After she was done, she steeled her nerves and leaned into him; ran her tongue across his lips then kissed him. It was like kissing stone. He pushed her back and got to his feet.
“Kurt, I did everything you wanted,” she blurted as she saw him reach for his bag. “I’m carrying your semen in my stomach. You have to let me go to the police; let them take me to a hospital.”
“I want more,” he said mildly and to Lee’s mind-numbing horror, he pulled the carving knife from the bottom of his bag. She remembered his lust for brown n*****s and hers were the color of nutmeg.
“Don’t you fuckin’ understand? I need to have you. It’s the only way, Lee. You came to me as a woman. I can’t let you leave the same way.”
“Kurt. No.”
“I want your breasts. I want what you carry between your legs.”
He turned
