“I want to fuck you.” The gritted words burst between his teeth as though he’d been biting them since he’d arrived. A shocked laugh fled me, my head shaking like I’d been slapped. Eyes fell upon us, piercing and curious and prying. I forgot about them, and about where we were entirely as I read Atakan’s earnest expression. The utter stillness of his skull-sharp cheeks and features. “You mean that.” He just blinked slowly. “You truly do want to, and I think you hate it.”
