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He was the kind of guy who made a woman want to rip his shirt open and watch the buttons scatter along with her inhibitions.
“Because I want to fuck you, Eva. I need to know what’s standing in my way, if anything.”
“I want to feel my cum in you when I fuck you with my fingers. I want you to feel my cum in you, so you think about how I looked and the sounds I made when I pumped it into you. And while you’re thinking about that, you’re going to look forward to me doing it again and again.”
In that moment he owned me. I’d do anything he wanted. And he knew it.
He reached down and touched my ankle, his fingertips caressing the diamond anklet I’d put on in preparation for the evening. “And keep this on. I want to fuck you while you’re wearing nothing else.”
“I’m breaking all my rules with you.”
With every second that passed, I felt him withdrawing, the connection between us slipping further and further away.
I wrapped my hand around his muscular forearm and stroked my fingers gently along the underside in silent gratitude. I couldn’t feel the multitude of fine white scars from cutting that marred his skin, but I never forgot they were there. I was thankful every day that he was alive, healthy, and a vital part of my life.
“He couldn’t keep his eyes off your tits.” “They’re very nice tits.”
“God, Eva … your mouth. Keep sucking. Like that … hard and deep.”
He’d had no nightmares during the night.
“I was ten the first time my stepbrother raped me—”
“I saw Dr. Petersen on Friday. He’s going to take me on as a patient, and—if you agree—he’ll take us both on as a couple. I figured if you can trust him, I can try.”
Gideon <3
It’s this place. I don’t—I can’t be here. You want to know what’s in my dreams? It’s this house.”
“Because I believe your touch can erase Nathan’s.”
I’ve enjoyed watching him receive your flowers today. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him smile like that.”
“The only place I’ve had consensual sex,” he said quietly, “before you.”
Brushing away the tear tracks from his face, I stared into his reddened eyes.
He took me back down to the floor, where he buried his face in my throat and cried until dawn.
twenty-four years old,
“Dr. Terrence Lucas,”
I hate this man
