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“Answer me,” I snarl, pressing harder on his throat, until he begins talking.

“I think you do want this, but you’re scared. I get that. We haven’t done anything to earn back your trust yet, but we’re trying,” Jake says, his voice deep and breathy.

There’s a fire in his eyes as he glances down at where my hand is wrapped around his neck, and it’s like I can feel his heat trickling down my arm, flowing through my blood, burning me as it goes.

In that moment, the tension in the room seems to shift to something sexual, and it’s so heady it makes my head spin. I’m suddenly aware of how close we are, and how much control he’s allowing me to have right now.

His eyes are locked on mine, and I watch intently as I squeeze my fingers in just the right way, cutting off the blood supply tohis brain. Although his eyes widen in panic, there’s an almost blissful edge to them, too.

I rock my hips, letting him feel exactly how much I’m enjoying this level of control, and I have to fight to hold back a moan when I rub against his length, which is just as hard.

“You look so fucking pretty wearing my necklace like this,” I tell him, watching in delight when his eyes flutter closed.

As his eyes open again, he quickly lifts his hands and wraps his fingers around my wrist. He doesn’t pull my hand away from his throat, but his grip is enough to let me know that the blood supply to his brain is diminishing.

Right now, I imagine he’s feeling on top of the fucking world. His head will be spinning, the kind of dizziness that makes you feel light-headed. He may even be seeing spots in his vision, letting him know he’s close to passing out.

When his fingernails press into my flesh, leaving their half-moon marks, his eyes turn frantic. I see the moment this has switched from something highly erotic, to him thinking I’m going to do this until he passes out.

Although my grip is mostly squashing the vessels that feed his brain, I’m also putting slight pressure on his windpipe, which is making it harder to draw in air. I’m sure his lungs are burning at this stage, too.

“Do you trust me?” I ask him suddenly, both of us remembering what brought about this argument.

He can’t move much given his limited position, but he nods his head to say yes. I didn’t need the movement, I can see by the way he looks at me that he means it, and my heart races.

Jacob is a powerful man, and although it’s not a position he loves or embraces as much as he should, he would never allow anyone to have power over him like this. He’d have killed them already, yet he’s showing me just how much he trusts me. He’swilling to be vulnerable with me, to submit to me, and that’s a gift I don’t take lightly.

I release the pressure on his neck just enough for him to pull in a few quick, desperate breaths, but before he can gather his composure, I slam my lips against his.

I keep my hand wrapped around his neck, but this time it’s more of a caressing, dominating gesture, as I don’t play with his air or blood flow. I use it to let him know I’m still in charge, and given the way he opens to give my tongue the entry it seeks, he’s willing to submit to me.

Jake grabs hold of my hips and pulls me even closer, slamming our bodies together, so our cocks rub against one another. We’re both moaning into each other’s mouth, not breaking our deep, passionate kiss for anything.

His taste, his touch, the way his body bends to my every desire makes my head spin, and I can’t get enough of him. I want to devour him in every way possible, as I’m so lost in the moment.

Jake squeezes my arsecheeks as he rocks his pelvis into me, our clothing-covered dicks pressing together in the most maddening way. I’m painfully hard, throbbing against my trousers, and I can feel Jake is the same.

When he moves one of his hands away from my arse, trailing his fingers underneath my T-shirt, over the bare skin of my lower abdomen, my heart races. As his hand drops to grab hold of my cock through my trousers, my breath catches and panic hits.

I break our kiss, dropping my hands as I take a big step back, putting some much needed space between the two of us. We’re both panting for breath, but mine is more out of fear than anything.

At first, Jake looks hurt and lost, like he can’t quite understand why I’d pull away, but he must see something in myexpression, because I can tell the exact moment when realisation hits.

He reaches out and places his hand on my cheek, lifting my chin with his thumb, so I have to meet his intense gaze. My heart is pounding and the fluttering in my stomach is more like a tidal wave right now.

“I want this. It won’t be like last time, Miles,” he tells me, his voice soft but sure.

“You don’t?—”

Before I can even finish my sentence, he cuts me off, giving me the sweetest smile as he strokes his thumb over my cheek. “To say I’ve thought about this a lot would be an understatement. I want to do so much more than touch you. I want to taste you, feel you.

“Even though some of that stuff scares me a little, when I think about doing it with you, it feels right. It consumes me in a way I never expected. I want you to take me and make me yours.”

I think for a moment, listening to him say the words I’ve wanted to hear since I was a teenager. I may have stopped breathing for a short time. I’m pretty sure my heart is skipping beats, forming its own rhythm.

I stare at him with such intensity, almost like I’m trying to bore into his soul, assessing if he really means what he’s saying. All I see reflected back in his chocolate gaze is sincerity and desire, and my heart fucking aches.

“You say that now, but how do I know you won’t regret it afterwards?” I hate how fucking vulnerable I sound, and the way he flinches, no doubt remembering the exact moment when he did what I said.