Contracted to the man who broke me
He didn’t stop kissing me through the aftershocks, gentling the strokes but keeping his mouth on mine, possessive even as I came apart.
When it finally ebbed, I was left boneless, breathing hard, eyes half-closed. Adrian pulled his hand away slowly, then brought it up to cup my face again. He kissed me one more time, softer now, almost tender, though the possessiveness still lingered in the way he lingered over my lips.
“You’re mine, Ethan,” he said quietly, brushing damp hair off my forehead. “Not Davel’s. Not anyone else’s. Mine to work to exhaustion. Mine to punish. And mine to take care of when you break.”
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