บท 19: Chase

Livia wants impersonal, that's exactly what I'll give her. Her eyes fly open as I grab her hips and haul her to the edge of the bed so that her ass is nearly off the mattress, and then I take her knees in my hands and spread her legs wide enough for me to stand between them.

"You want to make this clinical?" I ask, and I can’t help the coldness in my voice—or maybe I can—but I’m too angry to help it. And I’m angry at myself for being angry. Why do I care how she wants me to fuck her? I’m just here for the fucking, however it happens.

She turns her head away from me. "Clinical is good," she says, and in her voice I hear resignation and regret and determination. Livia Ward, always so determined to have it her way.