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“Nothing, Ainsley. It’s my turn to need some space.” I try to pull away from her, but she doesn’t let me.

“I don’t accept that,” she says, sounding much calmer than she must feel. With her hand wrapped around me, she slides it out as far as she can reach, nearly reaching the tip as a groan I can’t control falls from my lips.

“If you won’t accept my apology, then you’ll accept this. Because this is how we connect best.” She brings her hand back down until I can feel her fist pushing into me. Looking down, needing to watch her hand work, I watch as she reaches out again, as far as she did the first time.

“Do you want to know why I didn’t take the chance to leave?” I nod, still watching her hand work me. “Because I missed you.” Her hand pumps, sliding all the way out, and then back again. “Because I’ve been sleepwalking through my life since I was taken from you, and being back here makes me feel alive.” Pump. “Because when I’m here with you, it’s easier to forget why I wanted to stay away.” Pump. “Because when this week is over, going back to my life is going to feel like being taken away from you all over again.”

Her pace is killing me, too slow for me to actually get anything from it but just enough to make me want to take over and come all over her. Make her nice and dirty so I can clean her up.

“Then don’t leave,” I growl. If she doesn’t want to go back, then why is she going to? Why admit this to me if it changes nothing for her?

“We’re not good together,” she states like it’s a fact. With a growl, I rip her hand off me and twist around, making her face me.

“I’ll show you just how good we are together.” Before she can react, I back her up into the wall. I grab her leg and wrap it around my waist at the same time I thrust inside of her, burying my cock in her wet, tight pussy. This is exactly what she wanted. “Feel that? We fit together perfectly.”

As I pull out and thrust back in, I grab her hand and place it over my chest. “And that? It only beats for you.”

Leaving her hand on my chest as I continue pumping inside of her, taking the pleasure she was trying to drag out, I twist the hair at the base of her skull around my hand and pull, forcing her to look up at me.

“And this? I know what you want, and I’m not afraid to give it to you.”

Her hand leaves my chest to squeeze between us as she finds her clit, strumming it to bring herself to orgasm. “You think we aren’t good together because you haven’t actually given us a chance.”

She cries out as the pleasure becomes too much, and no matter how angry I am, that sound will always be my undoing.

“Let yourself give in. If, at the end of this week, you still think we aren’t a good match, then fine. I won’t try to convince you otherwise.”

This time, I have full confidence in what I’m saying, unlike when I told her to leave earlier. If she stops fighting me, she’ll see that we belong together, just like I do. She just needs to give in.

“No,” she cries out, trying to think through what I’m saying while getting close to the orgasm I refused her earlier. I pull her up, wrapping both of her legs around my waist, and sit still. As I look into her eyes, I let her see every emotion I’m feeling right now.

Love. Passion. Anger. Hurt. Confidence.

“Give in, Ainsley,” I command her.

“Punish me,” she says back, catching me completely off guard. Her hands stops moving between us, giving up on her orgasm right now. “I hurt you, and my apology isn’t enough this time. Punish me.”

“Give in and I’ll forgive you,” I tell her instead.

“Punish me.”

It’s a battle of wills now. Who’s going to cave first? I pull my cock out of her, feeling the ache from being without her, and drop her to her feet.

“Get out,” I command her. After shutting the water off, I follow her out of the shower, not bothering to get either of us a towel as I direct her to the bedroom.

Chapter 12

The Monster

“Give in,” I tell her, giving her one last chance. “Remember why you loved me, fall in love with me all over again. Give in to me and see just how good we are together. Give in and marry me, Ainsley.”

Her eyes widen, not expecting those words to come out of my mouth. “No,” she says almost immediately.

As I grab my mask off the nightstand, I give her a wicked grin, then slip it over my head to hide my face from her. “Okay.”

Fear replaces shock as she realizes that I’m not going to take it easy on her. I gave her an out. She chose punishment. It’s time to make sure she never chooses that again.

She watches as I pull all the tools I want from the drawer and place them methodically on the bed. “Wait, I -”

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