Author: Margaret McHeyzer
Release Date: February 13, 2014
Genre: Dark Romance, Erotic Romance
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***** THIS PROLOGUE CONTAINS DISTRESSING CONTENT. IT IS ONLY SUITED FOR READERS OVER 18. *****
ALSO CONTAINS M/M, M/M/F, M/F AND F/F SCENES!!!
My uncle raped me.
I was 10 years old when it started.
At 13 he told me I was no longer wanted because I had started to develop.
At 16 I was ready to kill him.
Today, I’m broken.
Today, I only breathe to survive.
My name’s Sergeant Major Ryan Jenkins and today, I’m ready to tell you my story.
'“Master would flog me if I did, she won’t be happy when I tell her what happened here.”
I startle awake as I leap off the bed and sprawl on the floor.
“Ry!” Mason yells from the other side of the door. I jump up off the floor and swing the bedroom door open.
“You scared the shit out of me, Mason.” I run my hand over my eyes and face trying to wake up. “What do you want, man?” But I’m met with silence. When I look over at Mase, he’s staring at my body. He’s mouth’s open and his eyes are so wide. He rakes his stare down my body, then back up again. He lifts an eyebrow as he ogles me. I look down and notice I’m completely naked. I fell asleep on my bed with just the towel wrapped around me and he scared me with his bashing that now I’m standing before him totally exposed.
He’s not moving away, and neither am I.
“Mason.” I lower my voice as he looks up at me and just stares.
He can see straight through me, totally bare and open, for him to see all my secrets.
“We need to leave in an hour,” Mase says as he takes a step closer to me.
I can feel his heat, and my body instantly reacts to him.
Don’t be a coward Ryan, just reach out and touch him.
His brown eyes turn from a hard brown into a molten chocolate as we stand a mere step apart from each other.
Our breathing is labored and rapid.
Mason reaches forward and brings his hand up to my chest, but before he touches me, his demeanor changes and he retracts it, dropping it beside his body.
“I can’t,” he whispers as he turns away from me and goes into his bedroom.
My head spins as I close my door and stand completely ashamed in my room.
He doesn’t want me.
Why would he?