My eyes widen, chest tightening, my body still buzzing from the need to come. "Sorry for what?" He takes a step back, turning around and walking toward the door. "Nate…sorry for what?" My voice was a notch higher, almost a repressed scream.
With his hand on the handle, and his back to me, he barely twists his head to the side, not meeting my eyes. "I'm sorry I'm going to hurt you. But I want to make you mine. Your body is mine, and I'm going to hurt it. Your soul is mine, and I'm going to taint it. I've already broken your mind, and I'll do more, little sunflower. I'm going to crush your heart in the palm of my hand and order it to beat for me."
He opens the door, and a woman is standing behind it.
"What—Who? What are you doing?" My feet fall from the chair, crossing my legs in the hope of hiding my nakedness.
