Owned

“You break her, you own her.”

I didn’t want to be paired with

her. The perfect, crushable blossom who looks like she will safe- word after

one stroke of my cane. The former roommate of my bratva brother’s new wife. I

won’t fall for her eagerness to please. Her steady submission. But when she

takes all, I dish out, it becomes increasingly clear: she belongs to me

now.