“How, when you can barely handle Zeke’s touch? How, when you’ve only just accepted my touch?”
I try to take a deep breath but I can’t. My head is dizzy with lack of oxygen. “Because I want it. I want you to fuck me.”
“Liar.”
This is going to be hard, convincing him to use sex as punishment. I need to piss him off enough so it’s the only option in his mind.
“If not then what? You’re going to whip me? Beat me?”
“Maybe.”
A whipping or beating would be easy for me to tolerate. It’s happened countless times. And I know Enzo is mad for getting Zeke hurt, almost killed, but the beating would be nothing compared to Jarod’s.
But if he beat me, I couldn’t get my revenge.
“So you’ll beat me, but you won’t rape me?” I spit out.
His eyes darken. “I don’t hurt women.”
“No, you don’t rape them. That’s not who you are. You aren’t like your father,” I say, guessing that his father is a sensitive subject.
He growls. I guessed right.
“And beating me, wouldn’t be hurting me?”
He glares and tightens then loosens his grip all in the span of a second as if he’s arguing with himself about what to do.
Now’s my chance.
“Langston did.”
“What?” his grip instantly constricts.
“Langston fucked me,” I lie, remembering Langston’s threat when he was so vengeful and stunned.
He blinks rapidly, not understanding my words.
“I was aching and desperate to feel good after what happened to Zeke. We got lost in the moment, and he fucked me. It was good. Hot, thrilling, passionate. That’s how I got him to forgive me, by fucking him like the whore I am.”
Pain, anger, rage.
I see it all in his eyes. He’s pissed at Langston for touching me, but he’s livid at me.
“You aren’t the only man who can touch me. If a man earns it, then it doesn’t hurt me. Langston did. And his cock—”
“Shut up,” his voice booms.
He squeezes until I can’t get any oxygen in. My lies work. They prompt him to use sex instead of a whip.
“He wouldn’t fuck you.”
I raise an eyebrow, still unable to speak. He loosens his grip.
“Langston fucked me. Truth or lie?” I ask.
His face reddens, and the veins on his arms pop.
“Stop distracting me from punishing you. You deserve to be punished for putting Zeke at risk, so you won’t do it again.”