I can’t move. My face is pressed into the mattress. Every muscle in my body has been wrung out. I’m leaking from both holes and my throat is raw from screaming.
He rolls me onto my back. I flinch at the light. He looks down at me and something shifts in his expression. Still dark. Still hungry. But there’s a flicker of something else behind it.
He brushes the hair off my face. His thumb traces the tear tracks on my cheek. I turn my head away.
He turns it back. His hand on my jaw. Firm. He leans down and kisses me.
It’s the first time he’s kissed me tonight. His mouth is warm and his tongue slides against mine.
Soft in a way nothing else has been. I kiss him back before I decide to.
He pulls back. Looks at me. “You’re mine now. You understand that.”
“I’m not yours.” My voice is hoars
