Her Sanctuary

Prologue

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Look at her.

Standing there taunting me while she throws the ball for her disgusting dog.

For years I searched for her. Yearning. Aching to have her back in my life.

I still remember the way she tastes, the way she felt when I was buried deep inside her. How soft her skin was beneath my fingertips during those late nights in the dark when it was just the two of us.

Her screams still echo in my mind.

The day she ran was the day that I went mad. It was also the day my dad handed over the reins to his business. I was happy to take over, keep myself busy.

But no matter how many women came through those doors, it was never enough. I used every person at my disposal to find her, and I came up empty every time.

Incompetence surrounded me at every turn. Eventually, someone came through and found her in Florida. What she was doing all the way out there was beyond me. But it doesn’t matter.

Her mother convinced her to move back to Seattle.

And now she’s here, so close within my grasp. I finally have her back, and she’s as perfect as I remember.

And I will stop at nothing to have her.

My Little Flower.