The soft sobs pulled Asher back from the edge of his turmoil. He looked down, only to find his little one whimpering beneath him.
“Master,” she whimpered, her voice trembling with fear. That one word pierced through him like a blade. His little girl, who used to run into his arms whenever she felt scared, was now scared of him.
“Oh, baby,” he breathed out, guilt crashing over him as tears rolled down her cheeks. She looked so small… so breakable. What the hell was he doing? She wasn’t someone he could take by force. She was fragile, too fragile for the darkness inside him. If he wasn’t careful, his obsession would shatter her completely.
He didn’t want to be the monster she feared. He wanted her to submit, yes, but willingly. To depend on him. To need him. To always find her way back to
