Daddies Taste Better
Lady Sheldonhe smiles when he sees melaughing uncontrollably when stressedi offered you friendship and you spat in my facei feel trapped in my relationship but i love him
“Let. Me. Go!”
But instead, his grip tightened even more, fingers digging into my skin hard enough to bruise. His face was a mask of cold control again, though I could see the strain in his arm and the way his muscles flexed to hold me steady.
I didn’t wait for him to answer.