She pushed me back against the door. She ran her hands all over me. She pleaded for it. She wanted to show me how sorry she was. I looked at her, expressionless—stone-faced. I grasped her shoulder and pushed her onto her knees. She undid my belt. She was trying to show how sorry she was with her tongue. She was soft and loving—lots of eye contact. She was beautiful. Fuck that. “Back up against the wall. Don’t look at me.” I gripped a fistful of her hair with one hand. I cradled the back of her skull with the other so that I wouldn’t knock her unconscious. I fucked her. Savagely. Her eyes teared. Her mascara began to run. It still wasn’t enough. “Get up. Turn around. Drop your pants. I need to hurt you.”
