Precious Edmund

I have made tons of mistakes. But none of them ever ended with me chained on the bed of a literal s*x god. One dance. One night. One mistake that got me kidnapped. He was older. Cold. Dangerous in a way that made my thighs press together. And he was my father’s nemesis. I wasn’t supposed to want him. But when I stayed up thinking of the ways he could f*ck me against the walls. I knew I was f*ck*d. “I am not going to hurt you, princess… not unless you beg for it.” He wishes to use me to bring my father to his knees. But he also wants to hear what I sound like when I come with his name in my mouth. And the worst part? I want to give it to him. He is cruel. Possessive. Addicted to control. And the more he threatens to ruin me, the more I want to be ruined.

She hoped for a savior, but she found the devil. He is Saint. But he is no saint. He leaned in closer, his hot breath fanning my face as he looked down at me. "I think you are mistaken about something, little one. You belong to me. You were mine from the moment you clung to me desperately begging for help. But you weren't saved by some hero, a knight in shining armor. No darling, I'm the devil and you are mine".