“What’s his name?” he finally asks.
“Why are you asking?”
“Answer the question.”
“Sam.”
“Sam what?”
“Miller. Sam Miller.”
He nods as if satisfied, but he doesn’t say anything, his gaze lost someplace else.
“Why do you want to know his name?”
“Just curious.”
“That’s all you have to say after what I just told you?”
He breathes deeply for a few beats. “I also understand why you enjoy being my prey.”
“You think I’m depraved, don’t you?”
“I think you’re brave.”
“How can someone who enjoys the repetition of their childhood trauma be brave?”
“It’s not the repetition you enjoy.”
“I obviously do.”
“No. You enjoy knowing that you can end it at any time. You’re bra
ve to recognize what you want while having control over the situation. So, in a way, you like having the power you weren’t fortunate enough to possess back then.”
My lips part. “Are you…using your people-reading technique on me?”
“I always have, Tsundere.”
I clear my throat. “Let’s pretend what you’re saying is true…”
“There’s no pretending. You and I know it is.”
“Fine. Let’s take it from that perspective. If I enjoy it for the control, why do you enjoy it?”
“For domination.”
“But I can end it at any time.”
“But you don’t.”
“I could.”
“But you wouldn’t.”
“How do you know that?”
“You’re addicted to this as much as I am. You love being fucked hard until your voice turns raw and you’re sobbing through your tenth orgasm.”