Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

But before I got a chance to spin around and walk away,
Damon grabbed my wrist and pulled me into the bathroom. I
resisted, trying to pull away and noticing he was only in a
towel as he pressed me against the sink and shoved a long
piece of metal in my hands.
“What is this?” I asked as he wrapped his fist around mine,
forcing me to hold it.
The scent of shaving cream filled the space, and the steam
of his shower crawled into my pores.
“Do you want to know how I control him?” Damon asked.
I didn’t give a shit…
“Food,” he explained. “Most animals, including humans,
can be controlled by a system of consequences and rewards.”
Something hit the ground, I heard Mikhail move, and his
jaws yapped as he ate whatever Damon tossed him.
“We want to eat, so we do what we need to in order to be
fed,” he said. “And all animals have that in common. They
can’t synthesize their own nourishment, so they easily become
subject to whoever provides it. It’s how animals are
domesticated. How humans can be enslaved in soul-draining
jobs and relationships.” He leaned in, his breath wafting over
my face. “We all need to eat, Winter.”
I jerked my head, trying to pull away from him again.
“And humans are complex,” he went on. “More than just
our stomachs need to be fed.”
He raised my hand, and whatever was in it, to his face, and
even though I gritted my teeth, trying to pull away, he forced it
against his skin and glided it up his neck to his jaw. He forced
my hand, and I stopped fighting as it grated against his
stubble. Then he lowered my hand to the sink behind me,
rinsing it clean.
A razor. A straight razor. I brought up my other hand,
carefully feeling the object in my hand. Cool and metal, the
blade was smooth and sharp, while the handle featured filigree