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I Just Want To Go Home

Author: Bree
last update Last Updated: 2025-11-02 23:30:46

Isabella’s POV

His voice dragged the word across the air like a blade. “What the hell is going on in that pretty head of yours, doll?” he growled.

I kept my face a small, obedient thing. The pressure of his hand was steady. The tremor in my throat was real, but the rest was performance.

Men like Damien read the body long before the mind. He wanted spectacle…confession, collapse, contrition. He wanted to close the argument with my surrender. He would not get it. Not tonight.

“You’re choking me, Boss,” I wheezed, as if the air leaving me might pull pity from him. He swore and banged his fist against the doorframe, the sound sharp enough to make me flinch for show. Good…noise covers movement. He wanted spectacle. I’d give him one that let me breathe.

When he left earlier with his friend I nearly squealed. A tiny, private celebration…barely a sound…burst in my chest the second they left the living room. From the look on the girl’s face, I could see a way out of this prison, a
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