Control.
It’s the one thing Charlotte doesn’t feel like she’s had any of for the past few months. Ever since she had to tell her darkest sexual fantasy in a game of truth or dare at a party, and she saw the way Jackson’s eyes lit up at her words. Now her days are filled with dirty thoughts, and her nights with filthy dreams, about him.
But she knows she can never be with him anywhere other than her mind.
When Jackson corners her and offers to make her fantasy a reality, she’s as shocked as she is doubtful. She doesn’t believe he can make her feel like it’s anything more than pretend when he holds her down and takes her by force. He can’t give her the danger and thrill she’s seeking, so what’s the use in saying yes?
Waking up from yet another dream about Jackson has her agreeing to hand over every bit of control to him, anxious to see what he’ll do with it. Now, she just has to wait until he comes for her.
"Because if you had asked how I felt, I would have told you that I feel like I can hardly breathe when I'm not with you. That you're constantly on my mind and have taken over my thoughts so much that I feel like you've consumed me, and that I was happy to no longer belong to myself. As long as that meant that I was yours."
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