“I’m going to break you, sweetheart,” he murmurs against my skin in between kisses and sharp nips. “You shouldn’t have let me catch you.” “I wanted you to,” I whisper. “All I know how to do is break things, Maddie.” “Then break me,” I pant, meaning every damn word of it. “I trust you, Volodya. Break me and then bring me back to life.”
