Chapter Six
I couldn’t help myself; I slammed the door. I knew it was childish, pathetic, but she’d bloody well driven me to it. That woman. God, she really knew how to push my buttons. How the f**k had she managed to get me to all but confess I liked inflicting pain on people—s****l pain, that is. I’m not into domestic violence or bullying. One minute we were talking about my ribs, the next I had a handful of her thick, shiny hair—which smelled delicious too—and was pulling it. Her reaction had made my c**k hard in seconds. So hard it threatened to burst out of my old jeans.
That was what it had been about, of course. Her reaction. Once I’d hinted at my s****l preferences, it didn’t take much for me to spill the beans completely. And now she knew. Knew what I was, what I liked. Once I’d
