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288 pages, Mass Market Paperback
Published March 20, 2018
Women were mostly alike, he had found. Their minds were usually empty, but their bodies were soft and yielding, and they could provide a special kind of comfort after a day of taking lives.
Did she suspect him of something? Impossible. ...Besides, she was just a woman, with a woman's limitations of intellect. He had no reason to worry.
But the women were like shells—beautiful, alluring, and disappointingly empty. Their desire for wealth and status ranged far beyond their intellect. They were easily bored and seemed unable to participate in even the most basic discussions of philosophy or politics.
'Are you able to do it?'
'Of course I am able,' she told him. 'Am I not a woman?'
'Yes, and I am a man and thus you are naturally inferior to me.'
He yearned for her body, but also for her mind, for she wielded it like a secret knife.... But she was a woman. A woman! Women were not scholars. They were mothers and wives, maidservants and harlots. Besides, she was too desirable to be a scholar.
She was just a woman, after all. A Woman was only as powerful as a man allowed her to become. That was what he had always believed, had been taught since he was a boy.
But she was not like the other women.
'Stop,' she cried.
He wrapped his arms around her body and rammed his desire into her stomach, pushing against her with too much force. His shaft throbbed with impossible need. He found her loincloth with his hands and fumbled to release the knot, desperate to find his home inside of her. Gods, how he wanted her. Needed her.
'Please stop,' she said, and he felt the warm wetness of tears upon her cheeks. 'Just stop.'
But he could not stop. His need was too great.