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Anger flashed in his eyes and the color of his cheeks was stained red.
    His hand slid up my body, over my breasts until his palm rested against my throat. His finger and thumb squeezed, pushing into the muscle and applying slight pressure to my trachea. I wasn’t scared. He liked to choke me when he was turned on and I always noticed how he found ways to touch my neck. What was it about that part of my body that attracted his attention? I wasn’t sure and I brushed it off as one of those weird kinks that every person has.
    “What did you just say to me? Was that defiance? After everything I’ve done for you?”
    I couldn’t help the way I was feeling. Maybe, I’d grown stronger since Billy. But whatever it was, it was enough to allow me to speak back to him, to defend myself in small ways. “I didn’t ask you to bring me here, Jude. You wanted me. You still want me and that much is obvious by the fact that your cock is tenting in your pants.”
    He glanced down at his crotch and looked back at me with a wicked sparkle in his eye. His mouth crooked at the corner, just how I liked it. Mischief and the threat of pain were written into his expression, my body readying itself for his use.
    “You’re mouthy tonight, aren’t you?”
    “Maybe.”
    Before I could finish the second syllable, he shoved his thumb and forefinger up higher on my neck. They pressed beneath my jaw painfully as his palm applied more pressure to my throat. I coughed because I was caught off guard by how quickly he’d moved.
    “You have no idea who the fuck your talking to, Ronnie. No clue about who the fuck you are.”
    My lips scraped across my teeth with how forcefully he kissed me. Moans erupted from my chest, my orgasm already starting to build in response to the excitement between us. I wasn’t scared of him. Wasn’t worried that he’d hurt me for any other reason but to get me off.
    I trusted him.
    It was probably a stupid move on my part, but I couldn’t help the way I felt. There was something about him. Something dark and hiding in shadow. It was similar to something in me. I didn’t know why we connected the way we did; I just knew that whatever the reason was, it wasn’t normal.
    “Get in the bathroom, Pet. Turn the water on to cold and stand beneath the spray.”
    He moved off of me, completely confident in the fact that I would do as he said.
    He wasn’t wrong. I loved it when he took me…loved it when he was rough.
    Standing up from the bed, I strode quickly into the bathroom, stepping into the large glass shower and bracing myself against the freezing cold water. My body stiffened when the spray hit my skin, thousands of tiny razors scratching against me.
    Jude stepped in only seconds after I become soaked, air hissing out from between his lips and his eyelids shut tight beneath the water. Once adjusted to the temperature, he grabbed my hands without warning. The light click of a cuff sounded as he raised my arms above my head. Securing me to the showerhead, he chuckled when air sucked through my lips, the razor edged cold water painful against my skin.
    There were no words spoken between us. It was simply defiance on my end and his desire to break me.
    I was spun around, my hips jerked back in presentation to his body. His hand slammed against the cheek of my ass, the sting so fucking good. My skin was heated by the slap, cooled instantly by the cold water.
    “It’s about time someone taught you some manners, Pet.”
    His cock was inside me, one hand holding my hip in place and the other gripping my hair. The angle of my neck hurt. It was bent backwards so far that my eyes could only see my hands where they were bound and the ceiling above me.
    His flesh slapped against me, every inch of my body teeming with bits of glorious pain. The water against my skin, the way my taut hair pulled at my scalp…the fullness of his dick inside me; it was all so much, too much almost. I peaked quickly, my body unable to chase away the