Rough Love

I was just about to start in on his belt when I felt a sharp pain in my skull. Henry had grabbed a fistful of my hair and as he flipped us again, we fell, colliding with… something. I was a little too distracted to care.

When sexual tension is pushed to the limits.

(Can be read as a stand alone, otherwise:

This is a companion piece to my story Hijacked On Reality. It is a continued piece in Darcy's point of view from chapter three.)