“Because you what?” “Because I do this kind of thing. I-I’m selfish and bad…” I moan, doused in shame and arousal. “I take what I want because I can’t control myself. I don’t want to.” “And you want me, don’t you?” When I don’t answer, he tugs on my hair sharply. “You want me, Layla.” It’s not a question, but still I nod my head. Yes, I want him.
