I grab his face with both hands and force him to look at me.
“What are you doing.”
His jaw tightens under my palms but he doesn’t answer.
“Cain.” I hold his face harder. “What are you doing right now.”
“f*****g you.”
“No.” I search his eyes. “You were. And then you stopped. Not fully, just enough, just that tiny shift that meant I couldn’t—” I stop. “You’re throwing it.”
He says nothing.
“You’re throwing the round.” The understanding lands like cold water. “You’ve been doing it deliberately. This whole time.”
Still nothing.
The timer goes off.
He pulls out and sits back and runs a hand through his wet hair and the absence of him is physical, I feel it everywhere, and I am shaking with two orgasms still moving through my body and a fury that is arriving so fast it is replacing eve
