[Abbie’s POV]
I stare into William’s dark eyes as he watches me like a predator watching its prey. Goddess, it drives me crazy and makes me want to cave to him and do anything that he wants of me. But how would he react if he learned that I like to write erotica? What’s more, what if he learned that our time together in the drivers seat of his car became the inspiration for a story?
“I…” I begin, feeling my anxiety flare. “I write…”
“You’re thinking too much again.” William murmurs, leaning forward and nipping my throat. “It is only when you shut that voice up in your head that you will actually be free of everything.”
Free. Would I ever actually be free of the burdens that I constantly carry? Free of the weight of disappointment that I feel when I think of how I’ve let down my family.
