“And I’ll answer your real question,” he said, voice now a whisper of breath against my skin. His other hand slid up and into my hair, angling my neck so there was more of it for him to taste. “Why would you belong to us?” I said nothing. I was already barely breathing. I couldn’t spare the extra air. My eyes fluttered closed. “Because we’re not men, Christine. We’re monsters. And monsters don’t fucking. Share.”
