Does It Hurt?

by H.D. Carlton

Because I… I am also unforgivable.

I scoff. Men. They all suck.

Can’t figure out my own either, considering I haven’t brought myself to freeze the account and call the authorities.

“Was I calling you by another man’s name this entire time? When I fucked you?”

“That would imply there's a lady in the room, and all I see is a fucking leech.”

“No, bella ladra. I’ll never fuck you again, not even when you beg me

was wrong. Fucked up.” “It was,” I agree. “But you're not upset because I fucked you. You're upset because I scared

“Does it hurt?” he rasps, knowing how fucking abrasive he

“I want you to kiss my favorite toe first.”

“Can I do that, bella? Can I give you all of me?” “Yes,” I vow, the word practically tripping and tumbling out of my mouth. “I won’t ever hurt you again. I swear, Enzo.”