100 Nights to Tame a Cursed Heart
"You want to know what I am?" his voice is barely controlled. "I'm possessive. You're mine, Summer. Not his. Not anyone else's. Mine."
"Possessive isn't love, Luxian...." I said gasping.
"Who said anything about love?"
His hand wraps around my throat, not squeezing, just holding.
"Did you let him touch you like this?" his other hand finds my blouse, ripping it open with one sharp pull. Buttons scatter across the floor. "Did you shake for him the way you shake for me? Did you wet the way your cunt wet for me?"
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Things can't seem to get any worse for Summer, branded as a lunatic, barren, and stabbed in the back by her husband, Rhys Glomarian, and stepsister, Vir