Dedication
For those who ache to be claimed—body, soul, and every desperate, breathless gasp in between.
This story contains themes of: depression, eating disorders, stalker, explicit imagery, drug use overdose
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"How does it feel to know that you can fuck me, whenever and wherever you want?" My voice was breathless, a challenge taunting him. His hands crept up my back, fingers tightening around my neck. "Control what I wear," he growled as I speak, the pressure making me close my eyes, drowning in the submission. "What l eat." The grip on my throat increased, and I lost myself in the hazy, heady rush of it all. "Who I talk to," I was yanked down by the neck, his weight pressing me into the bed. © 2025 Reva Quill. All Rights Reserved.
For those who ache to be claimed—body, soul, and every desperate, breathless gasp in between.