In The Corsair's Bed (Corsairs, #2)

by Ruby Dixon

I’ve had so much sex—non-con and otherwise—at this point that one more round wouldn’t make a difference to me.

I’m still not a fan of how Dixon handles, or doesn’t, rape.

because she’s been treated badly in the past,

That’s putting it mildly.

Then, she begins to talk, and part of me wishes I’d never asked. The things she describes are so awful, so degrading that it makes me ill. Her

I really wish Ruby would go a little deeper into these dark topics, they always feel too glossed over.

Cat looks a little surprised. “You’re leaving? Where are you going?” I crack my knuckles like Alyvos does. “I have to go punch things.”

That’s it? She just poured her soul out to you and you’re leaving her? Ugh

into

Onto*

stations. To aliens, we’re walking, talking sex dolls. People don’t think anything of grabbing a girl or invading her personal space. They just don’t care. We’re not real people to them.

Not so different from Earth then.

Wow. I feel a lot like Princess Leia in a Star Wars movie, right down to the collar.

“It would break me if I hurt you,” I tell her, my throat aching with how much I want her.

“Trust me, like I trusted you.”