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KANE I wait in the shadows. I’m used to the shadows. The shadows have been my friends since the systematic destruction of my childhood. It’s what made me who I am. That’s probably also the reason I have deviant tastes and a thirst for sexual violence. Which is why I’ve kept it under wraps. Being celibate for months on end was easier than indulging in mind-numbing, soul-crushing vanilla fucking. Trying to restrain myself was a painstaking task I preferred not to undergo. What the girls meant by ‘harder’ misaligned with my understanding of the word. They meant deeper in a way that heightened their pleasure but didn’t hurt them. While for me, my flavor of sexual deviance was complete fucking control with a touch of pain. A dash of sadism. A sprinkle of tears. It truly turns me on to see the woman I’m fucking enjoying the pain as much as the pleasure. Dahlia is the only girl who takes my raw, depraved sexual dominance. And the best part? She gets off on it. She comes harder when the pain a