Ides and Vapor from Chapter 8:
“No, asshole. No one’s ever said that to me because normal men don’t tie me up when I’m out of it, and they know I’m not drugged. Only you’re sick enough to do it.”
“Only I’m privileged enough,” I correct her.
“Only you’re fucked up enough with a glandular problem the size of your head. You really should buy yourself an extra-large sombrero to fit that overly large cranium of yours so I can piss on it. That way you’ll really have a reason to be mad at me.” She exhales, her eyes darkening. “I really don’t know what your problem is, but you need to get a fucking grip.”
I cup myself. “Like this? You wanna grip it for me—make sure I’m doing it properly?” I slide my palm up and down the outline of my hard-on.