I place both hands on his muscular chest as he pulls me close. "I do not belong to you." I hissed. He had one hand on the small of my back and the other gripped the back of my neck. His eyes were cold as he stared into mine. I closed my eyes out of defiance as he tilted my chin up. His lips brush my ear, causing me to shiver and he whispers, "My dear, you have been mine since I laid eyes on you." ---- Freya had lived a life in secrecy, protected by her father. On the day of her eighteenth birthday however, the meeting of a stranger threatens her once private existence.All Rights Reserved
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