Ripping his mouth away, he grunted, “Don’t run from me. Because it makes me want to fucking chase you and hurt you and teach you a goddamn lesson for ever thinking you had the power to leave me.” My thoughts vanished. My body took over. Q had this power. He reverted me from intelligent woman to begging pet. I knew what was coming. I knew because I knew him. And I wanted it. So, so much. I wanted it more than candlelit dinners and fancy getaways. I wanted it more than diamonds and feather beds.
