I was supposed to be the one in control. The master of our time together. The moment I laid eyes on my defenseless gatita, everything within me shifted. Her mere presence sang to my baser needs; she let me gorge myself on her taste-on the feel of her wrapped around me-until I became addicted. I craved the way she came alive beneath my fingertips. The way she'd let me force my will upon her tender flesh. So breakable...