“Wrong answer.” He kissed my hip, then dragged his lips up my stomach before sucking a nipple into his mouth. He slid a palm between my legs and stoked the blaze raging inside me. I thrust my pelvis into his touch, arched my spine, and was about to shatter when he stopped again. My breath expelled in a rush. I hated and loved him all at once, and my body was on the same page.

He brought his hands to my neck and clamped down, and I knew without a doubt he was going to choke me again. I prepared my useless fists to pound against his steel body.

“Fight me, sweetheart.”

I stiffened at his demand and refused to move. Part of me wanted to rebel, wanted to gain the upper hand even as he threatened to stifle me.

With a growl, he increased the pressure until I opened my mouth under his crushing weight.

“You’re gonna put up a fight, whether you want to or not.”

Bastard.

The compression on my neck became unbearable, and the need to break free kicked in. I beat on his chest, shoved against his arms, and made it to my knees, a move he must have allowed because he was too strong for me. My face screamed for relief as I used all the force I had, but I still couldn’t get his hands off my throat. We fell to the floor, and I landed hard on my back. He pinned me down, forced my legs apart, and settled his erection at my entrance.

“You want my cock?”

I gasped, more concerned with breathing than with fucking. “Rafe…stop…” I clawed at his fingers, desperate to get free. His gaze never left mine, and I realized this was how he got off. He craved my helplessness, perhaps because my actions had rendered him helpless for so long.

Or maybe because Rafe “The Choker” Mason got his kicks in holding the lives of others in his hands.

“You’re hurting me.” Tears leaked out and burned tracks down my cheeks.

He pushed into me violently. “Fuck,” he groaned. “Your refusal to tell me the truth is hurting you.” His hands pressed harder on my throat.

My body reacted instinctively, and I kicked and squirmed, my useless fingers gouging his. “Please,” I squeaked, but the fucked up part was how I was getting wetter with each thrust, despite him choking me. The edges of the room grew dark, and I felt weightless as I drifted into nothingness.

His erratic breathing washed over me as my lids fluttered open. I gripped my throat, wheezing air into burning lungs. He was still pumping, and I was on the verge of coming, even after losing consciousness, when Jax dropped the ladder and popped his head through the opening.

“Dude. Someone just showed up.”

16. Visitor - Rafe

16. VISITOR - RAFE