“Who do you belong to, Hellion?” he tries again, knowing that I’m beginning to fall. I fight to drag in the air I need as he keeps me riding that torturous edge of pleasure. If I say or do the wrong thing, he’s going to rip it away from me, and that can’t happen. Not this time. I’m too far gone, and it’ll result in doing something stupid like running straight to Nico, who I’m sure would be more than willing to finish the job—assuming he was alive long enough to do so. “Y-you,” I breathe, part of me hoping he can’t hear it over the increasing grunts and groans that are filling the room.
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