מידע על הספר הדיגיטלי הזה
Her POV:
I said no to the wrong man.
One fleeting meeting, one polite rejection—and now he’s everywhere. Watching. Waiting. Whispering my secrets in the dark.
He didn’t just follow me. He invaded every corner of my life: destroyed my relationship, ruined my safety, broke every rule I thought protected me.
Now he’s in my dreams, in my nightmares, in the trembling space between fear and craving.
His gifts are wicked temptations. His threats curl around my throat like a promise.
Each time I resist, his obsession deepens—and the harder I fight, the more I want what I know I shouldn’t.
He says I’ll beg for his touch. That I’ll wear his chains like a second skin.
The worst part? I believe him.
His POV:
Her “no” was the sweetest provocation I’ve ever tasted.
I’m used to taking what I want—money, power, loyalty, women. But her? She’s different. Untouchable. Defiant. Mine.
She thinks she can run. She thinks love will save her, or that the world will protect her from a man like me.
Let her try.
I’ll tear her life apart, one thread at a time.
Her boyfriend? Gone.
Her rules? Broken.
Her body? Quivering for me, even when her lips spit defiance.
She can hate me all she wants—so long as she screams my name when I break her open and make her beg.
Because in my world, surrender is the only escape—and her pleasure will be her undoing.
She’ll wear my mark, my chains, my name on her lips.
I warned her:
Velvet chains look soft, but once you’re in them, you never break free.
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