Am I A Prisoner?

Lucy’s POV

Morning light filtered through the curtains when I woke.

The same deep, bone-weary ache greeted me. Thighs sore, hips protesting, neck marked from last night’s passion.

I reached for him instinctively, but the bed was empty. Cold on his side.

As usual.

I sat up with a groan, spottin...

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