Chloe’s POV
He made sure I felt every stroke. Every claim. The anger burned through both of us until it melted into something darker. When I came, it tore through me violently. He followed moments later, gripping me tightly, burying his face against my neck.
We stayed like that for a while. Breathing. Sweat cooling. Finally, he spoke.
“You will get your limited independence,” he said quietly. “As agreed.”
“And?” I asked.
“And you stay reachable,” he said. “Always.” I closed my eyes. “I can live with that. For now.”
He kissed my temple. Not tender. Not cruel.
Just real.
Neither of us had won. But neither of us had walked away.
I did not wake up planning rebellion.
It started quietly, with a thought I could not push away. A need that had been growing inside me since Drake agreed to
