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Breaking Free
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- FormatePub
- ISBN978-1-944841-25-6
- EAN9781944841256
- Date de parution02/01/2020
- Protection num.pas de protection
- Infos supplémentairesepub
- ÉditeurWriter's Fun Zone Publishing
Résumé
A captivity dark romance by award-winning author Liz Adams. Read this if stories of captive and captor intimacy often leave your heart in a squeeze and your bedsheets clenched in your fists. Madeleine:Becoming his captive was the last thing I expected to ever happen to me. In a world where gender-neutral practices opened doors to my equal pay and equal status, men and women dressed the same and looked the same.
Men's urges were satiated by the fembots they owned. Gender-neutrality's restrictions may have taken a toll on my love life, but when the masked man with caribbean blue eyes grabbed me and tied me down in an abandoned building, his demand for me to rediscover my femininity unlocked more than my animal desires. I didn't want to have to look into his beautiful eyes. I didn't want to have to feel his breath between my legs, I didn't want his mouth to claim every inch of me.
But he was relentless. I wanted to escape. How come my body didn't care what I wanted, and only ached for something-someone-improper and, dare I say, dangerous?
Men's urges were satiated by the fembots they owned. Gender-neutrality's restrictions may have taken a toll on my love life, but when the masked man with caribbean blue eyes grabbed me and tied me down in an abandoned building, his demand for me to rediscover my femininity unlocked more than my animal desires. I didn't want to have to look into his beautiful eyes. I didn't want to have to feel his breath between my legs, I didn't want his mouth to claim every inch of me.
But he was relentless. I wanted to escape. How come my body didn't care what I wanted, and only ached for something-someone-improper and, dare I say, dangerous?
