to move, his body a solid, sweaty weight on top of mine, his cock slipping out of my ass as he went soft.

I focused on the remnants of the suit strewn across the carpet. Due to Shai’s haste in getting me out of it, it was ruined. “I’ve never owned a suit like that before.”

Shai stirred, resting his forehead on the nape of my neck as he wrapped his arms around me. His voice when he spoke, was rough and full of satiation. “I’ll buy you another one. I’ll buy you ten suits if that’s what you want.”

Ten suits! But at what cost? I’d just paid part of the price, but that was probably just the tip of the iceberg.

“Elijah?”

I turned my head to the side, the handle of the knife mocking me with its close proximity. “Yeah?”

“Thank you for a lovely date.”

I wanted to laugh. A lovely date? He’d threatened to poison me, confessed to an incestuous relationship with his mother, made me fight him, and then taken me against my will. If he thought that was how dating worked, he really was fucking crazy.

Shai

THE CAFÉ WAS A COMPLETE DIVE , the tables cultivating the kind of stickiness that could only come from years of repeated use without adequate cleaning. They were offset by walls so grimy that the once white paint was more of an off yellow. Needless to say, it wasn’t my sort of place. The waitress approaching the table had her notebook held in front of her as if it was some sort of weapon, her mousy brown hair doing its best to escape from the tight bun she’d scraped it into.

Her eyes didn’t quite meet mine as she collected a menu from an empty table and held it out. “There’s no omelets today. Egg delivery didn’t come.”

I eyed the stained laminate in her hand with distaste. When she didn’t take the hint, I pushed her arm away rather than touching the menu. “I won’t be ordering anything. I’m here for a meeting and I expect it to be extremely brief.”

She dropped the menu in the middle of the table. “I’ll leave this here for your friend when they get here. They might be hungry.”