"Your semen is on me and inside me,” she said, using her fingers to hold her labia open. "See? If I’m an animal, you’re a man who fucksanimals.”

He glared at her. "You’re a whore, aren’t you? Awhore.”

"You knewIwas.”

"No, I didn’t. I thought you had a lover and to please you he gave yougifts.”

"He doesn’t give me Degas sketches because I fuck him. I fuck him because he gives me Degassketches.”

"Show it to me,” he said. "I want to pretend that’s why I cameoverhere.”

She shrugged andstoodup.

"It’s in my office,”shesaid.

"You won’t put on yourclothes?”

"The gallery is closed,” she said. "WhyshouldI?”

He followed her to the office. She could see him out of the corner of her eyes trying not to look at hernakedness.

She switched on her desk lamp and placed the sketch before him on the desk. Sebastian studied it a long time without touching it. She saw his pupils dilate and she knew the sketch excited him in a way that fucking her hadn’t nor ever could. He was the sort of man who wanted a woman to be a girl and if she was too carnal, too sexual, a woman who challenged his primacy, his lust would turn quickly to hate. And to think she’d once judged Malcolm for preferring whores over other women. Now she understood why he did. She’d rather spread her legs for the Minotaur again than this sanctimonious man-child.

"It’s a fake,” Sebastian said, standing up straight and crossing his arms over his chest,defiant.

"You’recertain?”

"I am. Deadcertain.”

"I see.” She picked up the sketch and made as if to tear it into two pieces. Sebastian lunged and snatched it out ofherhand.

"I thought so,” she said, then laughedathim.

Heslappedher.

She stared at him in shock. It had barely hurt, barely stung. He seemed as surprised by the slap as she. Mona laughedagain.

He reached for her and pushed her down onto the desk on her back. Mona spread her legs for him as he unzipped his trousers. He leaned over her and entered her. She came almost immediately. Her breasts bounced as he rammed her repeatedly, spearing her with his cock right into her core. This was hate, not lust, but it felt all the same to her. He fucked her to punish her, to shame her for being too much for him. He fucked her to punish her for having desires he could never satisfy, needs he could never meet, a hole he could never fill no matter how many times or how hard or how deeply he penetrated it. He gripped the back of her knees and spread her legs further, holding her splayed open on the desk before him. It seemed the entire office shook with the force of their fucking. A book fell off the shelves and landed on the floor. The desk drawers rattled. Even Sebastian lost control enough to grunt with each stabbing thrust into her. She grasped his shoulders to steady herself she came again. Her pussy clamped down on his shaft, tight as a hand, and his body bent like a bow when he felt it. He cried out and orgasmedwithher.

When it passed, she released his shoulders and lay passively on the desk. He remained inside her, his head down as if weeping or praying or hiding hisshame.

"Again?” she asked, lifting her hips totaunthim.

"You disgust me.” He wrenched himself out of her and straightened his clothes with his back to her. She wasn’t hurt by his words, only disappointed in him. He had desire but no passion. They would never suit and she’d been a fool to think theywould.

"I wonder if I’ll have a bruise on my cheek tomorrow,”shesaid.

She sat up on the desk and crossed her legs to keep the semen from spilling onto the papers underneath her. Probably too lateforthat.

He turned around. "I shouldn’t have struck you. I’msorry.”

"I hope you find a fine sweet young virgin someday to marry,” she said. "And I hope she opens her cunt for your brother and your father and your best friend the minute your back isturned.”

She thought he would hit her again, but he didn’t. He only picked up his coat and threw it overhisarm.

"The sketch is real,” he said. "You have my wordonthat.”

"Here, you can have it.” She held it out to him. His eyeswidened.