![]() His face is hard and masculine, each feature perfectly symmetrical. He’s probably the most handsome man I’ve ever seen. He’s sitting on the other side of the bar, about ten feet away. Straight into a pair of piercing blue eyes. When I’m done, I put down the glass and look up. He gives it to me, and I greedily gulp it down. On my way back, I ask the bartender for a glass of water. The author neither endorses nor condones this type of behavior. This is a work of fiction intended for a mature, 18+ audience only. It contains disturbing subject matter, including themes of questionable consent and Stockholm Syndrome, as well as graphic sexual content. ![]() WARNING: This is NOT a traditional romance. My name is Nora Leston, and this is my story. There is a darkness inside him – a darkness that scares me even as it draws me in. I don’t know who he is or why he took me. A man whose tenderness I find more devastating than his cruelty. To a man who is as ruthless as he is beautiful – a man whose touch makes me burn. I never imagined one chance meeting on the eve of my eighteenth birthday could change my life so completely. ![]()
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