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302 pages, Kindle Edition
Published January 15, 2026
I, half savior, half tormentor, crook my finger at him—and he comes to me. God, he’s such a good boy. Such a beautiful, obedient boy.
And when he whispers in my ear, “You’re perfect,” I’m defenseless enough to believe him.
He’s in agony from his arousal and his fear. But he’s a masochist and I’m a sadist, so we both just stand there and experience his suffering.
He’s obsessive and controlling and cruel, and he does want me. He has from the beginning. But, unlike me, he’s angry about it.
“But that’s just an act, isn’t it? One made just for me. I should’ve known. You were too fucking perfect for me. Every little thing about you—perfect.” Tears well in my eyes because he’s telling me the best things and the worst things he possibly could. It’s everything I want to hear, twisted.
I understand, finally. Elias isn’t mine just to possess but also to protect. To take care of. That understanding, I realize now, has been trying to form for a long time. I finally let it. When I reach for his collar, worry comes back into his eyes. “You’re still mine,” I reassure him. “You always will be.”
It’s a question: am I safe with you? If I let you into this space, what will you do? He’s been in my private, intimate, dark spaces many times, but I’ve never been in his. I don’t think anyone has been in his. I don’t think he’s ever trusted anyone enough to allow it. I don’t rush him. I inch closer to let that space ease open, and it does. He lets me move between his legs. He lets me crawl into his lap. He lets me join him.