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USA TODAY bestselling author Muffy Wilson
Fairytales were nothing but lies. Gallant knights spouting poetry? Damsels in distress? Fuck that.
Michele ran a fingertip across the creased paper balanced on her lap, tracing the line drawing she’d made on a previous trip to San Francisco when she was twelve and believed not just in fairytales, but the power of true love’s kiss. Had it really been a decade? A smile tugged at her lips, enticing her mood to lighten. She’d penciled the sketch a lifetime ago, it seemed. Back when she was young and full of romantic ideals. How she’d placed her trust in fairytales and desperately hoped that one day she’d find her prince charming.
That was before.
Before Devon Rhoades ruined everything for her.
Before she saw him again four years after making the drawing, when she was sixteen and he twenty-four. When she’d come to San Francisco for her uncle’s funeral and stood in his parent’s reception room, stoically accepting their condolences and he’d walked through the door. The very air had shifted with his presence. Then he spoke and it was like a thread had been woven through her heart to his, binding them with an invisible force.
His low, commanding tone had sent shivers racing down her spine to settle somewhere between her belly button and privates. Still a virgin, she’d had no idea what he’d done to her until sometime later when she had her first sexual experience and was left wanting. All those awkward kisses and uncertainty were about as far from romantic as they could get. Her next several forays into the world of sex would leave her feeling even more unsatisfied and confused.
What she wanted, no, what she needed, was the quiet domination Devon had shown in his parents’ house. Without even touching her, and while carrying on a benign conversation, she’d felt drawn to him, had a powerful urge to kneel at his feet and submit.