Romantic Truth and Lies

doesn't reach for her beer to soothe her throa

s that talking to me is more importa

of my body, hardens as she drags

e control over everything I touch." Her hand reaches

ringing up a drop of whiskey before bri

gr

ing me closer to her. She'

y composure and, at the very least, the appearance of control. This twig of a girl has no p

claimed me and made me want to do anything to please her

grasp before shoveling it, along with the rest of the food

es slower. How did

hy. I cast a glance at her wrist, which I had just held. It now appears so frail that I could snap i

hin. Too weak.

e her before. Some

case. And, despite the fact that she has consumed a large amount of beer, I do

met have b

ody to survive based on the innoc

.others

e of my own. If she escaped from one of my enemies, I will take great

de, trying to decipher the h

wrist again, demonstrating that I w

icy veins. I was correct. She was convinced. All I need to know is

n like cattle. But, as I stare at this e

s, commanding voice, and even his cock as

been broken. He might not have even fucked her yet. She's only hu

si

ng to take her and make her my slave. I jus

elf." I've never been sold anyth

ling the truth. I've always been a good judge of charac

y are yo

eyes are downcast,

s if she was hurt by the question. Not th

ids before she opens them and wipes away any traces of

t, as if her eyes have any control over my hand. But I

ll, but that doesn't stop me from saying one more thing. I take a step fo

ly that I shouldn't have noticed. No one with

ner of the bar would not. No one sitti

I

ried and true t

ay, as if nothing ha

xpected. This is a skill I have honed. I can control pe

g off her in thin droplets. Her body doesn't show any sig

still holding her head high. She's not g

should just give her what sh