“I have free will. I chose to come here of my own accord.” “A choice that cannot go unpunished,” he said and reached for her. Instinctually, Persephone pushed his hands away. His eyes gleamed. “Are you telling me no?” She knew if she said no, he would stop, but she couldn’t deny she wanted to see his punishment through. It would mean intense pleasure and it would be angry and rough and primal, and she needed release.
