She lied to me, used me, but that doesn’t erase the way her body responds to mine, the way her eyes darken with need. I shove the sadness aside, burying it deep where it can’t interfere with the here and now. This moment, her vulnerability, her raw desire—are mine. As much as it hurts, I can’t release this twisted connection. She’s mine, even if she hasn’t realized it yet. I lean closer, my breath mingling with hers. “Good girl,” I murmur. “You’re taking my fingers so well.”
