Lost in His Desire
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They told me my family died in the fire. They lied.
Foster care. Adoption. A garden. Fists. Silence. The only rule that kept me safe: Don’t make a sound. It hurts less.
Now I train abandoned dogs to trust again. Every one of them learns. I don’t.
My adoptive parents marry me off to Bluehaven’s most dangerous man to settle a debt. A prenup is placed in front of me. Separate rooms. Separate accounts. No feelings. I sign. My first choice. Can my life get any worse?
He pins me to the wall. His hands on my skin. My fingers in his hair. I’m shaking. He stops. Waits.
“Want you,” I say. “All of it.”
For the first time, being touched doesn’t have to hurt.
For the first time, a man isn’t something to fear.
I think that’s all there is. A contract. A body. Two broken people who don’t let go.
Until I’m called to a client’s home to check on a dog.
A photograph hangs on the wall.
The little girl in the photograph is me.
Foster care. Adoption. A garden. Fists. Silence. The only rule that kept me safe: Don’t make a sound. It hurts less.
Now I train abandoned dogs to trust again. Every one of them learns. I don’t.
My adoptive parents marry me off to Bluehaven’s most dangerous man to settle a debt. A prenup is placed in front of me. Separate rooms. Separate accounts. No feelings. I sign. My first choice. Can my life get any worse?
He pins me to the wall. His hands on my skin. My fingers in his hair. I’m shaking. He stops. Waits.
“Want you,” I say. “All of it.”
For the first time, being touched doesn’t have to hurt.
For the first time, a man isn’t something to fear.
I think that’s all there is. A contract. A body. Two broken people who don’t let go.
Until I’m called to a client’s home to check on a dog.
A photograph hangs on the wall.
The little girl in the photograph is me.

















































