He wanted 1,095 days to claim me

nto the mattress felt te

bones ache, vibrating straight through the sheets. His eyes didn't just look at me; they bore holes st

safe suburban bedroom I had spent the last three years b

erce, tried to channel the independent woman I pretended to be during

lips, promising nothing but beautiful destruction. "This isn't a life,

y eyes water. With his other hand, he pinned both of my wrists above my head in a single, bruising grip, pinning me completely. His rema

man had broken my heart and ruined my life before I fled my father's house 1,095 days ago.

d expensive tobacco. He shoved his fingers deep inside me, a brutal, possessive stretch that made me cry out. "You may say

mpered, my fiancé's name fee

pping with venom as he drove his fingers

arching my hips off the sheets in a desperate, fra

He freed his heavy, thick cock-the one I used to crave, the one that used to anchor me to reality. When he sank into me, it was

fact that I was destroying my own future. I hated how much I missed the

n't stop,

ing orgasm fractured my vision and pull

snapped

the soft, ambient glow of the streetlights outside. The air smelled of expensive sandalwood and lavender body

as M

ng with a patient, rhythmic devotion. He was trying to love me. Tr

ing truly monstrous: a hollow, bitter disappointment that it wasn't Raze. I was a traitor. I was a broken

lumped onto the mattress beside me, breathless and smiling as he pulled m

ied. The words tasted

couldn't lie in the bed we shared while Raze's phantom touch still burned between my thighs. Sliding out from un

on, desperate to pull myself out of the nightmare. But when the s

ssed

I hadn't seen in exactly 1,095 days. The private, encrypted line belonging t

fat

mpire, changed my name, and sworn I would never look back. I t

e floor before I could force my thumb to hit redial. I pressed t

open with a sharp

voice cracking. "Father,

yr

er. Colder. It sent a shockwave of pure ice straight through my veins, freezi

tightly my knuckles turned white. "Why

mpletely hollow, devoid of any comfort. "Yo

rfect bedroom felt like they were collapsing inward. My father was d

nally pricking my eyes. "No,

he syndicate is fracturing. The captains are already moving to seize the throne, and the

slipped from my paralyzed palm, hitt