I stormed out of Mark’s condo, my heart pounding with frustration. He had resisted me.

Again.

I had felt his body tense, seen the way his jaw clenched, the way his hands fisted at his sides—he wanted me. I knew he did. But still, he pulled away.

The rejection burned deep, not just in my body but in my pride. No one had ever resisted me like that and it made it all worse, it was as if the rejection only made me want him more. But if he wouldn’t give me what I wanted, then fine. I had ...