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No escaping him

ผู้เขียน: Valerie Ray
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The first few weeks in the house were a blur of silence and sudden, violent bursts of passion that left Lyra shaking and exhausted. The house was huge, but she never left the master bedroom or the bathroom unless Soren was holding her hand or pulling her by the gold collar around her neck. He had turned the bedroom into a sanctuary and a prison, filling it with things he thought she would like, but every gift felt like another link in a chain. She spent her days staring out the window at the th
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  • Heated Pleasure    No escaping him

    The news of the wedding didn't feel like a promise or a romantic gesture to Lyra, it felt like a death sentence wrapped in white lace and silk. For the next two weeks, Soren treated her like a doll he was preparing for a showcase, bringing in designers and seamstresses who were paid enough to keep their mouths shut and their eyes away from the gold collar that never left her neck. She had to stand still for hours while they pinned fabric to her skin, her arms held out and her gaze fixed on the wall, while Soren sat in a leather chair in the corner of the room, sipping whiskey and directing every single detail of her appearance. He didn't want her to choose anything, he just wanted her to look exactly how he imagined his perfect, broken wife should look.One morning, after the last of the dress fittings, Soren walked over to her and slid his hand up the back of her thigh, squeezing the flesh hard enough to leave a mark. He leaned in and kissed her neck, his teeth grazing the edge of th

  • Heated Pleasure    No escaping him

    The first few weeks in the house were a blur of silence and sudden, violent bursts of passion that left Lyra shaking and exhausted. The house was huge, but she never left the master bedroom or the bathroom unless Soren was holding her hand or pulling her by the gold collar around her neck. He had turned the bedroom into a sanctuary and a prison, filling it with things he thought she would like, but every gift felt like another link in a chain. She spent her days staring out the window at the thick wall of trees that surrounded the property, wondering if anyone in the world even remembered she existed or if she had truly become a ghost in the middle of the woods.Soren had changed since they moved, becoming even more focused on the physical act of owning her, as if the isolation of the countryside had stripped away the last of his patience. He didn't want her to just be submissive; he wanted her to be an extension of his own will, reacting to his every whim before he even had to speak.

  • Heated Pleasure    No escaping him

    Lyra spent the next few days in a haze, her world shrinking down to the four walls of the apartment and the heavy, constant presence of Soren. He didn't let her out of his sight for more than a few minutes, and even when he was in another room, she could feel him watching her through the open doors or listening for the sound of her footsteps. She had stopped trying to find the phone or look for a way out because the fight had drained everything out of her, leaving her as a hollow shell that only reacted when he touched her. She spent most of her time curled up on the sofa or lying in bed, waiting for him to come back and claim her again, because the anticipation of his touch was the only thing that made her feel alive in the silence.Soren came home from a few hours of work on Tuesday, and the second he stepped through the door, he didn't even take off his coat before he was crossing the room to grab her. He hauled her up from the couch by her waist, lifting her off her feet and pinni

  • Heated Pleasure    No escaping him

    Lyra woke up to the feeling of Soren’s hand wrapped tightly around her throat, not squeezing enough to stop her breath but enough to let her know he was there the second she opened her eyes. The bedroom was dim, the curtains drawn tight to keep the world out, and she felt a heavy sense of dread settling in her stomach as she looked up at him. He had been watching her sleep, his eyes dark and focused, and he didn't move his hand even as she blinked and tried to shift her body away from him. She was still naked, her skin marked with the red and purple bruises he had left from the day before, and she felt a strange mix of disgust and longing that she couldn't shake."You were dreaming about someone," Soren said, his voice raspy and dangerous, his thumb rubbing against the side of her neck.Lyra swallowed hard, her throat clicking against his palm, and she tried to force a smile that didn't reach her eyes. "I wasn't dreaming about anyone, Soren, I was just sleeping."He tightened his grip

  • Heated Pleasure    No escaping him

    Soren didn't just stay the night; he moved in without asking, throwing his bag on her bedroom chair and taking over the space like he had owned it for years. Lyra spent the next few days walking on eggshells in her own home, feeling his eyes on her every time she went to the kitchen or tried to take a shower, and the air in the apartment felt thick and heavy. He didn't go back to his own place, and he didn't tell her when he was leaving, because he had made it clear that the time for asking was over. He spent most of his time sitting on the sofa, watching her move around the room with a look of quiet satisfaction, as if he had finally captured a wild animal and was just enjoying the way it paced inside the cage.On Thursday morning, Lyra was trying to get ready for work, struggling to zip up her dress while Soren stood in the doorway of the bedroom, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed. He didn't say anything for a long time, just watched her struggle with the zipper, and t

  • Heated Pleasure    No escaping him

    Lyra didn't sleep for the rest of the night, lying awake in her bed and feeling the sticky residue of Soren on her thighs while she stared at the ceiling. Every time she closed her eyes, she felt his hands on her neck and heard the way he told her he would lock her in a room if he had to, and the fear wasn't just in her head anymore. She tried to tell herself that he was just talking, that he was just trying to scare her into staying, but the way he had looked at her in the car wasn't a bluff. He looked like a man who had finally decided that the rules didn't apply to him anymore, and the thought made her stomach churn with a mix of terror and a shameful, pulsing heat. She spent the morning avoiding her phone, but by noon, she couldn't take the silence, and she checked her messages only to find a single text from him that simply said, I'm coming over at six, be ready.She didn't reply, but she didn't try to block him either because she knew it wouldn't matter. He had a key to her plac

  • Heated Pleasure    Ex boyfriend rival

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  • Heated Pleasure     Ex boyfriend rival

    The relentless downpour transformed the city into a shimmering veil, each drop a cold accusation against Liora's skin as she huddled beneath the lamppost. Her body trembled not just from the chill seeping into her bones, but from the storm raging within—betrayal's sharp edges slicing through the fr

  • Heated Pleasure    Ex boyfriend rival

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  • Heated Pleasure    Ex boyfriend rival

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