ELIOI stared down at the woman sprawled across my sheets, her dark hair fanning out like shadows on the pillow. She was naked, her skin still red where my fingers had pressed. Bruises forming collars around her throat. But she wasn’t her. Not the one who’d put a bullet through my leg and left me with this fucking cane. This one was just meat I’d used to burn off the edge.Everytime I thrust into her, squeezing just enough to feel that rush, that control…then I saw her. Her face, her eyes wide with that mix of fear and fire that twisted me up inside. Her lips parting in a gasp that wasn’t pain, not really, but something else… something that belonged to me. I had come hard, growling into the stranger’s ear, but it was all a lie. A pathetic substitute.And that was the fucked up part.No matter who ended up in my bed lately, it always came back to her somehow. A waitress once. Some politician’s daughter another time. Different hair. Different bodies. Different voices. But eventually the
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