How to Love Claire Mason

How to Love Claire Mason

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The walls were red. His room was dark. Her heart was pounding. His voice was soft. But she said stop. She was recovered. She was healthy. She was desired. Just like she wanted. Until she broke.
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She wasn't supposed to be in his life. He wasn't supposed to care. Hiding from a dark past that nearly destroyed her, she ends up in the most unexpected place living secretly in the bedroom of a stranger, hidden from his family, her name erased from the world outside. He gives her shelter without questions. What begins as a quiet coexistence grows into something unspoken. She's hiding in his room. He's hiding his feelings. And outside their stolen peace, the storm is closing in. Just when she begins to believe in safety, the truth catches up and nothing is what it seems. Now, with love blooming in the shadows and danger pressing at the door, she must make an impossible choice: run before he gets hurt, or stay and risk losing him forever. _________ A twisted smile spread across his face as he leaned in closer, his hot, alcohol-laced breath over her. He pressed his nose to her neck, inhaling deeply before pulling back slightly to growl in her ear, "You can't run away anymore." he slurred, his voice a sinister whisper. His eyes bore into hers with a mix of anger and possessiveness that made her blood run cold. Her mind raced, desperately trying to think of a way to escape. "Let me go!" she cried, her voice trembling. She tried to pull away, but he only tightened his grip, his other hand moving to her waist to hold her closer. "You're mine," he growled, his lips curling into a cruel smile. "And no one gets to take what's mine, not even your bastard lover".

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