𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚢. 𝚁𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎. 𝚃𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚢. For eleven years, she lived in a house where screams were silenced and love was a lie. Her owner never touched her... but he made her watch. Now she's eighteen - and he's ready to make her his. But before the monster can claim her, another man steps in. Cold. Powerful. And burning for revenge. He didn't buy her to save her. He bought her to destroy the man who broke her. She's quiet. He's broken. And neither of them are prepared for what obsession looks like when it starts to feel like love. •❅───✧❅✦❅✧───❅•

" You belong to me " He declared and her heart sank. Her hands trembled as he took heavy steps towards her. The noise of his shoe's heels echoing in the quiet room along with her heavy breath. His dark oceanic eyes stared into her hazel ones with a sinister smirk plastered on his lips. " I am your husband " He said as if to remind her what he was to her. His hands rested on each side of her, trapping her. Her eyes glossed with unshed tears as she bit her quivering lip to hide her fear. " You are not my husband. You're fucking traitor. A sick bastard. " She gritted every word and watched as his smirk widened showing his teeth while he tilted his head, amazed by her courage. He slowly leaned in, his hot breath fanned her face making her close her eyes in fear. He moved his head in the crook of her neck and softly licked her neck before biting her warm skin making her gasp. She clenched her fists on his chest and he moved his head to her ears and rubbed his nose against her earlobe before whispering something that made her legs give up. " Whether you like it or not, you belong to this sick bastard and tonight, I am going to make sure you scream my name so loud that even God will know who you belong to. " •❅───✧❅✦❅✧───❅•