Cassian's POV
Her body was a definition of broken perfection. She was broken deep inside, but she still acted firm.
None of my previous slaves was like her; maybe that's what draws me to her even more.
The scars, her perfection, but I knew no one would love it the way I do.
I'm a monster, I've known that a long time ago. I took her right hand, placed it directly on the bed restraint, and fastened it there. "This is just the beginning, welcome to my world."
She shuddered, flexing the fastened hand, in a bid to escape. She looked horrified.
I took the other hand and fastened it to the other restraint. "You should be used to this by now. The scars on your back tell me that. Why are you still fighting me?"
She didn't say a word, her body tensing up. "Celine, don't make me treat you the way I did tonight ever again; it might be worse the next time."
