He’ll drag me to the gutter if he gets the chance.
He’s a devil covered in scars, muscle, and tattoos.
A devil that took me, claimed me, and used me for his pleasure until I was screaming his name.
A splash of ink, a tattoo, and now Alex Gordon thinks he owns me.
I should run.
I should get out while I can.
But each time he touches me….
Each time his gravelly voice rumbles in my ear…
Shivers run down my spine.
I know he won’t stop.
Not until there’s nothing of the old me left.
Not until he’s made me HIS.