“No, but I should have. He has a right to be pissed. His ass is on the line too. If I let you go—”

I spun around. “I don’t want you to let me go!”

He jumped to his feet and knocked over the chair. “Have I not made you suffer enough? Fuck, Alex…” His voice cracked, with guilt and regret. I didn’t deserve either.

With a growl, I hurtled a dish through the air and jumped when glass rained to the floor in a grating symphony of fury. “We already went over this. I got off on it! While you were in prison, being raped”—I choked on the word—“he was fucking me.” I sank to the hardwood, knees to my chest, and hid my face behind my palms. “You should hate me. I hate me.”

His footsteps thundered across the hardwood, and he yanked me up by the hair. “You don’t get it,” he snarled. “I want you off this damn island, far away from me, because I don’t hate you.” His fist clenched my strands, and he lifted until I stood on my toes. “Seeing your mouth twisted in pain, watching you battle the need to fight me, it fucking turns me on.”

My lips parted, breaths coming in soft pants. I widened my stance, wincing again when the pull of his grip became unbearable. I slid a hand beneath the waistband of my sweats and dipped into slick heat. “All you have to do is glance at me, and it makes me wet.” I lifted my fingers and pressed them to the hard line of his mouth, bathing his lips with the evidence of my arousal. “But when you’re rough like this”—I gasped as he jerked my head back and sucked my fingers into his mouth—“I swear I’m gonna break if you don’t fuck me.”

His eyes met mine, holding me prisoner as his tongue darted between middle and forefinger. He bit down, watched my reaction, and when I didn’t recoil, he let my fingers slip from his mouth.

“I’m giving you one chance to walk away.” He let go of my hair and retreated. “You’ll never hear from me again, never see me again.”

I followed his backward motion. “How can you think I want that? I want you, Rafe.” To make my point, I cupped his erection through his jeans.

He clamped his fingers around my wrist. “You’re pushing it.”

“What are you gonna do? Strip me naked? Lock me in the cellar again? Paddle me?”

“No,” he said with a scowl, “but I can choke you, or better yet, I can drag your ass into the tub and make you suck me off.”

I fought against his hold and stumbled, my heart pounding an erratic tune. “You wouldn’t.”