“You think I haven’t figured out what you’re doing, Lia?” My eyes must double in size as I try to look at him, but his unyielding grip prohibits me the slightest movement. “W-what?” “You’ve been waiting for this moment all night. Or…let’s say for part of the night. Did that busy brain of yours think you could get rid of me by being an obedient slut?” My molars grind together as I snap, “I’m not a slut.” “Then don’t fucking act like one.” His words are as scathing as his rare cursing. “I’m not.” “Yes, you are. Do you want to be treated like a slut, Lia? Is that it?”
