Page 227 of Ignite

“Because what we had was special. It was real,” he sighs.

“And you fucked it all up.”

“I’m sorry.”

This is too raw. Too close.

This isn’t what I signed up for.

I don’t want his apologies.

He can’t take back what he did. He can’t change who he is.

“I don’t want to hear it, Conan.”

I wriggle out of his grip and he lets me go.

I wipe my tears with the back of my hand and force myself to breathe.

“Hold me down and fuck me from behind. With my hands behind my back. Tell me what a slut I am for you.”

He frowns, confusion etching across his face. Isn’t this who he really is?

“I’m not here to talk. Or listen to your apologies. I’m here to be thoroughly fucked. And if you can’t stick to your end of the deal, I’ll go back to the club and find someone else to finish the job.”

I hate myself the second the words leave my mouth.

I knew how much that would hurt him.

Maybe I want to push him away so far that he’ll stop chasing me.

That he’ll finally give up on me.

A growl rumbles from his chest. His nostrils flare.

And I know exactly what I want from him.

As fast as I can, I clamber off the bed and make a run for the door, flinging it open and heading into the gym.

My heart thunders as I dart toward the octagon cage.

Just as I reach for the knob on the door, my hair is yanked back. A scream tears out of me.

My back slams into the metal.

“You want to be fucked like an animal? Hmm? Ass in the air while I ruin you?”

I let out a ragged breath.

“Yes.”

“You want to be used and at my mercy?”

I nod.

“Words,” he presses.

“Yes, Conan. You want me? That’s how you get me.”

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