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250 pages, ebook
First published December 6, 2016
I'm the pawn, and he's my triumphant captor.
Soon, little virgin.”
“Don't call me that.” My voice trembles only a little, revealing the turmoil inside me.
“What else should I call you? Princess? Darling?”
“You could call me by my name.”
He dips his head, his mouth right by my ear, his voice just a breath. “There's only one thing I'm going to call you. Mine.”
I look up at him, searching his eyes for some hint of kindness, of mercy. There's none. I find only fire- and the thought that comes next makes me shudder: this is vengeance.
You don't know anything about me.”
“I know I could make you come in two minutes.”
A step back, my calves bumping the small chair where I sat. “You wouldn't.”
“No, but you wish I would.”
“I hate you.”
There's something feral about this man, a fire that burns inside him, untamed.
You don't taste sweet,” he says, pausing. “You taste like I'm fucking dying and you're the only water around. You taste like goddamn air.”
“You could call me by my name.”
He dips his head, his mouth right by my ear, his voice just a breath. “There’s only one thing I’m going to call you. Mine.”
“You can run away, little virgin. But you’ll come back.”
“There's something feral about this man, a fire that burns inside him, untamed.”
“You don’t taste sweet,” he says, pausing. “You taste like I’m fucking dying and you’re the only water around. You taste like goddamn air.”
“You hurt me, you know….Whenever I think about you, I hurt.”
He puts a hand to his chest. “Here.”