If he believed he was telling the truth, then that was even more frightening. That he was in control and he still forced himself on her while strangling her almost to the point passing out. It was beyond terrifying.

He maneuvered her in the tub until she was facing away from him, then dragged her until she was resting against the edge of the tub. She was uneasy with her back to him because his moods were so quick to change. She feared that without being able to see his expressions, she couldn't react in time in if she did or said something to set him off.

His hand slipped between her breasts and over her belly, disappearing into the water. She gasped and squirmed as his hand found her pussy.

“Settle down, love,” he said against her ear, wrapping his arm around her torso.

“What are you doing?” she asked, desperately trying to hold herself still as he touched her labia under the water, feeling her, exploring her.

“I told you,” he said, his tone husky. “I’m going to make you come.”

“Please,” she begged him. “I don’t want to be touched there right now.”

“You need to trust that I know what’s best for you.” He slowly eased his fingers into her so there was only mild discomfort.

Her breath picked up and she waved her hands around uselessly in the tub, not knowing where to put them. She wanted to shove him away but knew from experience that would be impossible. Instead, she had no choice but to take the orgasm he was forcing on her.

She gasped and shook her head, her body shuddering as he strummed her clit with his thumb while pumping his fingers in and out of her, the water against her clit adding another dimension to his strokes. She couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, could just feel as explosions went off in her core and raked through her body.

She flung her head back and he pressed his face to hers, still holding her in place as he forced the best orgasm of her life on her. She’d only ever come using her own fingers, and those orgasms were beyond weak compared to this.

“Oh god, oh Volkan!” she moaned, reaching back to grip him with wet hands.

He slowed the movements of his fingers as spasms wracked her pussy under the water. He lazily continued to push his fingers in and out of her, but he stopped touching her over-sensitized clit. He pressed kisses to the side of her head and face, but she didn’t have the energy to shove him away.

“I like it when you call me that,” he murmured in her ear.

“What?” she asked, confused.

“God.”

She couldn’t help herself, she giggled. “I didn’t mean you.”