Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

And somewhere, deep inside my head where I felt the burn
of shame, but no one else could see or read me, I’d missed
this. I’d missed my mind racing, my heart trying to jump out
of my chest, and someone not handling me like I was a glass
ball. Where, in the inch of space between him and me, I
reveled in the dirt on my skin and the terror of his words.
Why wasn’t I using the safe word?
The actor’s weight eased off mine as he pulled up a little.
“Are you okay?”
His voice was soft now. Normal.
“Yes,” replied.
“You know the safe word, right?”
I nodded. “Yeah.”
“You don’t want to use it?”
I swallowed and shifted my leg, pulling it out from under
him, but then I realized now he was between my legs. He
settled in, slowly lowering his body on top of me again.
“Last chance,” he whispered the same low growl as before.
I breathed hard, the heat pooling between us, and I tipped
my head back, taking his wrist and putting the knife on my
neck again.
“Keep it there,” I told him.
GGod, I didn’t care. I liked the illusion. I liked that feeling
again, and I didn’t fucking care—here and in the dark where
this dude would never see me again, because I would never
come back here—that I needed this. He did this to me. I hated
it and hated him, but I wanted to see. Needed to see. See if I
liked it or to prove to myself that he, and what he did to me,
didn’t mean anything and that I didn’t want it.
“Or maybe I’m hungry for something else, Little GGirl,” he
threatened.
Pressing the knife into my throat, he thrusted between my
legs, and we both sucked in a breath as our bodies moved in
unison. My eyes rolled back, his cock already hard through his