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Her eyes were like dia the table at Theo was li fro but the truth

Theo had stilled Not ahis highball to his ain, the movement completely controlled, he spoke His voice was casual, so very casual

‘You’re a fortunate woman Not every woman can boast a lover who’s happy to whore her out for cash’

His eyes were blank Expressionless

‘Or aren’t you going to tell hi sex with me?’

She pushed back from the table Her chair scraped on the tiled floor As she stood up, she had to cling on to the table to keep upright

‘Will it just be our little secret? Is that it?’ he continued, his eyes still with that sae, expressionless look in theh The way you like me to stroke your breasts, the way your body ripens for asm, the way—’

‘You bastard!’

Her voice was shrill, ripped fros

His eyes still looked at her, but now there was a dark, black glitter to them ‘The way you cry out my name as you climax Will you tell him that, I wonder? Or will that just be another little secret from him?’

‘Shut up! Shut up! You unspeakable bastard!

He didn’t even register her outburst His voice was as smooth, as unperturbed as ever

‘No? Not planning on going into thathow you whored yourself to me for it?’

Her hand crashed down on to the surface of the table, shaking the crockery violently Pain shot up her ar, to the tempest inside her

‘It was ht to it! No right to make me do what you did! I don’t have to feel bad about it! It’s you, you who should feel guilty You who—’