C20 defiance

The next weekend was supposed to be for me to get a break to get a breathe . Just forty-eight hours away from the stifling air of the penthouse, away from Logan’s unblinking slate-grey stare, and away from the heavy, territorial weight of his hand resting on my stomach every single night.

I needed to breathe. I needed to remember the sound of my own voice when it wasn't echoing back submission