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Author: EmelineRousselot
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"Shh, little mouse, you don't have to run away..." my words were hypnotic, whispering into the magic of the atmosphere. "Spanking can be a form of pleasure, just as much as it can discipline."
She gave an almost imperceptible shake of her head, spine ramrod straight, clearly disagreeing with my words.
I stood up behind her, one hand holding her hip, and leaned down, my breath ragged against her neck, my voice husky, "I'll listen to your body... what it wants... and my body... what it needs. You won't feel the pain of correction like you did today... only the pleasure that a little bite of pain can bring."
**When the mouse runs, the cat will chase.^^
WARNING - the contents of this book are VERY graphic and VERY dark.
Copyright 2017 Emeline Rousselot
All Rights Reserved
Parts: 78
Status: Ongoing
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WARNING, this book is SIGNIFICANTLY mature...in physical violence, TRIGGERS, and intimacy. Take this caution carefully before you read it!
*Photos of both Hycinth and Leander*
Chapter 1-- It All Falls Down
Hycinth (age 15)
"Daddy!" The word came out as a gasping scream. I sputtered and coughed in the upstairs hallway, my lungs already dangerously full of smoke. The fire crackled all around us-- my childhood home going up in flames.
My father gripped my shoulders tightly, painfully, giving me a little shake. The eyes of his Wolf glowed with fury and hate. Not at me. But for the Alpha who had come to destroy him. The monster intent of cutting us all down and wreaking havoc...until not a person or a possession remained.
My father yelled to be heard over the roar and crackling of the wood around us, "Get back, Hycinth! Go to Luca at the safe house! Go now! Run!"
"No, Daddy!" I wailed again, tears streaming down my face. I didn't want to leave him. He was hurt, bleeding from several deep claw and bite wounds on his body. The scent of iron oxide, a byproduct of his leaking blood, drifted into my sensitive nose, combining with the oppressive stench and carbon dioxide burning in the air. I could barely breathe.
