“Everything about you is my business from now on.” His tongue darts out to wet his lips as his pale eyes regard me. “Don’t duck the question. I want to know what you let them do to you.”
“Why? What difference does it make?”
“All the difference in the world” He takes a half-step closer. Just one. Enough to close the gap I fought for. “I need to know how many of them have touched you.”
“You’re out of your mind. You know that, right? You broke into my home with a gun, and now, you’re asking me about my s*x life like some crazy ex-boyfriend, except we’ve never even met.”
“A hundred!” I cry out sarcastically, throwing up my hands. “A thousand! Every man in Manhattan! The whole borough! I’m working my way through Brooklyn next. Happy?”
His breathing changes. It gets heavier, rougher, and I
