Chapter 2
Raj allows my legs to dangle around his neck for a moment longer. And then, he’s moving incredibly fast. One moment, he’s tongue f*****g me in a storage room, the next, we’re on the balcony of a house in Paris.
My dream is taking a drastic turn and I’m all for it. Metal railings dig into my spine as Raj hoists me upon a brick surface. The brick stings my bare ass cheeks. It is impossibly cold. Below, cars drive past. People argue in French. Any of them could look up right now and see me dangling on a brick surface with a demon hovering above me.
I should be scared of being found out or worse, falling over the railing. Most of all, I should be scared of my obsessive fixations on Raj; of the dark compulsions he brings out in me.
“Your fear is delicious,” Raj grins, as he brings
