The Intimacy of Skin

Crew: Pain. After ten years of secrets, that was the only thing that kept me sane. Men had been paying to slap me around for eight years and I refused to let that change.

Until I met a client with fiery amber eyes and gentle hands. That night tore me apart, burned me up inside, and reminded me that pain was what I wanted. What I craved. What I deserved.

Price: My demons left me lonely and stagnant. Not only did I hate my job, but I'd given up on my dream and fell into some not-so-savory habits. On the days the shadows closed in on me and the itching just beneath my skin got to be too much, I'd pay for the human connection I craved.

Crew was beautiful and he was sad. Something about his tattered soul spoke to mine. When given the opportunity to know him outside of our one-night connection, I couldn't help jumping at it.

I could see the demons behind his icy blue eyes. I could tell he was drowning. I wanted to know everything about him and build something more with him. I'd do almost anything to learn what's haunting him.

But I don't do rough. And I don't think he wants to either.

Contains mature themes.