Captive in the Dark (The Dark Duet, #1)

by C.J. Roberts

I can’t control my face leakage

Only his arms mattered, only the tangible feel of hard, sturdy flesh surrounding mine. His embrace said all the things his lips could not or would not, they said, you’re safe and I will protect you, maybe even some semblance of caring about me, however fucked up, but everything was fucked up.

I hated him, but I didn’t either. And I didn’t understand anything anymore, least of all myself.