The Ugliness Inside
Trevor Sykes was every woman's secret fantasy. He was strong, charming, intelligent, and deathly handsome. His presence sucked the air right out of your lips--literally. Hundreds of brave souls had fallen victim to his charisma and insatiable allure. His 3000 thread Egyptian cotton sheets earned their keep. Hundreds of naked bodies have lain balled beneath those maroon sheets; a mischievous smirk permanently etched across their faces.
And just when their resolve began to wean and they anxiously scanned for their panties, they'd see him standing there, watching them with a look that stole your breath away all over again. A tower of power and mystery. They'd feel embarrassed; maybe even giggle shyly.
But any reservation or uncertainty dissolved when he cracked a half-smile and walked towards them with an unquenchable hunger in his eyes. Their hearts would quicken to the sound of love rushing in as his hands touched wherever they pleased. Instantaneously their bare bodies would dance to the song of love for a second time in less than two hours, sometimes even more if their stamina held out all night. And when he had finished with them, they would lie there panting, wondering how in the world they had ever gotten so lucky.
They never did this. Definitely not on the first meeting. But Trevor exuberated a confidence that was intoxicating and irresistible. It was as if they had known him for years. That he knew all their deepest and darkest secrets, and yet, didn't care. They could trust him.
Trevor was many things, but trustworthy was not one of them. Beneath all the layers of control and dominance lay a darker, more sinister side of him. He was a sociopath with a very particular appetite. And he always got what he wanted. Always.