Gambler’s Conceit

“I’m going to fuck you,” Caleb says directly against my ear. “After you’re thoroughly exhausted from Havoc and Vortex. You’ll be loose and open for me, and you won’t be able to do anything but take me. I won’t even care if you come again.”

If I didn’t know better — if he hadn’t balked initially, if his eyes weren’t a little frantic, maybe — I’d think he was into it.

Push him more, my darker urges say. Make him cry.