Angel

The last thing Angela wants to deal with is Logan moving out and leaving her with a harpy of a mother. Not that her mother's white knight husband is any better.

She wants to move in with Logan, but will his price be too high?

Content Warning: This story contains adult material with explicit sexual situations and language as well as a fetish some readers might not enjoy.

Word count: 5,100+

What's inside:

His voice rose. “I’ve taught to you follow my orders, to do as I wish. I told you to stop cutting, and you stopped. I told you to get A’s. You did. I taught you to follow my orders without thought. Why do you think that is?”

Staring up at him, she opened her mouth, shock rendering her voice to a mute squeak.

He answered for her. “So that day, when you came to my bed, begging me to take you, I’d have control. You’d trust me wholly. Do you hate me now?”

Unable to speak, barely able to breathe, she stared into his eyes. She shook her head no, and his lips dropped to hers, punishing, hot, dangerous.

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