Walking on Thin Ice
Language: en
The first thing I did after being diagnosed with late-stage brain cancer was to sleep with my husband's brother. Liam burst through the door, his foot crushing a discarded ultra-thin condom. I'd never seen such a deranged look on his face. He’d beaten a man to a bloody pulp, then gripped my throat, his voice trembling. "Why would you do this? Have you lost your mind?" I gasped for air, nearly suffocating, but a laugh still escaped my lips. Why? Because I was dying. Before I faced the end, I wanted to taste that forbidden pleasure, the one that drove him so mad. …