Vol.2 (LONDON BROWN #6.5) (Includes Bond, Open, and Loss) Episodes 10 to 18
A labyrinth littered with luxury, lies, lust, lewdness, and loathing awaits…
In the opulent setting of London’s aristocracy, lives a young woman fractured into two distinct individuals, one face with multiple facets.
One façade, the whore, London Brown, who will confess unfathomable truths, the other, a loving daughter the socialite, Desniah Williams will pull back the curtain to reveal what lurks in the shadows.
Caden Jacob Carrington V, a politician will do anything to reclaim the woman he lost, including dredging up pains of the past.
Rhys Christos Edward Stowell, a philanthropist will fight to win the woman he loves while baring the darkness of his soul.
“Do have any idea of how terrifying that sounds?”
“Yes.” I pressed my forehead to hers. “However I will always protect what is mine.”
“That’s not how most people conduct relationships.”
“We aren’t most people.” I hovered my lips just above hers. The warmth from her sparked against me. “You need to pay. And I need for you to need it. You need me to make you pay. And I need you to need me to make you pay.”
Eyes filled with tears, she stared up at me.
“I refuse to live a lie. Not with you. This, you and I, allows us both to exist in light, not darkness. You want me to taint what we will be with falsehood and deception as though you are doing this for me.” Even just the thought of me forcing her to endure ailed me physically. Cheapening how deeply I loved her. “Don’t try to pretend this isn’t exactly what we both require. Make what we share a game, one where we make-believe, it’s for me alone. You need this as badly as I do. Don’t treat what we share like something we should be ashamed of.” I ran my thumb along her bottom lip. “I will provide for you in every way, but you, in turn, must accept that those darker aspects we will share are what you thrive from.”
She opened her mouth. Whether she knew or not, her body gave all the responses she feared to. The access, she was afraid to. Every part of her was mine. Even before she was able to admit it.
“I shouldn’t want to do it.”