I’d do one thing and one thing only: F*ck and leave.

  F*ck and leave, f*ck and leave, over and over again.

  Like a prayer, like a mantra.

  As long as I could bury myself in some pretty little thing,

  I could ignore the carnage she’d left in her wake.

  But life has a funny way of forcing you to face that which you least desire.

  A chance encounter, a woman in need of my help…

  And of course, who is it?

  Her.

  That fickle b*tch.

  That heartless whore.

  I want to do to her body what she did to my heart:

  Tear, plunder, destroy.

  I want to wrench her hair back and make her scream my name.

  I want to leave the imprint of my hand on her flawless skin.

  I want to own her completely.

  But she has shadows following close behind her.

  Men who hunger for repayment in flesh.

  They want her as badly as I do.

  I have only one thing to say to them:

  Too damn bad.

  I will not rest until my lust is sated.

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