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Chapter Eighteen

Shell Shocked

Erin

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STARING UP AT THE DARKgod who’d taken me to the brink, I was numb. When I’d said I wanted his cock to skim the back of my throat, I’d meant once or twice in a build to his climax, not more than a dozen times in a frenzy of what seemed like ruthless ownership.

The muscles between my legs clenched. That was precisely what had just transpired. He’d used me as though he owned me—as if I was there only to grant him pleasure—and by some fucked-up logic, I’d allowed it.

What choice did I have?

I tugged at the rope around my wrists to reinforce the point. Under the weight of his giant palms and without my hands, there was little I could have done to stop him, but my powerlessness did nothing to quiet the nagging sense of my complicity.I’d told himI wanted his cock. I’d given him free license to live out his indecent fantasies.

He’d taken me to the cabin under the pretense of protection, but the things he’d done since had been far from honorable. But by treating me roughly, he’d managed to take me to highs I’d rarely reached alone, let alone with another lover.

How was that possible?

The loitering headache in my temple offered no answers, and as his cum slipped from my chin, the knot of energy at my pussy tightened. Even after everything he’d put me through, I still wanted to reward him for the onslaught, still longed for him to fill the empty space that called for completion.

I wanted Eli to remind me that I was a woman.

“You look great.” Fastening his pants, his lips spread into an arrogant sneer, the expression eroding the last preserves of my sanity.

Whatever had happened, I’d managed to hold onto some semblance of reason, but being objectified so thoroughly appeared to have been the final straw.

“Jesus, Eli.”

My gaze fell to my knees as the suffering of the last half an hour threatened to spill from my lips. I wanted to tell him what it was like to be used, and that, however much I might have liked the idea, I hadn’t been ready for the reality. In the end, there were no words to explain how overwrought I was feeling.

“Hey.” One of his hands shifted to my chin and compelled my attention back to his face. “I never said you could look away.”

“My throat hurts,” I croaked.

His furrowing brow suggested concern. “Ask for a drink and I’ll get you one.”

That’s it?

I glared at him. That was all he was going to give me? No apologies? I wasn’t sure why, but I’d expected better.

“I’d like a drink, please, sir.” Closing my eyes, I did my best to block him out.

He might have control of my body, but I still decided what I thought.

“Hmmm.” His thumb caressed the side of my face. “I’d prefer to see your beautiful eyes when you ask.”

Tough shit.My jaw tightened beneath his finger.

“Please, sir.” Pulling in air, I compelled my eyes open, though I didn’t meet his gaze. It riled me that I had to mollify the moron to make him move. “I’d appreciate it.”

“Okay,” he barked. “Wait here.”

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