Page 14 of Pretty Stolen Dolls

Perhaps if Benny had never stolen his pretty little dolls, I’d have fallen for Bo.

But this isn’t a perfect world.

He did steal us.

The world is wicked and hateful. I’ll never stop searching for my sister. I’ll never lose the desire to find all the missing girls in this world. I will never lose the festering hate for Benny and the all-consuming desire to bring him to justice.

There’s just not enough room inside my broken heart for Bo. Bo is a good soul and my job, my desire for vengeance, will dirty him.

Bo’s fingers on my clit between us jolts me from my thoughts. He works me into another delicious orgasm within minutes. When my body contracts around his modest cock, he releases his own climax into me. The moment our bodies still and our breathing is all that breaks the silence of the room, he lifts up to look down at me.

Moonlight shines on his handsome features, but I don’t see the bright, happy man I know. All I see is sadness and loss. He wants more than I can give.

“Is that a no?” His Adam’s apple bobs in his throat. I hate that I’m so toxic for him.

“Bo…” Tears prick my eyes, but they never fall. Not anymore. After what I’ve been through, nothing makes me cry. Not even a sad, broken man whose only wish in this world is for me to love him. “I would be a terrible wife.”

“Not to me,” he assures, his lips finding mine. “To me, you’re pretty perfect.”

Pretty little doll.

He kisses me so sweetly, I think my black heart might throb a little with life. It guts me for him.

“Okay,” I murmur with a sigh, knowing I’ll later regret it.

Dirty little doll.

“But I want a long engagement. Like a year or two.” Cruel, selfish woman. I hate me.

His blue eyes shimmer in the moonlight and he grins. He truly is a beautiful soul. “I’ll give you all the time you need, babe. We’ve got nothing but time.”

I return his smile, but it doesn’t reach my eyes.

He and I may have lots of time forus.

But I’m afraid Macy doesn’t have much time at all.

If the man from the mall is Benny, that means he’s on the hunt again. If he’s on the hunt, then he’s growing bored with his little dolly.

Or worse, maybe he’s replacing a doll who’s too broken to repair.

I have to find her.

And soon.

IT’S SO BRIGHT ANDBIG.

Shiny and new.

Flawless.

Not me at all.

It’s heavy and certainly not suitable for work. Dragging the engagement ring from my finger and dropping it onto the dresser top, I cringe at the fact that I agreed to marry Bo. I was selfish and petrified of losing him, so I became one of those women I despise by locking him in, knowing I can’t give him everything he deserves, everything he’s earned by just putting up with my shit-storm of a life.

“Does it need resizing?” His voice lures me from my inward disgust with myself.

“It’s—”

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