“Four days is all it’s taken,” he says. “Four days to turn you into a perfectly obedient fuckboy of a conduit. You’d let me do anything to you, wouldn’t you?”
He’s trembling with need, and it wrings a quiet groan out of me. This is the part I like. I like seeing how heated up I’ve gotten him. I like seeing his lust, his desperation, and I like knowing that I’m the only one who can satisfy him.