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was breathless.
    “If I had known you would’ve gotten your hearin’ back from a decent fuck, I would’ve done it a week and a half ago.”
    “Liar. You would’ve made us wait anyway.” I laughed.
    “Yeah…probably.”

    We made it home in record time. The second we were through the door, Phil threw me over his shoulder and hauled ass up the stairs into the bedroom.
    Both of us were panting as he set me on my feet, and we stared at one another for a few heartbeats when something in the atmosphere shifted. Behind his eyes, I saw the shadows from the heavy guilt, the knowledge of the pain he had inflicted on me. They were the black smudges darkening his soul.
    “Baby Girl, I need you to do somethin’ for me,” he said, sounding uncertain but determined.
    “What’s that?” I whispered in return.
    Taking my face in his hands, he softly kissed me. “I need you to hurt me. Will you do that?”
    For the most part, Phil loved being dominant. It was natural and easy for him, given his size and personality. That part of him shone through in huge quantities when he was up on stage, commanding thousands. The fact that he could command thousands was possibly the reason he was so arrogantly dominant all the time anyway.
    Sucking in a deep breath, I replied, “Yeah. Yeah, I think I can do that for you.”
    He grinned. “Awesome.”
    Phil needed to physically feel the pain that was eating him raw on the inside. He wanted to own his guilt and terror over the last three weeks in his flesh. I understood this, and admittedly…I kind of liked it. It was absolutely sex-inducing.
    But I had a feeling he wanted more.
    That was how he ended up naked with his wrists bound together, secured to the headboard with only enough slack to flip over if I needed him to. A few ideas were flitting through my mind, and I really thought he deserved to hurt a little bit, enough to feel it later on.
    Right at this moment, I understood why he’d needed to share his hurt in the past, give it over to someone else. This felt…necessary. I needed to deliver it. As I straddled his waist, he and I stared into one another for some minutes, unguarded.
    “You were the cause of most of my pain, Phil,” I told him, my voice deceptively soft.
    He nodded. “I know, Baby. It’s why I want you to give it back to me. I need to carry it for you now.”
    “Yeah.” I sighed, and my hand connected with his face with a sharp, stinging crack .
    His head whipped to the side, and the breath left him in a whoosh .
    “That’s for not touching me.” I slapped him again. “For telling me not to touch you.” Again. “I lost so many friends, people I loved, and just when I needed you the most, you abandoned me to face that horror alone!”
    His chest jerked beneath me. “Fuck, Kenna—” He swallowed hard and closed his eyes. “I did. Oh my God…I’m so sorry—”
    “ Sorry? You left me! You let me rot alone in my own ringing head! You know what I felt?” What I’d felt was a furious and deep burning, fueled by all the mental anguish I had suppressed, ignored, and tried to forget.
    “No, Baby—”
    Crack!
    “Fuck!” he grunted.
    “I felt betrayed by the one person I had all my faith in. Deaf, alone, unwanted—”
    “No!”
    “Undesired. Unloved! Like a fucking burden being passed from one person to the next, whoever was taking fucking pity on me!” I shouted. The more I spoke, the more I recognized how true it was.
    “Baby Girl—”
    “I didn’t even know if I was Baby Girl anymore! You made me feel likegarbage, Phil! Like, if I wasn’t one hundred percent functional, then I was disposable! I had just fought my way through literal hellfire, and it had only been the thought of you that made me fight so hard to survive. Then, you just turned your back on me—”
    “STOP!” he screamed, tears leaking out of his eyes now. “Kenna, please…oh God, Baby…I’m sorry! I’m so, so, sorry.”
    “Tell me I’m wrong!” I roared.
    “You’re