I’ve never been loved. Growing up with a drunk father taught me to trust no
one. When a man offers me a way to achieve my freedom, I’m put to the test. He
thinks he’ll win when all I see is a man who wants to strip me of my freedom.
I’ll play his game, because in the end, I’ll be the victor.
No man will ever have full control over me again.Chadwick
I’ve never loved another. I own them, I play with them, and I let them go.
Until I meet Eve, and I see more behind her eyes. She needs to be owned and
dominated. I can’t promise her love, but she has me rethinking everything I’ve
ever known. She thinks she’ll win our little bet, but she’ll learn.
I always get what I want.
hair must give her that second she needs to bring her mind to the present. “Um,
excuse me?” she asks, still standing, her tits about to fall out of the too small dress that shows every luscious curve of her body.
her eyes. “Sir, but please call me Eve.”
McKenna from earlier is still on my desk. When I grab it, I tip it toward me
and take a long sip, never taking my gaze off her. She wiggles under my stare,
and I internally chuckle.
in her tone.
me. “Why am I here, Sir?”
understand? Now, take that cute ass of yours”—I point at the chair in front of
my desk—“that’s too fucking sassy at this point, and let’s chat. I understand
you’re down on your luck, and I have an offer for you.”
mother, veteran and a wife of a cancer survivor. Originally with a degree in
education, she started writing as an outlet that has led to a deep passion. She
lugs her computer with her as she crafts her next story. Her imaginary
friends become real on her pages as she creates a world for them. She loves
pretty nails, spikey hair and large earrings. Leigh can be found drinking
coffee or wine, depending on the time of the day.