“You’re a grown woman, Penelope, and I’m a reasonable man.” Yeah, tell that to Blake’s lifeless body. “So, drop the hypotheticals and tell me what you want.” Under the heat of his stare, I try not to shrivel. Instead, I steel my jaw and match his indifference. “I don’t want to stay on this boat and be your fuck toy, Raphael.” He nods once, jaw taut. “Okay, now tell me that again, but closer this time.” I frown. “Huh?” Without breaking eye contact, he unbuckles his belt. The thawp of leather passing through loops makes me stiffer than the loudest crack of a hammer ever could. “Come over here
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