I’ve wanted this every second since the first night I met her. Now that I know more about her, how she’s the one forged from iron will, I want her even more. It might make me a twisted fucker, but I even liked taking her kid out for ice cream. The more I know about her, the more I want to bite her neck and claim her as my own.

The thought is confusing to me. I’ve never wanted anyone like this. Each time I’m with a woman, I struggle to overcome the niggling anxiety that ...