Her Safe Haven || on hold ||

Her Safe Haven || on hold ||

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I was finally free. After 12 fucking years of being trapped in a glass cage like a fucking pet snake. The cabin I found felt safe. My Spirit felt safe. I felt safe. For some odd reason, being there calmed my nightmarish memories of that place, of him, the tests and experiments. Until they arrived, I was ambushed. All I wanted was freedom and now I'm stuck again, and the men from the cabin are to blame. For everything. My capture. My plans. My feelings for all three of them. I hate them, yet I can't kill them because I care... and there's a target on my back so I need them. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Fuck you." I spit at him, his frustratingly gorgeous, blue eyes reflecting how little he gave a shit about anything I do or say. And yet I can't process that thought and shut my mouth. "I never asked to be here!" He stayed silent, watching me, accessing me, forcing me to breathe in the intoxicating sexual tension brewing between us. He's different from Rafael and Noah, he understands the rapid workings of my brain, it makes me wonder how similar we actually are. "Killian..." I whisper his name, it drives him crazy and I want him crazy, crazed for me. He looks at my lips and I know I've done it. I don't know why but I like it when he wants me. Maybe I'm selfish for wanting all three of them, maybe they're selfish for making me stay with them but it feels so fucking good. "você é tão gostosa quando está brava..." I have no idea what he's saying but when he speaks in his mother tongue I feel my insides clench and heat to the point of no return and I know he's caught me in his web if seduction. And I'll be damned if I ever get out.
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