Married to My Captor: How I Led the Gentleman Villain to His Doom
Language: en
I married the man who had assaulted me three years ago. He looked impeccable in his suit, with piercing eyes behind his gold-rimmed glasses. Now, he lay behind me, his strong arms wrapped around my waist, trapping me in his embrace. He leaned close to my neck, his low, husky voice whispering in my ear, "Winter, you'll always be mine." 1 In the darkness, the other side of the bed suddenly dipped. An icy chill crept up my back. I instantly snapped awake. A man's hand slid under my nightgown, moving up from my stomach. His hand was dry and cold, and my body immediately tensed up, fear…