Page 65 (1/2)

Of the way he used to tortureand lost myself in hi, oing through a withdrawal, I ae off my need

I am not ready to date, but ive in

Dressing up, I grab my old fake ID and head to a local bar

Theeasy A girl alone in a bar--that’s all the encourage prey, they senseht

I let one of them buy me drinks A shot of vodka, then one of tequilaBy the ti around ood-looking rey eyes Not particularly tall, but reasonably well built He’s an attorney, he tells me as he drives us to a nearbyI don’t care who he is or what he does I just want hi void inside To take away the chill that has seeped deep into my bones

He rents a rooet into the rooins to kiss ue He presses in to explore my body--and suddenly, I can’t take it anymore

"Stop" I shove him away as hard as I can Taken by surprise, he stuapes at rabbing my coat "It’s not you, I promise"

And before he can say a word, I run out of the rooo home, sick from the alcohol and utterly miserable There is no fix for my addiction, no way to quench my thirst

Even drunk, I can’t bear another man’s touch

Chapter 27

It starts off as another erotic drea, hard hands slide upainstthe warht of his powerful body pressing hs apart, and his erection prods atbetween the soft folds and exerting light pressure on ainst hi with the need to take hirasp his tight, et hihs, the sound a low, seductive ru them above my head "Misserotic chills down the side of asp, ht, I see him