Page 74 of Her Nightshade

“You think you can just flip the script?” he continued, his grip on me tightening. “That’s not how this works, Ana. That’sneverhow this worked.”

Panic bubbled in my chest as I struggled against him, but he held me firm, his weight pressing me into the mattress.

“You almost had me,” he admitted, his voice quieter now, more menacing. “For a second there, I thought you had changed. That maybe you figured out how to take control.”

His lips curled into a cruel smile. “But you haven’t. You’re still the same, Ana. Still mine. And now, I’m going to remind you exactly where you belong.”

He reached for something in the drawer of the bedside table. I knew exactly what it was. This was something he loved doing—tying me up, having me completely at his mercy.

Jake’s smirk widened as he tied silk fabric tightly around my wrists, the knot digging into my skin as he secured me to the headboard.

“Perfect,” he murmured, sitting back to admire his work. “Now you can’t try that again, can you?”

“Jake, stop,” I said, my voice trembling as I tugged futilely at the restraints. “This isn’t right. You need my consent, and I haven’t given it to you yet,” I said, trying to reason with him, trying to fuel guilt into his mind, to explain exactly what he was doing.

His laugh was sharp and cold. “This isn’t right?” he echoed, leaning over me again. “You think you get to decide what’s right here? You lost that privilege the moment you started playing games with me. I didn’t give my consent to that either.”

“I’m not playing games,” I whispered, tears stinging my eyes.

“Oh, but you are,” he said, trailing his hand down my body, hovering over me as his other hand forced my legs apart. “You think you can tease me? Act like you’re in control? You don’t know who you’re dealing with, Ana. I’m a changed man.”

I turned my head away, bile rising in my throat as his hand slid lower, his fingers grazing the edge of my underwear. My body tensed, every instinct screaming at me to fight, but I forced myself to stay still, knowing it would only make him angrier if I struggled.

“See? There it is,” he said smugly, his fingers slipping beneath the fabric and down to my pussy that betrayed me, wet and ready. “You’re so predictable, Ana.”

“Jake, please,” I said, my voice cracking.

“Please?” he mocked, his smirk deepening. “Oh, I always loved how you begged.”

I clenched my jaw, my breath hitching as his fingers circled my clit, knowing exactly how to work me.

“I felt it last night,” he continued, his tone cruel and taunting. “The way your body responded. Coming all over my cock. You can’t fake that, Ana. No matter what you say, I know the truth. You wanted it. You missed me.”

Tears spilled down my cheeks as I stared at the ceiling, refusing to meet his gaze. My body betrayed me again, the unwanted sensations building in my core despite the revulsion and hatred twisting in my chest.

“Look at you,” Jake said, his voice dripping with mockery. “Trying so hard to act like you’re above this. But your body doesn’t lie, does it?”

I bit down on my lip, trying to suppress the sounds threatening to escape, but he didn’t stop. His fingers moved with cruel precision, exploiting every weakness, every reaction.

“You think you’re so strong,” he murmured, his breath against my ear. “But here you are, completely at my mercy. And you love it. Don’t you?”

“No,” I whispered, my voice shaking.

“Liar,” he hissed, pressing harder, faster, until my body arched involuntarily against him. “Say it, Ana. Say you love it. Say you love me.”

I clenched my fists, the silk digging into my skin as my body reached the edge, unwilling and unstoppable. My breaths came in shallow gasps as the pressure built, and I hated myself for not being able to stop it, for letting him take this from me.

When it finally broke, a reluctant, choking cry escaped my lips, and Jake laughed triumphantly.

“There it is,” he said, his tone smug and satisfied. “I told you. You can’t fight it. You’ll always be mine.”

I turned my face away, tears streaming down my cheeks as he leaned back, his hand leaving me like I was a possession he’d just proven he owned.

“See? You’re so much better when you stop pretending. When you remember your place.”

I didn’t respond, my body trembling with the aftershocks of the betrayal it had just endured.

And then he was on top of me again, his boxers lowered and revealing his hard cock before he began teasing my entrance.

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