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- Vanessa, honey, I didn't take advantage of you. He pulled me to his chest. I couldn’t resist his touch, though I was seething with anger, eager to inflict pain on him. Physical pain. I stared into those muddy green eyes of his, motionless, like a fly caught in a net.
- I let you use me.
- You let me use you? I felt my eyes fill with tears. Poor orgasms. f**k.
- What do you mean? He wrapped his palms around my face and wiped my tears with his thumb before answering.
-That means I wanted to help you and give you whatever it took to make you feel better.
- Orgasms are not listed in the patient care manual.
I couldn’t look into anything but his eyes because he was holding me as if he didn’t intend to let me go soon. I was ashamed, wishing I ought to appearance away, however h
