❝𝐕𝐞𝐢𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐬❞

"I don't belong to you," she retorts, even as she tilts her hips forward just a touch, pushing against my hand harder. I smirk as I push the silky fabric aside, the feel of my bare finger against her soaking wet, smooth pussy nearly undoing me.

"What was that, baby?" I ask, taunting. "I can't hear your lies over the sound of your desire."

"God, I hate you," she claims, and I look into her eyes as I slip a finger into her, curling it inside her as I press my thumb against her swollen clit. She moans so fucking beautifully that my cock begins to throb.

"Yeah?" I murmur, torturing her by circling her clit and never quite touching it. "You might hate me, but your pussy fucking loves me. You want to come for me, don't you?"

I ran from him on our wedding day.

One moment, I was walking down the aisle. The next, I was running for my life - tearing off the veil, the dress, and everything that tied me to Conner Agosti.

He was powerful, dangerous, and utterly heartless.
I thought if I got far enough, he'd let me go.

I was wrong.

Now, he's found me.
And this time, there's no church, no vows, no witnesses.

Just his promise whispered against my skin...

"You're mine, Freya. And I don't lose what's mine."