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Then I fell to my knees. “No!”

CHAPTER1

Aspen

Two years later

I want to die.

I remember thinking those words often, the haunting feelings grabbing onto my everyday life. I’d almost been debilitated by them, but I’d fought through the wretched moments, relying on an inner strength I hadn’t known I had. Now everything was different.

But it was far more dangerous, at least to my heart.

Darkness surrounded me, clawing at my insides like a demon brought up from the bowels of hell, prepared to drag me into the fires of purgatory for my filthy sins.

Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.

I almost laughed but stifled the sound as I huddled in the intense shadows, barely taking shallow breaths in an attempt to keep my location hidden. My mind reeled with dirty images, picture after picture of the hunger that I’d succumbed to.

And the man responsible.

He was larger than life, his six-foot four-inch body teeming with sculpted muscles, his eyes always burning into mine when he looked at me from across a room. There was never any doubt what he desired.

To taste me.

To stroke me.

To fuck me.

To consume me.

I shuddered from the sensations coursing through every inch of my body. I longed for his touch, the searing of my skin from the lightest brush of his fingers. But I remained in the darkness, refusing to give in. Somewhere in the back of my mind I knew that my choices weren’t in my best interest. They’d allowed the man to take over a good portion of my life.

As well as my mind.

He was dominating in every way, refusing to allow me to object to anything he craved. While I’d tried to ignore the powerful vibrations, electricity crackling into my bones, I’d failed. He was the only thing that could ease the pain.

Even though he required full submission, inflicting his own brand of anguish when he felt necessary. I remained captivated by his prowess, his ability to control anyone at any time. But like a moth to a flame, one day the fire would eat through our flesh.

I heard footsteps and hunkered close to the wall, folding my arms over my knees. He was coming.

Him.

The man I couldn’t resist.

And he would take me again and again, just like he’d promised.

I bit my lower lip when he seemed to be coming closer. Then there was nothing but silence.

“Come out, my sweet kitten, or you will face the consequences.” His husky voice covered me with goosebumps, the smooth velvety tone rich with the promise of punishment.

A part of me wanted to give in, to expose where I’d been hiding for the last several minutes, but the deep emotional need was only a part of the reason I didn’t act on the requirements. He craved the cat and mouse and lived for the moments of freedom, free from the demons he’d lived with for years. Free from the agony coursing through him like a tidal wave.

Only I could give him that freedom.

But it came at a hefty price.

My very soul.

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