One plunge and he was inside her. After such phenomenal pleasure, she thought she could stand his body on hers. The warm glow still permeated every muscle. She should’ve been relaxed and blissful, but the moment he slid up and pushed inside, everything went cold. She detached, as she always had. ...
And when had it ever? Always his timetable, his agenda. It had been like that with her mom and dad too. Whenever Mitch had shown up, he expected his wife to drop everything, cook whatever he wanted, and spend a few days in the bedroom. Then he left her crying. Never had it mattered what she neede...
Tru hadn’t expected that. In a camp like this one, he’d expected something a lot less horrifying. The cages weren’t big enough for a man to stand, so he sat on top of rusted metal that bit into his thighs. A faint scent of musk lingered. Perhaps they’d used the pens for animals. Pen turned her fa...