“Meet me for a bite around the corner,” he said.
She hadn’t understood the implication.
She hadn’t envisioned herself pressed tightly against a back wall in the alley, her legs splayed wide, her skirt riding high on her thighs.
Her heart threatened to burst from the fear when he drank from her.
He told her to hold on for as long as she could and, as long as she did, he rewarded her with pleasure.
—It was a lovely way to die.