ZAREK

A Whore. An attention-seeking whore. That's all she is.

And yet—God help me— I can’t stop craving the urge to shove her to her knees, pin her against this bed, and remind her what whores like her deserve.

Anger burned in my chest, hot and tangled with something I don’t want to name. Minutes. It’s only been minutes since I pushed her out, and still I can feel her mouth on me. Still hear the wet sound of her choke, the sharp scrape of her teeth. Still see the defiance in her eyes while she swallowed me whole.

I should’ve slammed the door on her. Should’ve ended it the...