Page 1 of Violent Cravings

Prologue

Ryan

This girl is trouble.

I knew it from the first moment I saw her, and I’m an idiot for thinking that my obsession would sort itself out once I had her.

She’s kneeling before me, her body marked in various places, sweaty strands of brown hair sticking to her face, her make-up smeared across her pale cheeks, her bruised chest heaving under heavy frantic breaths, and the vibrant green of her eyes locked on me – asking – no begging – for more.

She’s not ready to leave, and I’m not ready to let her go.

But I will have to release her back into the world soon.

Just an hour, that is all we have left. An hour before I have to remove her collar and the leather shackles from around her wrists.

An hour before she will cease to be mine.

The thought is gut-twisting.

But I will make that final hour count. I have to make it count.

Every moment with her is cherished. The same thing applied to all the others before her, but not a single one of them made my chest ache so painfully at the thought of having to let them go. Everything has been different with her from the get-go.

She was never supposed to be here. She wasn’t part of the menu that usually serves to satisfy my cravings.

I broke the first rule by bringing her here, and I’ve broken so many more rules since.

This has to stop.

I drop down to my knees in front of her. We connect at eye level, the intensity of my expression matching her vivid gaze when I bring the palm of my right hand up to brush her cheek. She leans instinctively into my touch, and under all the dried-up tears and the traces of pain, she smiles at me.

No words are needed for me to know that she feels it, too, that magnetic attraction pulling us together. Yet my heart nearly bursts when she parts her lips to whisper the words that can bring a man like me down to his knees.

“Thank you, master.”

Her voice is soft and full of forgiveness, piercing like a blade right into my shielded heart.

I never should have bought her.

I promised myself that I would never lose control again. My addiction has almost ruined my life before, and I vowed to never let it happen again. That’s why we’re here. That’s why I paid her to be with me for just this one night. That’s why I will have to say goodbye to her as soon as our time is up.

We have one hour.

The same as an alcoholic can’t simply just have a drink anytime he wants, I can’t have sex like a normal person.

I can only allow to indulge in my cravings once a year.

A twisted annual retreat in the company of a new girl each time. I need the change. After all, what’s the point in exclusivity if I can only do this once every twelve months? Only an idiot would stick to having sex with the same woman every time.

And only an idiot would ignore the alarming warning signals surrounding me left and right. I’ve been hearing them ever since I first spoke to her, and I’ve been ignoring each and every single one of them, confident I could handle this.

I knew there was risk. There always is when an addict gets a taste of what he should stay away off.

But I may have underestimated her.

My doll.

She’s capable of ruining my life.

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