Vow of Deception: A Dark Marriage Romance (Deception Trilogy Book 1)

But then again, Adrian provides the best aftercare I’ve ever witnessed. I’ve only ever known selfish men who paid attention to their own pleasure and to hell with mine. Adrian doesn’t only make sure I come first—and multiple times—he also never leaves me dirty and walks away. He always bathes me, dresses me, brushes my hair, tucks me in, and even tells Ogla to bring me meals in bed when he feels I’m too sore to move.

In Adrian’s arms, I’m free of everything and everyone. I’m just me.

“I’ll meet you over and over again if I have to.”

Holy hell. I’m glad he doesn’t smile too often because I’d go into cardiac arrest or something.

Power isn’t barking orders and raising guns. It’s not declaring wars and commanding hits in a show of masculinity.

I can feel the headache starting at the back of my skull, and I can’t afford to be sober for too long.

Is there anything crueler than erasing one’s identity? Than wiping away the essence of their being as if it never existed?

I currently feel like a rose plucked from a field.

And not in an I’ll go to a better place way, but in an I’ll probably wither and perish way.

But that’s not the case. She was always a swan, only hidden.

“What do you think I am? I don’t bite the hand that feeds me. Jesus.”