Chapter 0149

“But this isn’t my job, Kent,” I reply, feeling my lower lip start to shake a little with unhappiness. Unhappiness I’m not sure I’ve

fully acknowledged in a while. Because I’ve been...excited? About some of the changes in my life, and in my relationship? But if I

really consider what they actually mean...I’m not sure anything has changed at all.

“lm a therapist, Kent,” I continue. “Or at least, I was training to be. That was my job, until you made me quit and locked me up in

your house. Until you made it clear that the only way for me to gain any control over my life was to marry your son or sign your

contract. You forced me into this.”

“I forced you to nothing!” Kent hisses, closing the distance between us, his anger alive in him now. “You signed that contract of

your own free will, Fay! You —*

“lam more than this!” I shout, surprising myself — and him, and the horse — with the loudness of my voice, my vehemence.

Kent takes a step back, blinking in surprise. “Fay —*

“No,” I say, stepping forward into the space where Kent fell back, clenching my jaw and staring up at him. “No, Kent — you don’t

get to talk me out of it. All of this is bullshit — that contract is bullshit. It’s just ink on paper — none of it means anything, or reflects

any part of what's actually happening between us. All your contracts and your rules and your regulations? It’s all designed to

make me feel weak, and to make you feel strong and in charge.”

“It's designed to privilege me, yes,” Kent snarls down at me, not giving another inch, “because I am the one who has something

you need, Fay. And your position is to serve me in exchange for it. With gratitude.” His lip curls, now, with anger, maybe disgust.

“Really, Kent?” I whisper, feeling a sudden burst of courage as I realize the actual truth of the situation. I close the distance

between us completely so that my chest is pressed up against his. I allow the line of my body to arrange itself close against him,

my stomach curved against his torso, our hips suddenly aligned.

I look up at him, my eyes wide and clear. “Because I think that the situation is actually reversed, Kent,” I murmur, my voice thick

with the knowledge of my power. “I think that, actually, I have what you need.”

Kent stares down at me, his breath coming hard now, and then suddenly there’s a shift in him — fast, lightning-quick. Just a

simple click behind his green eyes, and one final moment of perfect stillness -

And then Kent breaks.

A moan rips from him as he grabs

me, one arm hard around my waist,

crushing me against him as Kings

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around his body fast, my hands

pressing against the hard muscles of

his back, wanting him closer —

wanting him against me, solid, now.

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Kent moans again, desperate, his

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him. I cry out against his mouth,

shocked and a little frightened at the

sudden force of him, but I wrap my

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He falls forward a little, his footing

unsure, almost drunk on the moment,

lost in me, and then I feel the wooc.of

the stall’s barrier yi harteagdirs my

bark, Porohig a little gasp from me as

the air rushes from my lungs at the

impact. Kent pulls back for a

moment, checking to see that I’m

okay, but I nod to him, fervent, and he

brings his face back to mine. Please

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