Even if my traitorous body was slightly turned on by how this man had created this cave with his bare fists.
“Yes,” I said, trying hard to keep my calm as I knelt nextto him. I really wanted to tell him to shut up and let me heal him, but I had to remember my binding would enforce those words and I didn’t want to piss him off any more than I already had. I chose my words carefully.
“Would you like me to heal you?”
I reached for him and he swatted my hands away.
“I can heal myself just fine.”
“Then why haven’t you?” I asked, baffled.
It hit me: hewantedto be in pain. Fucking hell. I had a masochist on my hands. And I shouldn’t have said it, but the words slipped out. “I can think of far more pleasurable ways to get beaten up. If that’s what you’re into?”
“Fuck you,” Bayn bit out, lips curling. “I’d never let you dominate me!”
I didn’t even want to dominate him, but this man brought out the sass in me.
“If you don’t want to be my bitch, then don’t act like one, and get yourself together!”
He snarled, even as he healed himself. He seemed to fight it the entire time, and I realized…. I’d told him toget himself togetherand the binding was making him do it.
Fuck! This was so damn complicated with that binding in place.
“Stop,” I said and he did, breathing a little easier.
I sat back, though there was no comfortable place to sit nearby, all the rocks jagged and uneven.
“We need to talk. Work some shit out. Well,Ineed to work some shit out so I can release you from that binding. Now, will you help me? Will you talk to me? Or are you going to be a fucking asshat?”
“What do you need to work out?” he asked, clearly not wanting to speak to me at all.
“Feelings and shit.”
“Fucking hell.”
“Yeah, I don’t want to either, but if you want to be free, then that’s the price!”
“Can’t you leave me in peace for a bit?” he grumbled.
“No! We don’t have time for you to sulk. We need to get this shit sorted so we can figure out how to win over the titans.”
“If I can’t, you definitely won’t!”
“Maybewecan!” I shouted back. Ugh! Why was this man so damned stubborn and infuriating?
“Go fuck yourself.”
“Bite me!”
He lurched up and came to me. Lifting me off my precarious little seat, both hands around my waist. He seemed to like doing that. And a part of me liked it too, those massive hands easily encircling my not-so-little form.
“What…?” I squeaked, trying to figure out what had come over him.
Then he raked his teeth over my neck.
Oh fuck.
I’d told him to bite me!
