I sobbed hard onto my knees.
Why was I like this? Why was he like this? What was I thinking?
I wished everything was a dream. And when I woke up, I was away from him and he was with his family.
‘I am with my family. I am home. You are my home.’ I sobbed harder. He was so cruel, lying right on my face, so he could... and I let him.
The pain on my body was nothing compared to the pain in my heart. I hated this.
Why couldn’t I love Tristian? He was sweet, kind and considerate, but my stupid heart wanted the one who was playing me like a puppet.
‘Look at this baby. You want me so much.’ Sometime in the midst of our coupling he had stopped thrusting but I was seeking the pleasure on my own and he rubbed that on my face, asking me to scream his name if wanted more. I did!
I was so path
