“I’m going to hell for this.” His thumb brushes my aching pulse hammering away in my throat. “I’ll meet you there,” I croak out just before his lips slam onto mine. He’s brutal and demanding, taking everything from me—including my breath and my fucking sanity. I don’t know who I become when he controls me like this, when he makes me this pliant, needy, uncontrollable mess. I don’t even recognize myself anymore. Though, I’m not sure I can say I ever did.
