Control
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The shackles around my wrists mean only one thing.
He owns me now. With his dark glares and barked orders, he is dangerous.
He is my tormentor, my captor, a threat to my very existence. Not to be toyed with.
Even if my frightened mind whispers maybe…
Even if I am very curious how such a man came to be.
I am still his dark and twisted pet, to cherish or to scorn.
And I am starting to love the darkness...
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Jessa James grew up on the East Coast but always suffered a severe case of wanderlust. She’s lived in six states, had a variety of jobs and always comes back to her first true love – writing. Jessa works full time as a writer, eats too much dark chocolate, has an iced-coffee and Cheetos addiction, and can’t get enough of sexy alpha males who know exactly what they want – and aren’t afraid to say it. Dominant, alpha-male insta-luv is her favorite to read (and write). Sign up HERE for Jessa’s Newsletter:
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