Asher’s presence within my head is duller, to the point Delilah’s is bigger. I can’t focus on one emotion. Everything ismixing together, turning murky so I can’t recognize anything in front of me.
“I watched you,” I remind us both.
She fucked someone on the same night she fucked me for the first time. She took him to her bedroom after telling me to leave.
Yeah, I watched it.
Grabbing the first collar I touch, I wrap it around her neck, and she tilts her chin up, helping me. That pisses me off even more.
“Are you such a fucking whore you don’t care what I do as long as you get fucked?”
Fight me.
Don’t let me speak to you like this.
But she simply says, “I know you have to punish me.”
Her eyes narrow in the corners as though she’s trying to tell me something as she quickly looks around the room again. I’m frozen in my confusion, but she keeps doing it. The same flickering to each corner then scowling at me.
I want to hurt her in the same way she’s hurt me, but the thought of fucking anyone other thanherturns my stomach. As I grab the metal-link leash, I try to work out a way to trick her. I made her think I was dead, convincing her I’ve fucked someone else should be easier.
My problem reveals itself as my hand trembles. The thought of touching anyone else, allowing them to touch me, is enough to make me fucking shake.
The cause and the cure is kneeling in front of me as she gently lays her hand over mine, bringing it to the front of her neck to clip the leash to the ring at the front of her collar. I want to go inside her fucking head, find a reason for her breaking me. Constantly breaking me.
My hands are a reflection of my mind as I wrap the chain around one, cupping her cheek with the other. My palm gentlycaresses her jaw, my fingers massaging through her knotted strands while I twist the chains until she’s choking. “How long were you fucking him?”
“I didn?—”
I tighten the collar until my knuckles are pressed against the stiff leather, liking the way the thick metal links pinch the thin skin between my thumb and forefinger, so I keep applying more pressure as I thread my fingers through her hair, dragging her up to stand. She’s still beautiful, too beautiful. Her dress is ripped, hair fucked and wrapped around my fingers, cheeks turning red, yet there’s nothing other than beauty in front of me.
Still no fight.
Every instance I’ve worn a mask, she’s fought me, but she doesn’t fightme.
“No one is scared of the reflection.”
“Is that what I am?” I grit as I throw her on to the bed.
She lands with a bounce, pulling me only because of the fucking chain.
“What?” she croaks.
“Is what he said fucking true?!”
A crease forms between her brows as she asks, “Who?”
Climbing over her, I grab her jaw and hook the leash to one of the ornate swirls on the edge of the headboard. I push two fingers of my free hand into her mouth as Asher keeps fucking talking.
“It’s another game. Remember how she’d pretend to leave me for you.”
“Yeah, you always fucking lie!” I nod as I push my fingers further into her mouth.
She finally begins fighting me. Her weak fists slam into my chest, my arms, but I don’t move away from her. Not when she’s gagging, her eyes watering and her stomach convulsing beneathme. She scratches down my face, my neck, any part of me she can reach.
I need her to hurt with his fucking whispers in my head.
“How many times did she fuck us both in the same day?”
