“I don’t know how to feel those things,” he finally admits. “All I know is that I don’t want you to leave. So I’m not letting you leave.” I grab his face and make him look at me. It’s ridiculous he would ever think I would want to. He gives me everything I want. I don’t need love. I have never needed love. “I don’t want to leave. And I don’t need your feelings. I need you to devour and dominate me. I need to be a part of your every waking thought. I need you to want me, not love me. Love can be broken. Love can fade. Love ends in cheating and divorces and trauma.” He blinks and looks like he
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