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346 pages, ebook
Published November 14, 2017




My pride won’t let me grovel for myself, but I’ll do anything for my baby.
Degrading myself like I’ve never done, I kneel down farther and kiss his feet, my tears spoiling his expensive shoes.
“Please, Gabriel, I beg you. Please, don’t kill us. I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry. I’m sorry for running, but I didn’t have a choice.”
"She is right to be wary of strangers, especially strangers who touch her and stare at her for a few seconds too long"
She’s my life, my love, my redemption. Not my property, but my wife. Not for nine years, but forever.














My addiction has grown over the months to an all-consuming obsession. Despite the coldness inside of me, she awakens emotions I thought I didn’t have. She makes me feel things I’ve never felt before––gratitude, regret, joy, and fear––and even if these feelings scare me shitless, I want more.
All I want is to go home to Valentina, crawl into her body, and melt into her bed. Things between us have changed. No matter how much I lie to myself, she’s no longer the toy I pickpocketed from her life. She’s something––someone––I want enough to break every rule in the book to keep. She’s no longer my captive. I’m hers.
My world and pitiful existence collapse, every defense I cemented into the wall of my life crumbling around me. Regret, joy, hope, disbelieve at my incredible, miraculous luck that this amazing feminine creature can love me pour out of me, condensing in big, shameless tears that run over my face.
"He's my darkness and my love, and he has no idea how truly I am his."
"Gabriel and I have never been the norm. Perhaps we weren't meant to be the norm. We're us, and I love us."
I already know I'm a monster, and she hates me. What I'm doing to her is selfish, wrong, and immoral, but I've never claimed to be a good man.Gabriel and Valentina are back, and the dark lies and betrayals that began piling up in Dubious just keep coming in Consent.
Just as I think she's not going to look at me, her lashes lift, and her brown eyes meet mine. Rivers of sadness flow through their depths, leaving muddy traces I swear I can see all the way to her soul.





