By a Thread

by Lucy Score

Life to Christian James was color and texture and beauty and fun.

My father hadn’t raised pathetic. He’d instilled in me a deep and abiding faith in my inherent value. I was more than just some toy for a bored, horny executive to play with. I was better than a quick fuck.

“I don’t want anything serious,” I whispered on a shiver when he brushed a kiss to the corner of my mouth. My lips burned with the need to feel his. His laugh was gentle, but I still heard the sound of prison doors slamming shut. “Oh, sweetheart, you no longer have a choice.”

“This isn’t for just one night, Ally. So get used to it. Once I’m inside you, there’s no going back.” Ever.