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The sob broke free from my throat.
Tears poured.
I didn’t expect that.
Didn’t expect a monster to show this kind of mercy.
I nodded.
He blindfolded himself, wrapping the cloth around his head, tying it tightly at the back.
“Say the word,” he whispered. “Say yes—and I’ll ruin you with pleasure until the only thing you know is me, until you’re screaming, begging, broken for me. You’ll forget your name. Forget your pain. You’ll only remember what it feels like to be fucking mine.”
He sounded like a demon.
A god.
A man who would destroy the world just to have me for one night.
“Yes,” I breathed.
He didn’t wait.
His hands pushed the gown up slowly.
I almost stopped him.
Even blindfolded, I still felt naked in my shame. My scars. The flatness of my chest. My ribs slightly visible beneath my skin. No curve, no softness.
But I didn’t stop him.
He undressed me—completely.
And I lay there.
Bare. Vulnerable. Trembling.
His monster hands moved with reverence.
And for once—I didn’t feel ruined.
I felt seen.
Wanted.
Worshiped by the monster who said I was his.
Chapter 14
CHARLOTTE
His hand finds my thigh, calloused fingers massaging slow, deliberate circles, igniting sparks that jolt through my core.
I moan, soft and unbidden, my head tipping back as his touch sends shivers up my spine.
He leans down, his breath hot against my skin, and presses a kiss to my left thigh, then my right, his lips lingering, teasing, a promise of what’s to come.
My legs part instinctively, a jolt of electricity searing through me, my clit throbbing with a need I haven’t felt in years—not since before the cancer, the surgery, the scars that made me feel less than whole.
