They call her a fool for the way she chose to live her life. They call him the perfect man for the way he lives his. But everyone's got something to hide and only fools believe what they first see. "I want to bring you to the very brink of madness," he whispered, pulling my head back by the hair "where you feel and taste nothing but me; to the point where the very thought of me denying you pains you." he bared his teeth and stared deep into my soul, making me whimper at the intensity of his gaze. "Do you understand? You will beg for my touch, live for my touch. But unfortunately for you, I am not merciful." a dangerous smirk graced his features and I gulped a big breath of air, my heart pounding so hard I thought I was going to pass out. And yet, my skin was burning with anticipation. I relished in the knowing that he was going to hurt me and I was going to love every second of it.