~Vivian~
That very statement seemed to burn Nathan’s spirit more than anything I’d ever said to him. His face turned the color of Santa’s suit, his chest dancing up and down as if he was trying to hold himself back from exploding in tears.
Aww, I must have hurt his male ego so badly.
That realization almost made me want to laugh out loud.
"You’re lying," he hissed. "You’re saying that just to hurt me. You seem to forget that you always begged me to make love to you, and I’ve heard you moan the number of times that I touched you."
“And you seem to forget the fact that we women can get an Oscar for every time we decide to fake orgasms and enjoy your weak strokes.” I retorted, rolling my eyes upwards.
Infuriation was an understatement to what Nathan felt as he scoffed. “Weak strokes, yo
