A Thousand Cuts (Underworld Kings)

by Anne Malcom

I was not in the car with some young guy, definitely not someone my age. This was a man. Unlike any kind of man I’d been close to before.

This man lived in a different world. And I wasn’t talking about the obvious, extravagant wealth. I was talking about the darkness in his eyes when he ordered me onto all fours. The way he fucked me with confidence, violence, dominance. No hesitation. No asking for permission. He fucked me like a man. Like a king.

“I don’t want your money, Sienna,”