Her blood. Her pain. Arousal spread slowly from my core and outward, and soon my pants were uncomfortably tight. I bit down on a curse. I was sick and twisted in more ways than I could count, carrying a list of sins long enough to damn me to the underworld for far longer than an eternity. But this? This was my worst fuck-up yet. By a longshot. And the worst part of it wasn’t what was currently happening, but the terrifying realization that I had absolutely no control over what happened next. And I was always, always in control.
