In Someone Else's Shoes
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Last published Mon, Jul 30, 2018
Tighten your laces, fix the Velcro, Sorry the fit might be snug, but you're about to go on a ride... in Someone Else's Shoes.
Sequel to Walk A Mile
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-Lin
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He put his hand on mine, stopping me from signing. "I need you to take this seriously. This isn't a game. This isn't a movie. If you sign this, your body will be mine. No safe words, no romancing, no cuddling. I will use you how I wish. Do things to you, you won't even have seen in porn. I will hurt you, abuse you, make you want me to stop, then beg me to continue. "Finally, I will throw you away when I have had my fill. You can try to escape, in fact, I encourage it, but I will find you and the chase will only excite me more, which won't end well for you. You wanted excitement; here it is. You wanted pleasure, you will get it, but reality isn't always better than fantasy. I can almost guarantee you will regret this." "Are you trying to put me off?" He smiled down at me. "I won't be accused of miss-selling. You either want it or you don't. Well, Faye. What will it be?" ~~~~~~~~ Faye has her sights set on starting a business with her best friend, but a decision from her past makes an appearance at her business pitch to a potential investor and threatens to ruin her plans for the second time. She learnt her lesson signing contracts with this man but Faye is a sucker for adventure and still believes she is strong enough to survive Dominic Sand. Warning - Explicit, abusive content. Darkly sexual.Complete
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