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241 pages, Kindle Edition
First published May 12, 2016
“I’m going to make you understand me. All of me. Every ounce of the darkness that no one, not even you, can fix.”

“He was buried inside me. He’d climbed inside me with that stare and embedded himself into my soul.”

“How fucked up were we?
How sick and depraved could we go? Would we go?”
“She was like a wild bird, created to soar in the wind and the sun, and the rain if she chose to. And I kept her in a cage, on a little perch, locked away from what she craved…”



Anderson Cain not only spoke with his eyes but with his smile. Whenever he graced me with it he was giving me a piece of him that not many were privileged with.

“I’m going to make you understand me. All of me. Every ounce of the darkness that no one, not even you, can fix.”
"That’s one thousand, four hundred and sixty days of you that belongs to me. And believe me, you’re going to pay for every single one of those days. And I’m going to make you beg for every – single - minute of that payment.”


Judd Asher was taken from his front garden when he was just four years old. After an extensive search he was never found.
One day I'm going to hold your hand and you're going to step foot outside. The fresh air that will fill your lungs will make you giddy. The breeze will blow through your hair, across your face, and every bird in the sky will sing a song for you, Anderson Cain.
Anderson gained enjoyment from the very thing that had tortured him for so many years.

“This man spoke with his eyes, his emotions presented themselves through the shimmering heat of his stare, and all the pain, all the suffering, all the fear and the dread glared at me with both a hunger for help and a caution to say away.”
“There was nowhere to hide. He had an uncanny ability to see the real me beneath the façade I painted on my face every morning.”

“I can almost taste the sin that devours you with every one of your breaths. I can smell the longing pouring from you, the desire.”
“There is always sun after the rain, light after the dark. The morning will always be accompanied by a bird’s happy song, the spring will always burst after the cold winter, and the night will always be caressed by the light of the moon. There’s always pleasure, Anderson, always that touch of better. You just have to look for it. And find it.”


“Until every drop of blood that keeps you alive is spilled into my hands. Every burning touch on your skin that belongs to me will torture your soul with intolerable lust. And every single little breath you owe me will make you suffer in agonising pain. In blood - in lust - and in pain.”

“Tell me, Kloe,” he breathed as he ran his hand up my throat. I gulped beneath his hold when he enclosed my neck in his fingers and squeezed lightly. “Do you dream of us fucking, of my cock slick with your cum? Do you wonder what it will feel like when I fuck your tight little arse? Or how my cum will taste in your mouth?”

“You keep trying to push me away but I would pay with my soul to have you. I would give God my final breath for a single piece of your heart.”






