CHAPTER 19 The Shadow I don’t regret it. Not any more than when I stuck a gun in her cunt and made her come. And I know how fucked up that is—to take something without consent. I know that’s what I’m fighting against every day. She hasn’t given it to me yet, but she will. I know my little mouse better than she knows herself. She’s in too much denial to see how drawn she is to me. If she wasn’t, she wouldn’t instigate, pushing to get her clit bitten, knowing damn well I stay true to my word. If she genuinely wasn’t intrigued, she wouldn’t have texted me back in the first place. Her actions speak an entirely different language than her words. A language filled with desire and pleas—she just hasn’t learned to translate it yet. Doesn’t make it right, nor does it justify it. But I can't make myself regret tasting something so fucking sweet—so fucking perfect. Even if she didn’t want to want it. Because that’s what that was. She knew I was going to follow through with my threat if she told me to fuck off again, and she kept doing it anyways. And that tells me that my little mouse can’t control how she really feels. This means that whatever she feels, it’s fucking addicting. She fought me so hard initially, her anger and ire only turning my blood to molten lava. The harder she fought me, the harder my cock fought against the confines of my jeans. I wanted so badly to release the zipper and plunge myself deep inside that sweet little pussy. I was close—too fucking close to doing it. Once those cries of pleasure reached my ears, and she gripped me in her hold, shamelessly grinding against my face—I was nearly done for. The only thing that stopped me was the look on her face. When she was coming on my face, she was unashamed. But as soon as the orgasm drained from her body and the kiss was no longer consuming us, she felt nothing but shame. Its going to take time, remind myself.