My Hunter
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I haven't dated since I was fifteen. Love never felt safe enough to touch, not when men only ever came wrapped in lies and sharp edges.
But him?
he didn't ask to be trusted- He demanded it.
On his knees in front of me, his eyes burned with something dangerous, something that felt like worship and possession tangled into one.
"Baby," he said, voice low and reverent, "I'll proudly wear a collar around my neck if it means being yours."
And for the first time in years, I wasn't sure if I should run... or pull the leash tight
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