Kiss Me Like You Hate Me
Her clothes stuck to her, making her erect nipple visible, but Elliot wasn't moved by that.
“What the hell is going on?” Eliot asked.
“I warned you,” Sasha said quietly.
“Warned me about what?”
“You think love is simple,” she said. “It’s not. It’s power. It’s control. It’s choices.”
“You messed with me.”
“You made it easy,” she said, almost bored. Then she reached into her wet pocket and tossed a phone at him.
“Watch the video.”
Eliot caught it. His fingers shook.
He hit play.