My hand, suspended seven feet off the ground, nailed to a piece of wood. My eyes grew as I snapped my head to the other side of my body and noticed a ...ymmetric image. Blood, caked and dry, clung to my wrist and the steel nail that penetrated my skin in the most perverse and grotesque manner possible. Bound with rope, I realized what has become of me. My head smacked a piece of wood from behind me, as I caught a glimpse of myself in a fracture of broken glass near my well bound and nailed feet.. You can’t just drag me up to your room like I’m some kind of gay slut!’ Poseidon rolled his eyes. ‘Uh, actually, yeah. I can. You lost our fight remember? You lost HARD. The rules were that the winner (that’s me) gets to do whatever he wants with the loser (that’s you). Check the clock, stud. It’s only 1am and sunrise isn’t for another four and a half hours. And right now, what I really want you to do, what I really, really, REALLY want . . . if for you to suck my dick.’ Tommy’s eyes fell to. Think about that glow in your heart and if you truly believe David can give you that. I’m not saying go off and date Holden on a whim, but marriage is a huge commitment. You should decide if that’s something you want to make with David.’ I held up my ring finger. ‘Obviously, it is a commitment I’m willing to make.’ Lara stood up, hooking her bag over her shoulder. ‘No need to get bitchy. I’m just saying, you should think things over before going on with the wedding.’ I sighed. ‘I’m sorry. I’m. For as little inclination as you have to be with him past the occasional hard fuck, you're equally disinclined to let others have him. He's yours, and that's his punishment for making you want him so much. "Get the fuck off me," he shouts at you, and you reluctantly let go, eyeing the harsh mark of your teeth against his skin in satisfaction. You love leaving marks on him. Have since the first time, when he demanded you didn't. You'd left a dark hickey on his neck in rebellion, then, and got.