My mind spins as the weight of his words settles over me. He doesn’t want Luce. And he doesn’t care what they think.
I’m not sure what I feel, and I keep trying to escape him, so I can process everything, but he keeps getting in my space. Now, he’s purring after kissing me, which wasn’t supposed to happen.
All of this should be a relief because I’m safe. It may not be as bad as I first thought it would be, but it only adds to my confusion.
I shouldn’t like him. He’s the one who bought me and took me from my home.
I step back, trying to get away again, but he moves again, still keeping a firm hand around the back of my neck.
“Why are you doing this? Why won’t you let me go?” I ask, as his presence becomes too much.
His warmth is pressing against me, surrounding me, and clouding my ju
