Control. It is a food that Nathan feeds on, devours with a vulgarity that clashes with his smooth exterior. He wants to control me, and he wants an audience — an audience that he controls in the process.
Alessandra TorreShe was in a situation that was desperate enough to allow her life to be manipulated.
Alessandra TorreHe is my jailor as much as Nathan. He, like Nathan, seems entitled to sample from my body - but offers nothing in return.
Alessandra TorreI got the memo, Nathan,” I interrupt him crossly. “You don’t love me. Aren’t going to love me. I hear it loud and clear. A fucking cuddle session isn’t going to change that.
Alessandra TorreAnd even if it is fake, even if it is for another woman, I want it. Badly.
Alessandra TorreNeither one of us deserves you,
Alessandra Torre…has complete control of his heart. He will never stop loving her.
Alessandra TorreHe despised the words leaving his mouth, hating the way they made him feel. Exposed. Open. By a girl who didn’t weigh more than his cock. A girl who stared at him with eyes of fire, who pushed buttons he didn’t know he had, and had wormed her way inside a part of him that should be closed.
Alessandra TorreOn the bed - now,” he ordered, yanking the band of his shorts and dropping them on the floor. “I need to fuck right now more than I need to breath.
Alessandra TorreWait for the man who will do anything to be your everything. And will continue to do it after he has your heart.
Alessandra TorreMots clés love true-love relationships soul-mate
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