One stupid fight, and she had to run away overseas?

Connor rather thought Dawn was overreacting. She should believe him. He’d *had* a thing for older women. Past tense. Finished.

In theory, at least. “Harder,” the blonde woman gasped, and, obligingly, Connor thrust forward harshly, slamming her into the wall. Preternatural strength came in handy when you were fucking random strangers in seedy English bars.
“Pretty boy,” she laughed softly, close to his ear, the sound laced with malice. Her fingers threaded through his hair, yanked hard. “Don’t you have a pretty girlfriend to defile?”

Connor wondered if she could read his mind, her words were so edged with cruel amusement. She seemed…not wholly normal. “Won’t your husband fuck you hard?”

Her eyes glittered. “Soon,” she breathed. “Soon.”

“Yes,” Connor groaned, pushing against her more urgently. Dawn…soon…

When it was over, he slumped against the wall, panting, watching as she righted her clothing and brushed back her hair until she looked every inch a lady. She blew him a kiss as she turned away, smiling coldly, terribly, and when she was gone, Connor wiped his hands on his jeans and made for the exit. He’d never longed more for Dawn.