EVE.
I had never been used like this before. My body didn't know how to keep up with him. Saint wasn't just f*****g me, he was rewriting me.
Even the night I gave myself to Saint and Kyrie, I hadn't felt this used.
His words came replaying over and over again…“I don’t f**k to please, Eve. I f**k to possess.”
And now I knew exactly what he meant.
This wasn’t s*x.
This… this was possession.
Saint was doing things to me I didn't understand. He dictated everything I could feel. He controlled my breath, my body, my moans, my climax.
I wasn't allowed to moan unless he allowed it. I wasn't allowed to breathe unless his palm lifted from my mouth and nose. I wasn't even sure if my climax belonged to me, or if it was something he would allow me to have only when it pleased him. Because he
