Power Play

Nico held his hand out to me where I lay panting at his feet.

“Come, I think I know what will make you feel better,” he said. He opened my bedroom door, letting me through. “Get dressed. I will wait for you.” He went back into his bedroom.

My mind was a mix of emotions. I have never felt like this, the rage, the need to hurt, to kill. It was an explosive emotion. I wanted to lay into Nico, to tear into his flesh and taste his blood. It scared the shit out of me. But when the red wolf claimed mine, she melted under him and I experienced her desire for him so intense, so wantonly primitive. The she-wolf lay sleeping at the back of my mind, her energy spent.

I felt ashamed of myself because it was how Nico made me feel every single time, he touched me. Even when he basically raped me in the kitchen. He was cruel and angry, and he wanted me to feel his hurt. It hurt him when I said I wanted to leave. That part of me wanted him to hurt, it made me feel good to see it in his eyes. He deserv