I hate not being in control, and right now I feel like a puppet getting his strings pulled in many different directions.I have two choices, Maya. But right now, I’m trying to grasp at straws to keep sane. Me agreeing to be her muscle wouldn’t have prevented her from getting whipped by her mother’s boyfriend. Maybe I should have said yes? It is stupid, I know. She wanted me to be her shield after I took down one of the gang leaders like he was a punk. I didn’t expect to assemble a harem and get caught in gang politics.Suzy came to me a while ago, before I got stabbed, asking me to protect her. She was wearing a deliciously long, silk nightgown, almost transparent and of the exact black to match her hair which was now loose and flowing down her back. Mira came in through the communicating door. I showered and almost exhausted crawled into my bed. ‘I will come to you.’ I went into my suite and undressed, leaving the incredibly expensive dress I had been given in a heap on the floor. ‘We have no work tomorrow.’ We were by this time walking through the ship back to our cabins. You loved it but your bourgeois mind says you should not have.’ She was right.
But tonight you yourself have been the object of lust you have seen the darkness and your body took control rather than your mind. ‘You have never just fucked before, have you? You have always needed to feel a connection with the object of your lust. It had all been so lewd, so sexual but without romance – the romance that I had always assumed I needed.
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