Chapter One
Mia dug her nails into her lover’s back. “Harder. Fuck me harder.” She spat out the words through clenched teeth and squeezed her thighs around him.
The soft, steady strokes of his cock grated on her nerves. She needed more. Her clit grazed his pelvis and she sucked in a deep breath. The pressure shot a tingling sensation to her core.
Yes.
He pulled back, withdrew his cock inch by inch and Mia wanted to scream in frustration. Hard. Fast. Primal. A good fucking. That’s what she needed.
“You feel so good, Mia. I can feel how wet you are. I could keep making love to you all day.”
She wanted to cry with frustration. She cared for the man inside her. Joseph had been her partner for a few months, but gentle wasn’t cutting it. She wanted hard. She wanted rough and raw. She’d spoken to him about it and still he insisted on fucking her like a china doll.
“Please, Joseph…” Her words dripped with desperation. If only he would move…
She thrust her hips faster and grabbed his hand, forcing his fingers to wrap around her neck, hoping to give him some wordless encouragement.
He ripped his hand away and pumped softly into her. “Yes, yes. I’m going to come. Yes. Yes. Come with me.”
Her tears welled as he grunted and collapsed on top of her before rolling onto his back.
“Did you come?”
She stroked his hair and did the only thing she knew. She lied. “Yes, Joe. It was wonderful.”
Her heart sank. This was the end of their relationship. It wasn’t Joe’s fault. It was hers. The only time she found satisfaction was when she fantasized about rough, raw sex. When she thought about a man with a domineering dark side who took what he wanted, who fucked her so long and hard she ached.
A man whose dark side matched her own.
“Lights up.” She padded into the bathroom naked. “Lights fifty percent.”
The light automatically obeyed her command. She turned on the faucet and splashed water on her face. Dabbing it dry, she looked at herself in the mirror.
A normal woman stared back at her. Not some two-headed monster. Not some sick, twisted freak.
Sometimes she wondered.
Her past had scarred her. Seeing your mother fuck for money and then being sold into slavery as a teenager could do that. She’d dealt with it extremely well. She’d compartmentalized. It was just sex where her dark needs rose to the surface.
“Shit,” she whispered and threw the towel into the laundry. “Lights off.”
She walked back to the bed and tried to smile at Joe. His expression was serious and she resigned herself to what was coming.
It always happened.
“Look, I think… I don’t think this is working.” He sat up and pulled the sheet over his hips. “I just…it’s like you’re not here sometimes.”
“I know.” She perched on the edge of the bed and pulled on a robe. “I’m sorry. It’s not you. It’s me.”
How many times had this happened? Too many to count. Why couldn’t she fall in love with a nice, gentle soul?
She was seriously fucked up.
He patted her shoulder. The simple gesture made her want to cry even more. “We can still be friends.”
As a psychologist, she understood that was a nice way of saying thanks but no thanks . “Sure.”
She couldn’t blame him. She’d do the same thing in his shoes.
She didn’t look at him while he dressed. Couldn’t confront the death knell of another relationship.
He kissed her head. “Goodbye, Mia.”
“Bye, Joseph.”
When the door clicked shut, she flopped back onto the bed and let the tears fall.
Would she ever be able to find someone who understood her needs? Who set her soul on fire? Who completed her?
Probably not.
At least she had her job as a Company psychologist. Rehabilitating criminals provided her with solace.
Swiping at her wet cheeks, she took a deep breath and shoved her desires away, into the padlocked part of her brain.
Time to go to work.
* * * * *
Mia stepped off the elevator and smiled at
Mia dug her nails into her lover’s back. “Harder. Fuck me harder.” She spat out the words through clenched teeth and squeezed her thighs around him.
The soft, steady strokes of his cock grated on her nerves. She needed more. Her clit grazed his pelvis and she sucked in a deep breath. The pressure shot a tingling sensation to her core.
Yes.
He pulled back, withdrew his cock inch by inch and Mia wanted to scream in frustration. Hard. Fast. Primal. A good fucking. That’s what she needed.
“You feel so good, Mia. I can feel how wet you are. I could keep making love to you all day.”
She wanted to cry with frustration. She cared for the man inside her. Joseph had been her partner for a few months, but gentle wasn’t cutting it. She wanted hard. She wanted rough and raw. She’d spoken to him about it and still he insisted on fucking her like a china doll.
“Please, Joseph…” Her words dripped with desperation. If only he would move…
She thrust her hips faster and grabbed his hand, forcing his fingers to wrap around her neck, hoping to give him some wordless encouragement.
He ripped his hand away and pumped softly into her. “Yes, yes. I’m going to come. Yes. Yes. Come with me.”
Her tears welled as he grunted and collapsed on top of her before rolling onto his back.
“Did you come?”
She stroked his hair and did the only thing she knew. She lied. “Yes, Joe. It was wonderful.”
Her heart sank. This was the end of their relationship. It wasn’t Joe’s fault. It was hers. The only time she found satisfaction was when she fantasized about rough, raw sex. When she thought about a man with a domineering dark side who took what he wanted, who fucked her so long and hard she ached.
A man whose dark side matched her own.
“Lights up.” She padded into the bathroom naked. “Lights fifty percent.”
The light automatically obeyed her command. She turned on the faucet and splashed water on her face. Dabbing it dry, she looked at herself in the mirror.
A normal woman stared back at her. Not some two-headed monster. Not some sick, twisted freak.
Sometimes she wondered.
Her past had scarred her. Seeing your mother fuck for money and then being sold into slavery as a teenager could do that. She’d dealt with it extremely well. She’d compartmentalized. It was just sex where her dark needs rose to the surface.
“Shit,” she whispered and threw the towel into the laundry. “Lights off.”
She walked back to the bed and tried to smile at Joe. His expression was serious and she resigned herself to what was coming.
It always happened.
“Look, I think… I don’t think this is working.” He sat up and pulled the sheet over his hips. “I just…it’s like you’re not here sometimes.”
“I know.” She perched on the edge of the bed and pulled on a robe. “I’m sorry. It’s not you. It’s me.”
How many times had this happened? Too many to count. Why couldn’t she fall in love with a nice, gentle soul?
She was seriously fucked up.
He patted her shoulder. The simple gesture made her want to cry even more. “We can still be friends.”
As a psychologist, she understood that was a nice way of saying thanks but no thanks . “Sure.”
She couldn’t blame him. She’d do the same thing in his shoes.
She didn’t look at him while he dressed. Couldn’t confront the death knell of another relationship.
He kissed her head. “Goodbye, Mia.”
“Bye, Joseph.”
When the door clicked shut, she flopped back onto the bed and let the tears fall.
Would she ever be able to find someone who understood her needs? Who set her soul on fire? Who completed her?
Probably not.
At least she had her job as a Company psychologist. Rehabilitating criminals provided her with solace.
Swiping at her wet cheeks, she took a deep breath and shoved her desires away, into the padlocked part of her brain.
Time to go to work.
* * * * *
Mia stepped off the elevator and smiled at
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