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"Good girl," he murmured, biting gently, kneading harder, watching her flinch and gasp, each sound feeding the fire between them. "Look at you... so helpless, so exposed... you belong to me."
She shivered violently, part pain, part pleasure, caught in the delicious torment of his touch, his words, the overwhelming dominance that left her dizzy and utterly undone. Every gasp, every whimper, every startled moan only made him lose control further, the room charged with the raw, dark heat of their tension.
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Primrose was meant to bloom. Instead, she was plucked-young, unripe, and fed to a world that devours girls whole.
In a time where men held every law, every title, and every key, sixteen-year-old Primrose Everdell becomes the price of her father's illness. A devoted servant to the powerful family, he is now bedridden, helpless. And when the patriarch offers a "solution"-marriage to their eldest son-Primrose is given no voice. Only silence. Only duty.
Harry is not a man. Not in the way a husband should be. He is violent. Unpredictable. His mind trapped in a childlike chaos, his body full-grown and monstrous with rage.
Now, Primrose belongs to him.
Her girlhood ends in the bedchambers of Styles Manor, where screams echo down stone halls and no one dares interfere. Her days blur into the quiet horror of submission. Her nights into the claws of a husband she cannot understand - and who does not understand her. . Perhaps she was never meant to be understood, only possessed.
Why her? Why must she suffer for the sins of power?
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