“You would do well to remember that you cannot physically stop a man from doing whatever he will with you. You need to be more careful."
"Actually, I could've stopped you had I wished." She took a tiny but lethal-looking pistol from somewhere on her person and brandished it before his eyes. "But I didn't wish to prevent you from kissing me."
Julian blinked and felt the foundations of his walls shake. She could have shot him. Could have intentionally wounded him or even killed him, and he would not have been able to prevent her.
He had thought he was in control of their embrace, but in reality, it was she who had held the control all along.
He closed his eyes--- for a second, only that--- and felt the thrill of the thought thrum through his body and harden his prick.
Her control.”