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thing
anymore.”
    She shook her head. “No. I’ve spent
the past two years thinking that. Thinking just that. I’ve done counseling, I’ve tried
nice, friendly safe men—they
touch me and it’s just as bad. I’ve tried to give myself time. But
I’m still lost, and I’ll stay lost until I find the pieces of me
that he took, until I take those pieces back. I’m not letting him
win.”
    “ Okay.” Drake nodded. Laying one hand
flat on her thigh, he waited, gauged her reaction. She held still,
staring at his hand. “There are a few more things I want to
know.”
    “ Like…”
    “ I need to know what you do like, what
you don’t.” He used his free hand, brushed her hair aside once
more, baring her neck. He pressed his lips to her there.
    “ Right now, I don’t know if I’ll like
anything.”
    He smiled sadly. “Then why don’t you
tell me what you used to like…and we’ll go from there. And tell me
what you don’t like, what you
never did like.”
    “ Don’t cover my mouth,” she blurted
out. She licked her lips and glanced over her shoulder at him. “I
don’t mind like if you’re making me go down on you, but don’t use
your hand…or gag me. I don’t think I can handle that, not
anymore.”
    Soothingly, he stroked his hand up and down
her thigh. “No problem. Anything else?”
    “ I don’t like the word cunt .” She wrinkled her nose at him.
“I think it’s ugly, but if you like it… Kyle did, and…”
    “ It doesn’t matter to me.” He curved
his hand over the heat between her legs and caught her earlobe
between his teeth. “There are plenty of words to talk about this
sweet spot if you don’t like that one. Like pussy… I’m dying to
taste your pussy, Tawny.”
    Her breathing hitched and he could
have sworn her body temperature shot up about five degrees in five
seconds. Smiling against her hair, he said, “Now why don’t you tell
me what you do like…”
    “ Rough and hard,” she whispered. “I
loved it rough and hard. I used to love it when Kyle held my hands
or tied me up.”
    He pushed a finger inside her sex. This
time, she shuddered. But it wasn’t fear, and if he wasn’t mistaken,
she actually arched her hips just the slightest fraction, clenching
down around him. “What else? Oral? Anal?”
    “ Both. I loved it when he held my head
and acted like he was making me take his cock in my mouth, like he
was forcing me to go down on him.”
    “ That didn’t happen that night, did
it?”
    “ No.” Her voice was a mere ghost of a
whisper. Her thighs spread wider.
    “ About talking… Kyle called you a
bitch. Told you to beg him.”
    She moaned and rested her head on his
shoulder, rocking against his fingers. “Yes.”
    “ You like that? Want me to do
it?”
    She stared at him through her lashes. “If
you like to—I want you to do what makes you hot. Call me your
bitch, if you want. You can call me your little slut…” Her
breathing hitched and she smiled a little. “I know I’m not, but
I’ll pretend to be yours, and if I can find that again… I’ll love
it. It makes me hot thinking about it.”
    “ You want to be my little slut?” His
dick twisted even hearing her say it—no, she wasn’t a slut. But
thinking of her as his … His
heart ached, his dick throbbed. He added a second finger and
twisted his wrist as he murmured, “Want to be my little fuck
toy?”
    “ Drake…” She gasped. “Yes.”
    “ I remember Kyle telling you what to
do—you like that?”
    “ Oh, yes. But he didn’t do it much. He
didn’t talk all that much really, just enough to get
me—oh!”
    “ You’re wet,” he said quietly as he
screwed his fingers in…out. “You like being told what to
do.”
    “ Yes. And if I don’t
listen…”
    He could see the blush spreading up
her cheeks. “Drink your wine and tell me. I want to know exactly
what you liked then. I want to help you find it again.” And more . He wanted to free her from the
nightmares, if it was even