Page 162 of Pucking Obsessed

I burn to shove Heine off me and show him with every piece of equipment just how much I cantamehim, until he’s a sobbing mess.

Except, he’s pushing my buttons in order to get me to hurt him. It’s what he wants.

He’ll only be excited if I react, become angry, or lash out.

Possibly, it’s all he knows.

I’m not going to give the asshole what he wants.

“No,” I say more calmly than before, “because you’re a self-destructive, entitled brat who has no idea of his limits and will one day say those things to the wrong person and end up murdered.Not a real dom?A real dominant cares aboutcommunication, consent, and building trust. We don’t have any of that. You don’t have a fucking clue what it means to be submissive. Even if I wasn’t in love with other people, I’d never take you as a sub. You’re not safe. You need therapy and not a dom.”

Heine stumbles back from me like I have in fact hit him.

His expression flashes with hurt.

I don’t regret what I said. It’s all true. I wish that I’d had the balls to say it to him, when I’d been his friend.

“How dare you?” Heine snatches up the fiery whip that coils on the pillow like a security blanket, hugging it to his chest. “I’m the one in—”

“Control?” I drawl. “The point of submission is to give that up, or had you forgotten? Look, Charles, we’re not a good fit. We never were. This fantasy — what you’re trying here — is pretend. What you’re feeling—”

“You don’t know what I’m feeling.” Heine’s hand is shaky, as he wipes away tears.

His tears are real. The only thing tonight that is.

My expression gentles. “I’m not denying that what you feel is real to you. But this relationship that you’re trying to create between us…? This dream, where you live with me as boyfriends…? It’s not.”

“It’s real,” Heine whispers.

I push myself back up to face him.

Am I finally getting through to him?

This is my chance.

I take a deep breath.

“You’re not even good at pretending that it is.” I fix him with a piercing stare, and he shrinks back. “If you’re scared that I’ll destroy you over this, I swear that I won’t, as long as Shay and Robyn are unharmed. We can deescalate this.”

Unexpectedly, Heine’s expression hardens. “Shay and Robyn, Shay and Robyn…Do you know how boring you sound always going on about them? You’re mine and you will love me. If I’m not good enough now, you can discipline me. Teach me how to be.”

I sigh.

Well, I tried.

It’s no good. Heine is not going to accept the truth.

My head is throbbing worse, and I don’t want to risk saying anything else that’ll make him angrier at my lovers.

Instead, I struggle to push myself around, until I’m facing away from Heine.

The only way that I can fight back is by ignoring Heine. He’ll hate the silent treatment worse than anything.

“What are you…?” Heine hisses. “Turn back around.”

He snatches at my shoulder, but I resist.

I don’t answer.

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