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Peter
As the preparations for the Nigeria job ramp up, I find myself reaching for Sara with increasing desperation, my need for her blazing out of control. When I’m not training with my men or working on the logistics for the mission, I’m either with her or thinking about her. It’s like an addiction, this craving that never goes away, and the worst part is that no matter what I do, I can’t get Sara on board.
I can’t get her to accept her life with me.
It’s not that she fights me physically. On the contrary, she responds whenever I touch her, and in her eyes, I see the same hunger, the need that’s burning me alive. She might deny it, but she likes it when I’m rough in bed, even more than when I’m gentle. When I take control, it sets her free, easing the torment of her guilt and shutt
