“I never uttered those cursed words.

Not when I took you in bed.

Not when I fucked you in the shower.

Neither the time I fucked you on the kitchen counter,” he hissed.

Each of his words was deadly, and it’s a surprise I was still standing on my two feet.

“We probably have fucked more than a hundred times in these past few months.

But I never let those words slip.

And do you know why?” He ...