“Hurt me. Do what you want with me,” he gasped in my ear. “I deserve it.” He brought his legs up between mine, bending them at the knee and spreading my own. His hand slipped between my legs, and I cried out, suddenly afraid, but he stopped and just rested there, unmoving as he held me in his palm. “Kai!” I yelled, fighting him. His lips stopped on my cheek, breathing hard and hot. “Not tonight.” What? “I’m not Kai,” he said, “and you’re not Banks.” There was something pleading in his voice that gave me pause.
