BISHOP
I’m vaguely aware of being untied, but my body doesn’t allow me to open my eyes.
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He bought me at auction like I was nothing. Stripped my name, collared me, and turned me into his obedient little pup. Now I crawl for him, take every filthy thing he gives, and break apart just from the way he calls me good while he ruins me. He owns every scar, every moan, every desperate need I have left. And the sickest part? I don’t want to be free.
I should've stayed away from . But he doesn't give choices... he takes them. The first time he touched me, it wasn't gentle- it was a warning. The second time... it felt like a promise I shouldn't want. He's not the kind of man you love. He's the kind you ruin yourself for. Our families are drenched in secrets, betrayal, and blood- and I'm the one thing he was never supposed to want. Now I'm trapped in his world... in his bed... in his control. And the worst part? I don't know if I'm trying to escape him anymore... or begging him to never let me go. This isn't a love story. It's a possession. 🔞🔞🔞🔞
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