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stopping.”
    One hand lowered to my hip and squeezed until I recoiled in shock; it slid round to my ass and he tipped my hips, fisted his cock and sunk into me in one fluid, conflicted move.

 
 
Three
     
    She wanted an animal and I damn well made sure she got one. I knew the aggression – the fire that burned deep and would continue to smoulder until it could be released. That feeling, being in that place between the sanctuary of pleasure and the hell of guilt for believing you deserved it, was where I lived my life. But not Skye. She deserved all the pleasure in the world; moans as demanding and hungry as hers, a body so responsive, yet defiant enough to keep you searching for new ways to make her succumb; eyes that lit up like a burning autumn sunset and begged you to earn their veneration… she deserved it all; every ounce of pleasure left in the world should have been hers. I was going to make sure she got it…and I was going to make sure I was the one who gave it to her.
    ~Curtis~
     
    I hurt. All over. Every muscle in my body protested as I opened my eyes, consciousness finding me in the same position I’d fallen asleep in. I had no idea what happened; Curtis fucked me with the aggression of a man possessed, and I couldn’t distinguish one orgasm from another. I couldn’t remember when it had begun and when it ended. All I remembered was losing total control of my body, giving it to Curtis and succumbing to the fate that awaited it. It wasn’t sweet, it wasn’t tender; it was hard and fast and rough, and I only realised my body had been pushed to its limits when he climbed off me and slipped into the bathroom. I fell asleep to the roaring sound of Curtis finding his own release, and the tight ache in my body that confused me beyond comprehension.
    The sun was beginning to rise outside, over the hills of Hampshire, framed by the small window of the hotel room. It was still dark, the sky an ominous grey as the sun of a new day fought its way through the darkness. I raised one heavy arm to search for my watch, but it was gone, ripped from my wrist and thrown away during the consensual assault on my body. I didn’t have my phone. I didn’t have my bunny. I couldn’t do what I’d done every morning for the last two years and watch the sunrise whilst talking to Thomas and knowing he was watching over me. I hoped, at that moment, he wasn’t. I’d never felt so ashamed; not only for sleeping with another man, but for wanting to do it again. Through the confusion, the conflict and the uncertainty, I’d never felt so alive. So screwed up, but alive.
    I managed to will my body to rise, leaned up on my forearms and gasped when I saw Curtis sitting on the chair in the corner, rolling a plastic bottle of water between his palms and watching me with an unreadable, guarded expression.
    “What time is it?” I asked, kicking myself for asking such a pointless question when I had a hundred others swimming around my head.
    “Five.”
    “Did you sleep?”
    Another pointless question.
    He shook his head and nodded towards the bedside cabinet. “Water.”
    One trembling hand reached out and clasped the bottle, the plastic crackling in my hold as the after effects still shook my nerves. I drank as much as I could.
    “What happened to you?” I asked, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.
    Finally a question that would initiate conversation; a question that would ease the chaos in my mind. But Curtis didn’t answer; he shifted in the chair and rested one ankle on his knee.
    “A lot,” he finally responded. His voice was dry, despite the empty bottle in his hands. “More than I can tell you, Skye.”
    “You’ve got to tell me something.” I sat up straight and tried to get out of bed, but Curtis raised one hand to halt me. He stood, approached the bed with heavy steps and sat on the edge. “Please, tell me something.”
    “I’m not lying. Your father is my uncle.”
    “I don’t want to talk about that. I