Love Me, Chayanne
"I told you." He murmurs, his hand trailing over my ankle, and slowly upwards my exposed thigh. "I said you would always be mine." His smooth, velvety voice deepens my fear and trepidation.
What part of that wasn't clear enough to you?
Tell me, Chayanne." He adds, caressing my cheek as his finger finds its way into my core.
I let out a broken sob. "Please. . . Please Kael." The amused smile that plays on his lips tells me there would be no mercy.
The last thing I remember is completing my wedding and heading home in a car with my newlywed husband. But I had woken up and found myself naked and tied to a small iron bed. The exact same place it had all begun. And with a man who shouldn't be here. A man whose deep obsession with me clings like fastened shackles.
When I entered into a fetish relationship with my bodyguard three years ago, I had an inkling I was playing with fire. But I had pushed it aside, thinking it would only scald at most. What I never saw was his deep obsession with me.
I thought it was over when I got him locked up at an asylum. I thought I had successfully escaped him. But now I am back where it all began. Trapped once again in his psychotic obsession.
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