"Say it," he commanded, his rhythm slow, punishing, and absolute as he moved within her, his eyes never leaving hers. "Say you are my possession. Say I am the only master you recognize."Ivy’s body responded—the "Body Betrayal" was too deep to be erased in a night—but her eyes remained fixed and frozen. She arched under him, her breath hitching in a rhythmic, visceral surrender, but she didn't sob. She didn't plead."I am your possession, Dante," she whispered against his lips, her fingers digging into his back, drawing blood that smeared against the white sheets. "But a possession that owns its owner is a dangerous thing. Every time you take me, you give another piece of yourself away. How much is left, Dante? How much of the 'Moretti Monster' is left before there’s only a shell that lives for me?"
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