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184 pages, Kindle Edition
First published December 6, 2016
“As Gabriel Miller pointed out, I have one thing left of value. My body. My virginity. Maybe the man outside wants that.”
“You don’t taste sweet,” he says, pausing. “You taste like I’m fucking dying and you’re the only water around. You taste like goddamn air.”
“Maybe I wouldn’t feel so dirty if he’d just taken my virginity the first night. Regular sex, right away. Even coming on me, as sharp and intimate as it is, I could have withstood. It’s the orgasms he forces from my body that feel like a violation.”
Skye Warren

I'm the pawn, and he's my triumphant captor.

Soon, little virgin.”
“Don't call me that.” My voice trembles only a little, revealing the turmoil inside me.
“What else should I call you? Princess? Darling?”
“You could call me by my name.”
He dips his head, his mouth right by my ear, his voice just a breath. “There's only one thing I'm going to call you. Mine.”

I look up at him, searching his eyes for some hint of kindness, of mercy. There's none. I find only fire- and the thought that comes next makes me shudder: this is vengeance.
You don't know anything about me.”
“I know I could make you come in two minutes.”
A step back, my calves bumping the small chair where I sat. “You wouldn't.”
“No, but you wish I would.”
“I hate you.”
There's something feral about this man, a fire that burns inside him, untamed.
You don't taste sweet,” he says, pausing. “You taste like I'm fucking dying and you're the only water around. You taste like goddamn air.”




“You could call me by my name.”
He dips his head, his mouth right by my ear, his voice just a breath. “There’s only one thing I’m going to call you. Mine.”
“You can run away, little virgin. But you’ll come back.”

“There's something feral about this man, a fire that burns inside him, untamed.”
“You don’t taste sweet,” he says, pausing. “You taste like I’m fucking dying and you’re the only water around. You taste like goddamn air.”

“You hurt me, you know….Whenever I think about you, I hurt.”
He puts a hand to his chest. “Here.”

THE PAWN: In the 'Prologue' we're lulled into a false sense of security, life is looking up for Avery James she's eighteen and the world is her oyster, the privileged only daughter of a fiercely protective father from the right side of the tracks who is her fathers princess in every sense of the word. Newly graduated she's ready to start the all girls college where she'll be attending, not knowing that within a year her feet will be pulled out from under her.
I'm the pawn, and he's my triumphant captor.
I sold my soul to the devil
















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