Damon said tauntingly, "You sound more desperate than I thought. What happened to all that bravado about not ever lying with me again?"
"I―"
"You," Damon said, cutting me off, "are practically offering yourself up like a common whore now, spreading your legs just like the other women you despised back then, wearing that old collar." He laughed, his tone still ever-mocking. "Or perhaps that's what you want all along? You secretly want to be fucked by me?"
"You―" I couldn't see his face, but I didn't need to imagine the smugness radiating from every pore. I swung my fist, trying to punch in the general direction that I heard his voice come from.
Damon's laughter bounced off the enclosed walls of the cave as he easily caught my fist in what felt like the palm of his hand. With a twist and a pull, he tugged me right into his arms, pinning me flat against him between him and the wall.
