The Intimacy of Skin

Crew: Pain. After ten years of secrets, that was the only thing that kept me sane. Men had been paying to slap me around for eight years and I refused to let that change.

Until I met a client with fiery amber eyes and gentle hands. That night tore me apart, burned me up inside, and reminded me that pain was what I wanted. What I craved. What I deserved.

Price: My demons left me lonely and stagnant. Not only did I hate my job, but I'd given up on my dream and fell into some not-so-savory habit...