Pound of Flesh
by Jessa Kane
Beast saw Beauty. And the hunt was on. A beast has just kicked down my front door.
He’s massive, scarred, just out of prison and refuses to budge.
Unless I go with him. He’s made it clear what he wants—my untouched body beneath his giant, damaged one.
If I run, he’ll hunt me down and take it. But when he slips and shows me his desperation…
I’m no longer sure whether I want to run to him or away from him.
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He’s massive, scarred, just out of prison and refuses to budge.
Unless I go with him. He’s made it clear what he wants—my untouched body beneath his giant, damaged one.
If I run, he’ll hunt me down and take it. But when he slips and shows me his desperation…
I’m no longer sure whether I want to run to him or away from him.
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