He grated against my ear, “I asked if you wanted me to let you go, because for a moment tonight, I thought maybe it would be better for you. Safer for you. I am who I am. I am what I do. Make no mistake, I am the bad guy.” He kept thrusting inside of me, slowing as he grated out, “And I asked you if you wanted to be free, and the look on your face—” He shuddered behind me. “I can’t do it. I can’t let you go. You’ve become the reason. You’re no longer the woman I’m going to use to end this war. You’re the reason for this war because if anyone hurts you, touches you, I’ll kill them. Are you
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