The instant Black Hamilton's mouth closes on mine, I know I'm lost. Hopelessly hung by him.
I try to pull myself back on the bed, finding only the padded backrest, pillows and its firm weight surrounding me.
The reasonable version of myself tells me over and over again that this could be a very serious mistake, that it is not the person that suits me, that it is dangerous for my own feelings, my occupational health and myself.
I remember Mom's words. Don't let him or any man hurt me. And here I am, having been exposed to a feasible accident of the worst guilt of the person who has now caught me in his kisses.
"Black..." I mutter between hot gasps as his mouth surrounds mine. His lips go down to my chin and I feel the roughness of his incipient beard touching me and generating an elec
