The Pleasure Wars

Just so it’s clear, I’m not the kind of woman who sleeps around. And I’m especially not the kind of woman who’d ever sell her body for money. At least, that’s not who I used to be. Now, I’m getting on my hands and knees at the orders of the stranger I suddenly call husband. I’m ashamed of what I’m doing. It’s dirty. Wrong. Twisted. And I refuse to acknowledge how good it feels. Especially in front of him.

I’ll admit it. Things have gotten easier with Killian’s help (aka his money); but figuring out how to keep my own life, while being his fake wife and dealing with his twisted desires, is still a struggle. Women constantly throw themselves at him, only further inflating his massive ego. But I’m not one of those women - and I refuse to become one. Sure, he’s the most attractive man I’ve ever seen. And yes, he can he make me practically cum with just his words. But I won’t be led by my physical desires. I’m better than that.

Less than six months. That’s all that stands between me - and freedom. I thought the longer things went on, the easier they’d get. But nothing is ever easy when it comes to Killian Abernathy. They say the line between love and hate is paper thin...and I think I finally understand that sentiment. Because I don’t hate Killian. I hate what he brings out of me. The dark, dirty side of myself that doesn’t fit in with the rest of the world.