and mother. I cooked, I cleaned, I smiled. But Hunter' s gaze grew colder
air heavy with the scent of cigars and old books. He stood by the window, several cigarette b
pression was unexpecte
ice low. "I think it' s tim
the back of a leather armchair, trembl
He walked towards me, his movements unhurried,
firmed, his touch strangely te
olished floorboards. I couldn' t show him the surge of unexpected hope that
s to escape. I had run away countless times, only to be dragge
stal?" he would purr, his voice
ng there lightly, a silent threat. "Stay by my side
a dark reel of fear and submission. I co
lity of it, was like a fragile sprout pushing thr
let me go?" I dared to as
from his eyes. They became cold, hard. I
iet room. My body flinched. He seized my arm, dragging me roughly towa
r." His grip tightened, a physical man
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