Power Of Agency の小説・ストーリー

Every time I met his eyes, dark possession flared in them, the same look he gave me when he was buried deep inside me, reminding me with every thrust that I was his. Charles arrived ten minutes after the session began. He slipped into the seat directly behind Shawn, casual as ever, but his presence immediately charged the air. Shawn’s shoulders stiffened. He didn’t turn, but I saw the subtle flex of his hands — the barely restrained urge to remove Charles from the room entirely. I forced my attention back to the panel. “Today I will argue that in asymmetrical power relationships, consent cannot be considered truly free when one party controls access to essential resources,” I began. My voice

she pleaded. “Why not? We’re here to fake a relationship for a fake marriage,” he stressed with annoyance. “That’s different,” she said quickly. “How?” “It just is, okay. We need to get back to Uncle Bill. When my father and grandfather set up the trust, it gave Bill the power to act on my behalf if become mentally incompetent or physically unable to make decisions about it.” “So basically if he thinks you’re acting nuts like marrying a man for five years he can have you declared crazy and become power of attorney over the trust,” he concluded flatly.