“No.” He wasn’t going to give Luca a chance to drop more lies into his ears. He lifted the hand again; Luca flinched. Still Matti’s body was responding, like a wheel set spinning and never told to stop, to the sensation of Luca stretched out beneath him. Still he wanted to drag Luca’s hand above his head by the wrist, with its capable tendons, and bite Luca’s mouth. Luca’s coloured cheeks and parted lips, the sound of his breath, the vulnerability of his fingers … somehow all of this now appeared, sickeningly, like a manipulation. And how very easily Matti had let himself be manipulated, even
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