Star had angry sex. Period.

It never started that way, though it was always intense. There was no languid lovemaking in his repartee. Even ignoring “lovemaking”, he wanted them involved. Busy. Insanely, utterly, single-mindedly wrapped up in the moment. Not ego… there could just be no question what their minds were on – him taking them, not them taking him down. Never again.

But as he held this one’s hands above her head, pinned that one to the bed, pressed the next to the wall… he checked the mirrors, he watched their hands, he followed their eyes… and he got angry.