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305 pages, ebook
First published December 18, 2013
Tonight I had watched in horror the degradation of human beings.
"I never took you against your will. Ever."
He was right, he never did. Even when he fucked me in the dining hall he'd asked me.
I went to slap him again, but this time he caught my wrist.
"Once, I'll take. Not twice."
"You owe him-"
I had no right to hate him, and I had.
All sweet was out; hot and scary with a teaspoon of sweet was in.
Twenty Missed Calls.

Kidnapped.
Starved.
Beaten.
I was alone and fighting to survive.
When I heard Sculpt’s voice, I though he was there to save me.
I was wrong.
“I’m scared.” Logan stared at me with eyes that were cold, dark and without a spark of... anything.
“You should be.”
“You need to fear me, not hate me."
I did. I feared him. But I think I hated him more. No, I knew I hated him more. For what he'd done. For what he was doing. For the betrayal. Most of all, for tarnishing something so beautiful and making it ugly. I trusted him. I gave myself to him, and he took me, peeled back layers of my soul until he saw it all. Then he took me.
“Some things can’t be repaired. You break them bad enough, they can’t be fixed.”
“Please don’t ask me to let you go. I can’t do it. I’m not strong enough to do it again.”
“You’re mine. You’ll always be mine.”
“We were torn apart, because Eme- I’d never have stayed away from you any other way.”






"I'm scared."
"You should be."
"You will fear me, Emily. And if you don't…I will make you."

"What we had, we can't get back, Sculpt."
"We can, 'cause it never fuckin' left."







”You made me love you then you wrecked me with it. Then...then you gave me back piece by piece every night only to take it away all over again in the morning.”
”I was so confused at who he was. Cold and unattached one moment and now ... now he was holding me in his arms as if he cared.
”When our eyes met we both knew that tonight was something more than either of us had expected. It was cathartic and powerful. Logan had given me control in a place where I had none. He’d given me the option to say no. He’d given me my dignity back.
“I won’t walk away from us.”
“Sculpt—”
“You need time—I get that. But I won’t give up.”
“You can’t stay here. I live here and—”
“I own the fuckin’ place, Emily. You’ve been living on my farm for two years.”
“Look at me.” His thumb rhythmically stroked across the cleft in my chin. “Just... please give us a chance.”
“What I should’ve said was that I love you.” My breath escaped, and I stared, mouth agape. And nothing deterred him it seemed. “I’ve never said that to anyone except my mother. Because I never loved anyone else—until you.”
“Trust is built. Ours just needs to be rebuilt and it takes time. But baby, we’ll do it together.”
“What we had, we can’t get back, Sculpt.”
“We can, ’cause it never fuckin’ left.”
“Baby, you’re the one who gave me the strength to survive Raul. It has always been you. It will always be you. Emily ...you’re my trophy. And I lost you.” He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “I can’t lose you again. I have to do whatever it takes to win you back.”
“And you never lose. I’m not something to win.”
Logan frowned. “No. No, you’re not. But you’re something to treasure.”

“I never lose. You know that.”

“You, Emily. You’re worth fighting for. I fought all my life, but never for anything worthwhile. Now ... Now I’m fighting for my heart. Bullshit ends here and now.”

“Let me love you.”
“Please don’t ask me to let you go. I can’t do it. I’m not strong enough to do it again.”
”We’re only broken when we’re apart.”


We're only broken when we're apart."



Kidnapped.
Starved.
Beaten.
I was alone and fighting to survive.
When I heard Sculpt's voice, I thought he was there to save me.
I was wrong.

I'm scared."
Logan stared at me with eyes that were cold, dark, and without a spark of...anything.
"You should be."
You need to fear me, not hate me."
I did. I feared him. But I think I hated him more. No. I knew I hated him more. For what he'd done. For what he was doing. For the betrayal. Most of all, for tarnishing something so beautiful and making it ugly.






“We were torn apart, because Eme- I’d never have stayed away from you any other way.”

“You need to fear me, not hate me."
I did. I feared him. But I think I hated him more. No, I knew I hated him more. For what he'd done. For what he was doing. For the betrayal. Most of all, for tarnishing something so beautiful and making it ugly.”
“Some things can’t be repaired. You break them bad enough, they can’t be fixed.”


“You’re mine. You’ll always be mine.”














“We’re only broken when we’re apart.”

It was both of us – Torn apart. Forced. Ripped. Broken.


"I realized I didn’t have it in me to forgive…or to forget. But I’d find a place in me that could – live."
“That pussy doesn’t get fucked, touched, or played with without me. You need it, I’m happy to give it to you. But you, lying in bed playing by yourself—no.”

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"I feared him. But I think I hated him more."








"You made me fear you.
You made me fear myself.
You locked me inside myself so deep
that it took me months to break
free again."



"Eme, us.....We're only broken when we're apart."



"We were torn apart, because Eme-I'd never have stayed away from you any other way."
You, Emily. You're worth fighting for