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my arousal and spreading it up over my swollen nub.  My breath hitches in my throat as my vagina clenches with want.  Brock’s hand goes to his incredible length and he grips it tight.  His hand slides up, gathering the bead of moisture from his red, angry head, and spreads it down the shaft.
    I want him so badly.
    “Brock, please,” I beg.  “Make love to me.”
    “I don’t make love, I fuck.  And, I’m going to fuck you, Cassidy.  Hard and fast.  You’re going to love every minute of it,” he promises. 
    “Yes,” I breathe.
    We didn’t get to have sex that time.  Celia and Charles came home early and interrupted us, but just a taste of his controlling nature was enough to have me thinking about it for days after.
    “Here you are.”  The waitress setting down our coffee snaps me out of the memory and back to the present, thankfully.  My chest is rising and falling quickly and my entire body feels flushed.  I’m turned on from a simple memory.  How ridiculous is that?!
    “Everything okay?” Brock asks smugly, as if he knows what I’m thinking.
    “Of course,” I say, faking a smile.
    “Good.”  He takes a sip of his drink and I can’t help but watch as his perfectly plump lips wrap around the ceramic mug.  A trail of froth coats his top lip and I itch to run my tongue over it, erasing the residue.  My knees clamp together and I pinch my thigh, willing myself to snap out of it.  I’m being preposterous.
    I sip my latte and check my watch. 
    “Plans for this afternoon?” Brock asks when he catches me looking at the time.
    I nod.  “I have things to do, so I can’t be too much longer.”
    “I won’t keep you long.  I like spending time with you, Cassi.  I want to do it more.”
    “Like I said, Brock, I really don’t think that’s a good idea.”
    “Let’s just take it slow, no pressure.”
    “Okay, fine, whatever,” I agree.  I’ll just ignore his phone calls.  Genius!   “I hate to cut this short, but I really do have to go.  Thanks for the coffee.”  I swallow the remainder of my drink and take out my purse.
    “Don’t you dare leave money on the table, Cassidy,” he says sternly.
    “Okay, well, my treat next time.  Thanks again.  Bye.”  I rush out and into my car, driving the short distance to Elody’s daycare.  After picking her up for the day, we make our way home and commence our daily dinner-bath-quality time-bed routine. 
    When my beautiful daughter is tucked up in bed, I snuggle up beside her and she rests her head in my lap.  Opening up the book in my lap, I begin to read.
    “Once upon a time, there was a beautiful princess…”
    At the end of the story, Elody looks up at me.  Her beautiful eyes are droopy with tiredness and her little lips are pouty.  She’s so beautiful.
    “Mommy, will you ever find a handsome prince?”
    “I don’t need a prince, baby.  I’ve got you.”  I kiss her forehead.
    “Every princess needs to find her prince, mommy,” she informs me.
    I kiss her again and smile.  “Maybe I’ll find him one day.  But for now, I’m content, baby.  I’ve got all I need right here in this bed.”  That’s the damn truth.
    “Okay, mommy.  Night.”
    “Sweet dreams, baby.”  I slide out of her bed and pull the covers up under her chin.  Giving her one more kiss, I turn out the light and pull her door almost closed.
    After showering and dressing for bed, I climb under my own covers and in the safety of the darkness, I let my mind wander back to a moment in time that most days feels like a lifetime ago.  But, right now, it feels like yesterday.

CHAPTER ELEVEN
    THEN
    Five years ago
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    I’ve never been more scared in my life.  When I was a little girl, imagining this moment, I was never alone.  I was always here with my husband, his hand clasped firmly in mine, giving me silent, unwavering support.  In reality, I am alone.  So alone.   The only other people in the room are