Chapter 186 Not Yours, Not Ever
- She’d been forced into worse.
- But that didn’t make this easier.
- The dress clung like a second skin. Red, high-cut, low-draped, deliberately sheer in places no fabric ever should’ve been. It did nothing to hide the bruises on her thighs, or the scrapes still healing down her arms. It was designed to show them. To flaunt them like battle scars he’d collected.