Lana
I bit down on my lip until I nearly drew blood.
My heart was racing. The warm water surrounding us felt less like comfort now and more like a trap I couldn't escape from.
Kaelith was still waiting for my answer. His breath heavy, his skin pressed to my back, his voice dripping into my ear like sweet poison—corrupting whatever reason I had left.
I knew what would happen if I stayed silent.
And why was he touching me like this now? Didn't he hate me?
If he acted this way, there could only be one reason: he was frustrated—so damn frustrated he was trying to release it through sex.
I wasn't a release. I wasn't just—
I couldn't speak. My mouth wouldn't move.
I wanted to scream. To tell him this was wrong. That he was insane. That I wasn't going to be his damn toy.
But when my lips finally parted—
"I'm not your plaything," I snapped, my voice cutting through the thick, heated air like a blade. "I'm not here to satisfy your lust."
