How can I admit that I’m falling for the one thing I fear the most?
My name is Faith: Tortured sex slave turned brutal serial killer. Men have abused my body for inhuman pleasures, hurt me and made me feel helpless. But now… They fear me.
I wish I could say that it’s purely for the good of the world that I kill them slowly and give them a taste of what they have made others feel, but that would be a lie. Turns out, I have a lust for blood and get off on making THEM my slave. They may be way past being offended at that point, but I sure enjoy my living dead boys.
Just one small problem. I am falling for my newest conquest and don’t know if I can kill him. He supposedly sexually assaulted a woman horribly ten years ago and is currently on parole for the crime, but something about those genuine sea green eyes and that beguiling mouth makes me weak. I’ll still tie him up but what happens next- will make us both scream.
Something about his darkness and pain calls to my own, and though he knows I could kill him at any time, he still fights to possess me in every dripping, consuming and tantalizing way.
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