“Screw yo—AHHH!”
She yells as I reach out and pinch one of her nipples hard through her hoodie. When she does, I shove another grape into her mouth.
“Chew it andswallow it, or the next pinch will be a lot fucking harder.”
Her gray eyes go downright stormy.
“I'm serious. Spit that at me, and I’ll put you over my knee and spank you until you can’t sit for a week.”
Her lips purse.
Then she starts to chew.
“Sadist,” she mutters after she angrily swallows the grape.
“Duly noted.”
She eats the next five grapes I feed her and even drinks half a glass of water.
Evelina looks at me, her brow furrowing. “Why are you so rough with me?”
I blink. “I’m rough with everyone. This is who I am.”
She nods, reaching for a grape herself and popping it into her mouth.
“You’re talking about more than just me feeding you, though,” I murmur.
She glances at me. “It’s just…you come to me, you hate-fuck me?—”
“I don’thate-fuckyou.” I scowl. “I fuck youthe way I fuck. And stop pretending you don’t come apart at the seams when I do.”
Her face flushes dark pink.
“You’re just…”
“Rough,” I growl.
“Forceful,” she retorts. “And sometimes…okay, a lot of the time…” She blushes. “I like it. I mean, you know…when we’re…”
“Fucking.”
Her lip catches between her teeth.
“Yeah…that.” She blushes even deeper. “But I’m talking about, like…” She shrugs. “Well, like right now. Making me eat.”
“You’ve just had a traumatic experience, and whether you want to admit it or not, that comes with a certain physical and mental shock for most people. The best way to cut through it is to raise your blood sugar levels.” I frown. “And you wouldn’t feed yourself, so I did it for you.”
When her mouth goes small and she sucks on her teeth, I exhale slowly.
“That's just how I am around things that belong to me,” I say gently. “And you do belong to me, Evelina.”
She blinks rapidly. “So, we’re?—”
“Not we.” I gently shake my head. “I don’t dowe.”
She frowns. “So… What does that make me, then? Yourpossession?”
“Yes.”
