“So?” he taunts provokingly, letting his hands fall to my shoulders, “would you still let me touch you?”
“Yes” I whisper so silently, that the word isn’t audible to even myself. I clear my throat.
“Yes, I would” I repeat forcefully. One word. One damn word and my whole world falls into place.
I’ve lived my whole life with a constant feeling of not fitting in or belonging anywhere. As an orphan and with no other family, I’ve fought my way through life alone, always felt insecure and never dared to trust anyone or love anyone – because those you love die. Apparently.
When I was pulled into a strange world of power, sex, death and survival, you would think that I would be terrified and feel like a stranger. But it was like coming home. That’s the world I’ve always belonged in but never knew even existed. The man of my dreams revealed himself in the most peculiar way, and even though the road to happiness is long and filled with obstacles, love is worth fighting for.