Hay encuentros que no deberían ocurrir. No porque sean peligrosos... sino porque cambian demasiado. Yo no lo estaba buscando. Solo estaba intentando olvidarme de alguien más. Pero el problema es que Damián no parece alguien que se olvida fácil. Y yo tampoco sé si quiero hacerlo. Entre llamadas a las dos de la mañana, silencios que pesan más que palabras y decisiones tomadas con el corazón roto... algo empezó a construirse sin permiso. O algo se está rompiendo sin que lo notemos.

《 "You're a woman without a voice, Briony," he whispers against my lips. "Let me be the throat through which you scream." 》 Briony Strait Sex, masturbation, erotic thoughts. I was taught these things were shameful. Sinful. Vile. Girls like me aren't promiscuous. We look down on those who are. We're proper. Pure. Innocent. But the more I see of the masked man lurking in the shadows of the night, the more evidence of his sick obsession of me, the more my lustful imagination runs wild. I wanted sin. And I wanted it with him. Aero is my stalker. He's like the air around him. Vanishing whenever he pleases. Showing up to surprise me when I least expect it to pleasure me in ways unimaginable. He only has two rules for me: Give myself over to my hidden desires. Never find out who he is. What he doesn't realize is he's creating a monster. One with the same insatiable hunger for the sickest form of toxic love. THAT SIK LUV