All women love semi-rape. They love to be taken.It was his sweet brutality against my bruised body that made his act of love so piercingly wonderful.

I wanted to curl up into a fetal position and start sucking my thumb, let my tears and dripping saliva pool under me. Sorry. I tried living, tried being sentient. Can’t do it. Can’t live...

Only cowards cook on “low.

I wished for death,” he whispered, and the words took the smile from both our lips.His gaze met mine again, this time it was earnest and beseeching. “I knew I could not leave you behind,...