His anger was still there, and he used it to break into her. He liked the way her eyes widened in alarm, as if he was forcing a lock, as if he was breaking and entering. It was the first time he’d ever slept with a woman and it felt like burglary.

His anger was still there, and he used it to break into her. He liked the way her eyes widened in alarm, as if he was forcing a lock, as if he was breaking and entering. It was the first time he’d ever slept with a woman and it felt like burglary.

– Rupert Thomson –

The Five Gates of Hell

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