His voice, no matter how consonant the intonation, was always scornful. He was the one she couldn’t escape. No matter how many times she fled for th... care of another, no matter how many shoulders she cried on, or how many friends claimed her, she returned. She returned because he was more abusive than any physical pain, and subconsciously, she liked this. He sat on the edge of a splintered table, while the dim lights flickered overhead. His arrogant eyes were aimed low as he used the box-cutter. He wanted her lying amid Lissy’s angels, lapping and suckling at nipples and clits. He wanted her begging for him to demean her. To use her. To fuck her. To dirty her. All that naked desire heated his icy blue eyes. He saw when Cyrene registered the lust for the pain and fury. Saw her shrink back in fear when she understood that it was directed at her, and suddenly those violent needs evaporated. Mark closed the short distance between them in a single step. He slipped a hand into her long dark. Dealing with Stores was easy. They knew who she was at first glance, and they seemed to be used to talking to people in various states of dress, so no one paid her slowly drying clothes any mind. Sophia had to wait a while to get her jumpsuit and a small vacuum sealed package of linens for her cabin, but she stood patiently, knowing that the delay was typical of any bureaucracy, even on a ship that never saw ground more than once or twice a year.Admin was a bit harder."Sophia Delgrada." She. The conversation started to change and we ended up talking about our sex lives. It turned to our likes and dislikes and when it turned to how often we get it I was shocked. “Only once every six months?” I asked. However, my own sex life was not that much better. How can this stunning woman get it twice a year? I don’t know if it was the wine or the conversation, but she reached out to grab my hand and placed it in between her legs and said, “I would love you to fuck me. I have been thinking.