Page 28 of Choke

“Please, Adrian,” She whispers between sniffles, “let me show you how much I love you.”

This is brutal. On one hand, it’s pitiful enough to kill whatever shred of respect I had left for her. On the other, my body betrays me—my dick pressing against my jeans as she climbs onto my lap.

She is breathy. Her hands move too quickly, and I now have a growing concern she will do actual damage when she rips my zipper down. I grab her forearms and lift her back up, pulling her in to kiss me. Anything to distract her from the functional part of my pants she’sabout to weaponize against an appendage I am very attached to. She presses herself on top of me, her tongue slipping into my mouth.

Has she always been this bad at kissing?

I can taste the red wine she must have been drinking while waiting for me to arrive, which explains her sloppiness.

I’ve spent the last three years being so gentle. She’s always been so soft and gentle and meek. Since this is the last time, I figure it’s a good opportunity to introduce her to the version of myself I’ve kept chained up for so long. A version she may be more willing to let go of.

I make a quick move, flipping her onto her back and pinning her beneath me. My hand wraps firmly around her throat, not cutting off her air but affecting her ability to breathe.

She gasps, the noise forced, her eyes widening. The tears that were there have dried, but her full cheeks are splotchy and red.

“You want to make me feel good, Alice?” I ask, my voice low. Leaning down to her, I gently bite the spot on her neck that makes her tremble.

She nods eagerly, and I sink my teeth into her skin hard enough that she’ll have a clear bite mark tomorrow.

Her hands hit my chest, and she pushed me back, crying out.

Thought so.

I sit up, a sinister grin on my lips. Reclining to look at her. Her cheeks are flushed, eyes wide, and lips parted. I can see how fast her heart is beating. In the way, her chest rises as she breathes in and out, in the vein running through the spot I just bit.

“Guess not,” I say coolly, pushing back off the couch.

“Wait.” She rushes out, grabbing for my shirt. “You caught me off guard. You can do that. You can do whatever you want. I want this.”

Her voice is unsteady. She doesn’t want me, not really. She just doesn’t want to lose the life we’ve built together. She doesn’t want to start again. This is different. I feel my gaze darken, raking over her in this position. Submissive. Somehow, looking small despite her full figure.

“Do you?” I ask, pressing my knee between her thighs as I lean over her again, the movement sending jolts of pleasure through her.

She nods again, and her thighs fall apart beneath me. I kiss her harder. Biting at her bottom lip hard enough, I hear her whimper and taste the coppery taste of blood. She whimpers but doesn’t protest or push me away again.

I reach down to her jeans, undoing the buttons and pulling them off. I run my fingers over the outside of her panties. They are soaked. She’s never been this loud - breathy, desperate. Moving her panties aside, I slide two fingers in, curling them up, finding that spot that has her back arching.

“Adrian,” she moans, her voice trembling.

I reach for her pink blouse and rip it open, the buttons scattering across the floor. A satisfying sound. She jumps, her hand rubbing her bruised, swollen lip. I swat her hand away from her mouth, gripping her face firmly.

I growl, fixing my gaze on her wide eyes. “You’re going to do exactly what I say when I say it.”

Her fear is palpable, but she nods.

“Say it, Alice,” I demand.

Her voice is shaky when she replies, “What you say; when you say it…”

I press a soft kiss to her lips, soaking in the feeling of controlling her.

“Good girl.”

Standing, I undo my jeans.

“Get on your knees,” I demand.

She slowly slides off the couch to the floor; her eyes are full of uncertainty. Her gaze darts to the cushions on the sofa, and she reaches for one. These stupid fucking decorative pillows she’s crowded the couch with. I’ve always hated these fucking pillows. I knock her hand away and throw the cushion across the room. She jumps when it collides with the entertainment unit, sending a photo of us from her brother’s wedding crashing to the floor.

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