I had planned to surrender to Mr. Black’s wishes, raise the white flag, and marry him. I couldn’t stand one day more of being without my son and Mr. Black. I wanted to shout, “I submit. Take me and do what you will. I’m yours.” But something deep inside my soul made me feel empty like a river in a dry season.
“This is not me,” I murmured. This is not Alexander Bishop. I refused to be controlled by Max or any man.
I’d inadvertently stumbled into Maximilian Blackstone’s world of control, excess, and secrets, and I’d discovered that I’m not equipped to handle it all. I have no more energy to defy him. I’m heading in the direction of submission if I can’t find the will to control my urges for that devastatingly erotic, handsome man.