A Message from Him—
To the curious little thing holding this book…
You came here for a love story? Baby, you opened the wrong fucking book.
This isn’t about sweet kisses or candlelit promises.
This is about me pinning her down when she moaned my name like a prayer and a curse.
It’s about her tears drying on my tongue.
It’s about the way she said no with her lips, but yes with her thighs.
I stole her. Broke her. Fucked her until she forgot what freedom felt like.
And you’ll hate me for it.
But keep reading…
Because by the time you reach the end,
you’ll wish I’d chained you instead.
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A Message from Her—
To the girl who thinks she wouldn't fall…
He didn’t ask. He didn’t knock.
He came in like a storm and ruined me with his touch.
I said no. I screamed. I bled.
But my body betrayed me.
Again. And again. And again.
Now, when he’s gone, I ache.
When he’s near, I burn.
You’ll judge me.
You’ll call me weak.
But wait till he touches you with those hands that destroy and worship at the same time.
Then come back…
And tell me you wouldn’t crawl back to your cage too.
If you’re curious… keep reading.
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