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“I do it for you, Christian, because you need it. I don’t. You didn’t hurt me last night. That was in a different context, and I can rationalize that internally, and I trust you. But when you want to punish me, I worry that you’ll hurt me.” Fuck. Tell her. It’s truth-or-dare time, Grey. “I want to hurt you. But not beyond anything that you couldn’t take.” I’d never go too far. “Why?” “I just need it,” I whisper. “I can’t tell you.” “Can’t or won’t?” “Won’t.” “So you know why?” “Yes.” “But you won’t tell me.” “If I do, you will run screaming from this room, and you’ll never want to return. I can’t risk that, Anastasia.” “You want me to stay.” “More than you know. I couldn’t bear to lose you.” I can no longer stomach the distance between us. I grab her to stop her from running, and I pull her into my arms, my lips seeking hers. She answers my need, her mouth molding to mine, kissing me back with the same passion and hope and longing. The hovering darkness recedes and I find my solace. “Don’t leave me,” I whisper against her lips. “You said you wouldn’t leave me, and you begged me not to leave you, in your sleep.” “I don’t want to go,” she says, but her eyes are searching mine, looking for answers. And I’m exposed—my ugly, torn soul on display. “Show me,” she says. And I don’t know what she means. “Show you?” “Show me how much it can hurt.” “What?” I lean back and stare at her in disbelief. “Punish me. I want to know how bad it can get.” Oh no. I release her and step out of her reach. She gazes at me: open, honest, serious. She’s offering herself to me once more; mine for the taking, to do with as I wish. I’m stunned. She’d fulfill this need for me? I can’t believe it. “You would try?” “Yes. I said I would.” Her expression is full of resolve. “Ana, you’re so confusing.” “I’m confused, too. I’m trying to work this out. And you and I will know, once and for all, if I can do this. If I can handle this, then maybe you—”

E l james grey  
E l james grey  

Fifty Shades of Grey

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