Owned by Zoey Oliver

“Liane. You came, didn’t you?”


My trembling should have made it obvious.
But he had to twist my bliss into something humiliating.
Stoking the fire inside me even more.
Melting away anything that was left of Liane.
Or Lia.
Leaving only my need. My insatiable appetite.

He’s taken my innocence
And teased it, taunted it, caged it.
Taken it to the depths of pain.
And heights of pleasure.
Until he owns every secret inch of me.