Chapter TwelveOpening her eyes the next morning, Mia stared at the ceiling as the memories of last night flooded her brain.
She’d told him she loved him, she remembered with a twisting sensation in her stomach. Like an i***t, she’d let him rip away her one remaining shred of protection, baring her heart and soul. Now he could toy with her feelings, just as he played with her body. And why? Why had he done this to her? Wasn’t it enough for him that he fully controlled her life? Did he have to possess her on an emotional level as well, stripping away her last bit of privacy?
She could deny it today. She could say that he had tortured the words out of her—and that much would be true. But he would know that she was lying if she tried to go back on her reluctant confession.
Groaning, Mia bur
