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Removing my hand from his hard length, I hooked a single leg around his waist and pulled him closer.

“Fuck me, Gideon.”

ChapterSixteen

Imogene

Like a wild, untamed beast on the brink of losing all control, Gideon drove inside of me with a punishing force. I cried out, pain spiraling through me from the sudden invasion.

But that didn’t make him stop. And I didn’t want him to.

With every delicious thrust, I clutched him tighter, encouraging him to fuck me harder. Faster. Deeper, if that was even possible. He invaded my body so fully and completely that I doubted there would be anywhere inside me he hadn’t claimed as his when we were finished.

“God, this cunt,” he growled, picking up his pace, his body moving with a feral energy. “It was made for me.” He crushed his mouth to mine, his teeth digging into the sensitive flesh of my lower lip. “Made for me to fuck. To use. To control.”

“Yes.” His depraved words caused that dull ache deep in my core to become more pronounced yet again.

“Tell me, Imogene.” His muscles clenched, and he brought a single hand up to my throat.

“It’s yours, Gideon. Only yours.”

He roared, his drives becoming even more punishing, his hold on my throat tightening slightly.

“Harder,” I begged, and he picked up his pace. But that wasn’t what I was talking about. “Your hand,” I told him without a hint of trepidation. “Choke me harder.”

A moment of uncertainty flickered in his expression as he slowed his motions to a stop and stared at me. I expected him to look at me like there was something wrong with me, much like Liam did the one and only time I asked this of him.

But Gideon didn’t. Instead, he nodded, using the hand around my throat to guide me onto my back so I was flush against the surface of the desk.

“I might push your limits, Imogene. But I’m not going to hurt you. Won’t give you more than I know you can handle. You can rest assured that you’re safe with me. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

He bore his gaze into mine. “Do you trust me?”

I barely knew this man, but he’d already proven he didn’t want to hurt me. Instead, I’d witnessed him take a life in order to save mine. That had to count for something.

“I do.”

“If it becomes too much, tap my forearm three times.”

His instructions rendered me momentarily speechless, a memory forcing its way to the surface.

Samuel had asked me to do the same thing.

Like Gideon, he never looked at me like there was something wrong with me when I’d shared my fantasies with him.

For the longest time, I’d kept them to myself for fear of what people might think, especially considering my father was one of the most prolific and sadistic serial rapists and killers.The last thing I should have wanted was to have someone choke me. To be interested in something like this after the way he’d treated women.

But Samuel didn’t see any of that when he looked at me. Instead, he encouraged me to explore this side of myself, constantly assuring me there was nothing wrong with having certain cravings, especially if they were explored in a safe environment.

That was what Samuel gave me. A safe place.

Hewas my safe place.

“Imogene?” Gideon’s voice snapped me back to the present, and I stared deep into his blue eyes, everything about them so similar to Samuel’s. Was that why I was doing this? Because some part of me wanted Gideon to be Samuel?

Or maybe I was here because I was finally ready to take back control of my life. To do something for myself.

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