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334 pages, Kindle Edition
First published February 10, 2014
“You’re completely mine. I’m the only one who’s ever been inside your pretty little pussy.”
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“Will you ever let me go?” I already know the answer, but I need to hear him say it anyway.
“No, Nora,” he replies, and I can feel his smile in the darkness. “Never.”
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Julian.
He stands in the doorway like a dark angel. His hair curls a little around his face, softening the hard perfection of his features. His eyes are trained on my face, and his lips are curved in a slight smile.
He’s stunning.
And utterly terrifying.
My instincts had been right—this man is capable of anything.
“Hello, Nora,” he says softly, entering the room.
He smiles at me. It’s his fallen angel smile—dark and seductive at the same time. “Hello, Nora.”
He comes up to me and bends down, giving me a brief kiss on the mouth. “Hello, Nora,” he says when he straightens, his beautiful lips curved in a darkly sensual smile.
“Hello, Nora.”
His voice is deceptively soft, his perfect face expressionless. Yet I can feel the rage burning quietly underneath.
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“Are you going to hurt me?”
For a moment, he doesn’t answer again. Something dark briefly flashes in his eyes. “Probably,” he says quietly.
“Tell me, baby,” he whispers in my ear, his lips brushing against my temple. His right hand slides into my hair, holding me immobile. “Tell me how much you hate me.”
“What if I don’t want to go with you?” I don’t know why I feel the need to ask. I already know the answer.
He smiles.
Dropping his hand from my face, he reaches into the pocket of his jacket and pulls out a small syringe, showing it to me.
“I see,” I say calmly. He’s come prepared for any eventuality.
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Julian delights in making me fall apart, so he can then be the one to mend me and put me back together.
”Will you ever let me go?” I already know the answer, but I need to hear him say it anyway. “No, Nora,” he replies, and I can feel his smile in the darkness. “Never.” And bringing me closer, he holds me until we both eventually fall asleep.
So I divorce my mind from the wrongness of it all and let myself simply feel. I can’t see anything with the blindfold, and I can’t put up much of a fight with my hands tied behind my back. I’m completely helpless—and there’s something peculiarly liberating in that. There’s no point in worrying, no point in thinking. I’m simply drifting in the darkness, high on post-massage endorphins.