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The name came out as nothing more than a helpless plea. "I'm with you," he whispered softly. I fought to keep my eyes open, fought to hold his gaze, desperate to prove I still had some control over myself. But it was useless. My eyelids fluttered uncontrollably. My head fell back against the soft pillow, and a quiet, helpless moan slipped past my lips before I could stop it. I was totally defeated by him, Bryce Mulholland, the man I should hate. I closed my eyes, waiting for his kiss falling on my lips.

The difference between right now and then is that I am completely surrendered. I completely know that I will have no power or nothing in me if she ever decides to destroy us. Because I am utterly hers. Completely.

He explained innocently. He let go of the reins with his other hand. It was almost in slow motion how I saw his hand make its way to my leg. His other hand around me tightened. Shit. I wasn't going to escape this man. My head fell back against his chest. "Relax. I will take care of you. I will make you feel so good." He whispered. His breath fanned the side of my face. A moan left me. I didn't answer. His hand started massaging my leg. "I should tie those hands up. Would you like that? To be dominated?" He asked me in a seductive tone. I swallowed thickly. I did want to be dominated. "Surrender, dove. This is the only way for you to feel normal again." He ordered me. "Okay." I surrendered. I

“Let go Brianna Le’ Blanc, let me help release you from their grasp, whatever scars and memories paint your being, I love you as you are, and I want to set you free, surrender ma rayon de lune. Let me show you the bliss that is your submission.” A whine escaped the confines of my throat, tears pricked at the corners of my eyes. I had weathered it all alone, the pain and abuse, the heartbreak, nobody knew everything, not even I knew that. How weightless it would feel to just hand it over and exist without it for a time. To lay the white flag at Wyatts feet and completely relinquish it all.

In the depths of my soul, a tempest rages, as I wrestle with the choice to surrender to these unearthly flames, or to follow the enigmatic allure of the man who promises salvation at the price of my compliance. And as I look at the man before me, there is a brief flicker of defiance. But then, with a resigned sigh, I lower my gaze and nod my head, my shoulders slumping in defeat. I surrender. The man's gaze narrows, his eyes becoming slits of suspicion, as he assesses the gesture with a discerning eye. "Words," he demands from me. I whisper through laboured breath, "Yes." He has gotten what he wanted all along... My submission. The corners of his lips ascend, a sliver of satisfaction creepin

Surrender. The word rolled in my head like waves pounding the beach, incessant, but comforting. Trust. Give everything. Surrender. When I took her, Cara’s mouth opened and her head dropped back. My breath tore through my teeth as the intense wave of pleasure threatened to strip me of my control completely and for a moment I fought—not the surrender, but the release. This couldn’t be over. Not yet.

I’m still her, still soft, still strong, still angry, still tender and still standing. Click. End recording. **** I stared at the mic for a long time after it stopped blinking. My hand hovered over the trackpad, one second stretched into twenty. Then I clicked Upload. It was done. The truth was no longer mine alone, and that terrified me more than anything else had in years. Luca returned without knocking. He didn’t ask how it went. He didn’t say “proud of you.” He just handed me the same tea — now cold — and sat beside me on the bed. He knew. The words weren’t meant to be celebrated, they were meant to be released.

Nothing should be stopping me from taking what belongs to me. Lightning flashes outside, illuminating the room in stark white light for a brief moment. In that flash, I see her face—beautiful, powerful, and completely surrendered to me. The sight breaks something loose within me. "Mine," I growl, the word tearing from my throat as my control finally slips. "Yours," she agrees, her body trembling beneath mine. "Always yours." The power building between us feels electric, dangerous—like standing at the epicenter of a storm with arms outstretched, daring the lightning to strike. And still, I find myself resisting that final surrender, that complete abandonment of control that would bind us toge

It was too much, it was everything, and it was exactly what I didn’t know I needed until this moment. “Yes.” “Yes, what?” My voice cracked, the sound of the last vestiges of my independence shattering. “Yes, sir.” The words tasted like sin and surrender. His eyes flared, pure predator. It was the only answer he’d accept, and knowing that made the surrender complete.

Excitement bubbled inside me, as I made my way straight inside. The room felt different. Heavier. Like new equipment had been added. Severiano had his back to me. He straightened and wiped whatever he was doing. I didn't care. The heat in my body had taken over my senses. I walked up to him, letting my rope fall, and I hugged him from behind. He paused, held both my hands, and unwrapped it from his body. Turning to me, he said, “I request. You surrender." It was a simple rule but very difficult to obey. Not when my body had taken over the job of my brain.