She fell into my snare. Now I won’t let her go.
Five years celibate, six-foot-eight, two hundred and eighty pounds of scarred muscle.
Ex-WWE. Ex-trusting fool.
Betrayed by the people I bled for, now I live alone on my mountain.
A cabin, an axe, and traps to keep everyone out.
No one’s supposed to cross my line.
Until she does.
A runaway, caught in my snare like a rabbit. Five-foot-five, wide-eyed, and trouble.
She begs to leave, but I don’t believe a word she says.
I lock the door. Pamper her.
Watch her body respond to my every touch even when she swears she hates me.
She tries to escape. I catch her every time.
Punish her in the woods until she learns she’s mine.
And the worst part? She likes it.
I swore I’d never fall again. But this girl is undoing me piece by piece,
making me want more than I should.
Captured. Claimed. Kept.
Lily is mine and I’m never letting her go.
