Merda! Her lace panties had snagged on his ring, the signet ring he'd inherited from his father, Giacomo Casanova. His father had seduced hundred of women without any problems whatsoever and he was having trouble with just one. This was the real reason he never used the Casanova name. He could never live up to his father's reputation. The old man was probably laughing in his grave.Nine circles of hell, Jack muttered.Hell? Lara asked. I thought I was the Holy Land.You're paradise. Unfortunately, I am stuck there.Her eyes widened. Stuck?Normally, I would love being stuck to your lovely bum, but it would look odd if we go sightseeing with my hand under your skirt. Especially in the basilica.She glanced down. How can you be stuck?My ring. It's caught in the lace. See? He moved his hand down her hip, dragging her undies down a few inches.Okay, stop. She bit her lip, frowning, then suddenly giggled. I can't believe this has happened.I assure you, as much as I had hoped to get your clothes off, this was not part of my original plan.She snorted. No problem. Just rip yourself loose.Are you sure? It will destroy you undies.She narrowed her eyes with a seductuve look. Rip it.Very well. He jerked his hand away, but the panties came with him. He yanked his hand back and forth, but the lacy, latex material simply stretched with him. Santo cielo, they are indestructible.Lara laughed.He continued to wage battle, but to no avail. They could use this material to build spaceships.
Kerrelyn Sparks
The abuser’s mood changes are especially perplexing. He can be a different person from day to day, or even from hour to hour. At times he is aggressive and intimidating, his tone harsh, insults spewing from his mouth, ridicule dripping from him like oil from a drum. When he’s in this mode, nothing she says seems to have any impact on him, except to make him even angrier. Her side of the argument counts for nothing in his eyes and everything is her fault. He twists her words around so that she always ends up on the defensive. As so many partners of my clients have said to me, I just can’t seem to do anything right.At other moments, he sounds wounded and lost, hungering for love and for someone to take care of him. When this side of him emerges, he appears open and ready to heal. He seems to let down his guard, his hard exterior softens and he may take on the quality of a hurt child, difficult and frustrating but lovable. Looking at him in this deflated state, his partner has trouble imagining that the abuser inside of him will ever be back. The beast that takes him over at other times looks completely unrelated to the tender person she now sees. Sooner or later, though, the shadow comes back over him, as if it had a life of its own. Weeks of peace may go by, but eventually she finds herself under assault once again. Then her head spins with the arduous effort of untangling the many threads of his character, until she begins to wonder whether she is the one whose head isn’t quite right.?: Inside the Minds of Angry and Controlling Men
Lundy Bancroft