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He withdrew his thumb, swapping hands so that the thumb I’d just got good and wet was pushed into my ass instead. I gasped as he slid it deep, locating my prostate as easily as if someone had provided him with a map. “You want to be out on the streets peddling drugs for me? Any idiot can do that. Whereas you”—I writhed as the pad of his thumb rubbed relentlessly over my prostate—“you’re far too valuable to put in such a dangerous situation.”

He rolled me over, positioning me so that my ankles were hooked over

his shoulders, leaving me completely open to him, his gaze lingering on my hole in a heated caress. “No, you’re far better off here, waiting for me. You provide a service I can’t just get from anyone.”

He made me sound like his own personal whore. I couldn’t stop myself

from biting. “A service! Is that what I am to you? Just someone to spread their legs when you snap your fingers. A hole to fuck whenever the notion takes you?”

Brown eyes fastened on me as he lined his cock up, the tip nudging but

not penetrating. They were filled with amusement and something else that looked suspiciously like satisfaction. “Poor Elijah. What is it that you want from me? Tell me, and maybe I can give it to you. Just like I’ve given you everything else you’ve asked for.”

Except my freedom. Did I even want that anymore? I didn’t know. It was

like Shai had seeped so deep into my skin that I wasn’t sure what I was without him. Was I the poster boy for Stockholm syndrome? Or had I been waiting my whole life to meet him, for him to unleash an overwhelming lust the likes of which I’d never experienced before? The two equally likely conclusions took it in turns to tumble through my brain, jostling for prime position in my thoughts.

I slid my hands down his muscular back, my fingers gripping his ass in

an attempt to pull him into me. I wanted another orgasm. At least when I was coming, it gave me a rest from overthinking things.

Shai resisted my attempts, his hips locking into an immovable position.

“Answer my question first.”

What question? Ah, that was it—what did I want from him? I shook my

head, unable to put it into words when I didn’t even know myself. Why couldn’t he just fuck me? Fucking was simple. Whereas emotions were messy, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that Shai commanded them in some way. A tear slipped from the corner of my eye, frustration burning deep in my bones. I lifted a hand to wipe it away but Shai got there first, his hands cupping my face as he did the job for me with his thumb. “You’ve come a long way in such a short time. You should be proud of yourself. Now tell me what you want from me, and then I’ll reward you by fucking you so long and hard that you’ll scream out my name.”

“I want you! I want you to see me as more than a whore. I want you to care. I want you not to be fucking anyone else. I want to believe what you say. I want to stop thinking that every word out of your mouth is a carefully crafted lie designed to make me think or feel in a certain way. I want to feel like my thoughts and my actions are my own rather than an extension of you.”

The words escaped from me in a torrent, leaving me horrified by my own brutal honesty. I may as well have told him that I loved him, that I spent every minute of every day dissecting everything he said and did. I tried to turn my head away, but Shai’s grip held me still, his scrutiny seeming to burn into my soul. If he laughed at me, I would shrivel up and die. Maybe not physically. But emotionally.

There was a moment where we just stared at each other and then he smiled. He waggled his hips, the movement dragging the heated length of his hard shaft over the sensitive skin of my hole. “I’m yours, Elijah. Can’t you tell? Do you really think I have the energy left after spending hours fucking you to be with someone else? And you are a whore, but you’re only a whore for me, which is exactly as it should be. And the word whore is so misunderstood. What does it mean? That someone has given their body over to someone else, that they can provide exactly what that person needs and that they’re good at it. If you ask me, that describes you perfectly.” His fingers dug into my cheeks before relaxing. “Now, do you want to talk? Or do you want me to fuck you?”

I stared up at him, the tiny voice in the back of my mind insisting on pointing out that he hadn’t addressed my accusations about him lying and plotting. Did that mean it was true? I pushed it to the back of my mind. “Fuck me.”

He slid forward in one sure move, filling me with his thick cock and taking away any thoughts other than sex as he pounded me senseless, ripping yet another mind-blowing orgasm from me in no time at all. When he finally withdrew, I slid into a dreamless sleep, unable to help the smile of my face.

Elijah

I KNEW when I awoke that something was wrong, even before I tried to move and realized I couldn’t; my arms and legs were securely bound to the corners of the bed. I bit down on the immediate surge of panic. This was what Shai did. He’d never made any attempt to hide his kinky side. He was a man who involved snakes in blow jobs and liked people to fight him so that he could overpower them. This was just another game in a long line of them. Who was I to expect an orgasm from every one of our interactions? I wasn’t that selfish, surely?

Lifting my head, I searched the room, finally locating Shai on the other

side of it. “Shai?”

Something glinted in his hand as he stepped forward. By the time he

came closer, there was no pretending it was anything other than what it was —a syringe. My breath caught in my throat as he held it up to the light, the change in angle revealing the clear liquid inside it. “Do you know what this is, Elijah?”

I shook my head, fear already starting to curl its way around my nerve-

endings.

Shai smiled but there was a coldness in it that I wasn’t used to seeing.

“It’s Void. You used to deal that to people, right? How much did you sell it for?”