“I didn’t choke because I wanted to. I choked because you shoved it down my throat without asking.”
He blinked, just once, and for the first time since I’d met him, he actually looked like he felt something.
“And even if I did moan,” I said, voice like ice, “and even if I did beg, that doesn’t give you the right to use it like a weapon. That doesn’t erase the fact that you told me to kill my pup just so you could feel big enough to f**k me again.”
He flinched. That one hit.
I stepped forward, my voice rising with every word. “You want me to admit I liked it? Fine. I liked it. I liked the way you grabbed me. I liked how you made me feel full and ruined and claimed. But I will never forgive you for what you said afterward. Because that wasn’t lust. That was cruelty. That was weakness. An
