I was the girl who was never wanted, passed around like a burden from person to person, never feeling like I belonged anywhere. My mother hadn’t even wanted me. But strangely, seeing my name permanently etched onto his skin–his cock of all things–it filled a void inside of me that had always ached, a void left by all the years of abandonment and rejection. I was suddenly starving. I reached out my hand tentatively. “Fuck yes, touch me. I’m desperate for it.” His voice was a pained, delicious growl, like gasoline on the fire that was already burning in my belly.
