She sighed and tightened her hooded jacket around her chest. It might be spring, but the Colorado Rockies didn’t seem to know that. Despite the lateness of season, they still had patches of snow on the ground from the last storm two days ago. She paused on the rocky beach of Oro Creek and admired the reflection of the trees from the opposite bank on the water. Here she could relax and let the creek take some of her worry away.
Moira loved her family, even as overbearing and controlling as they were. She’d moved out of her parents’ house as soon as she could, long before her next oldest brother, to find her own path, and even then she’d had to fight to find a way to live on her own terms. Her father had written her off, but her older brothers still thought she needed to be guided into whatever they pictured as the perfect life for her. Except they don’t know me very well anymore.
None of her family knew she had a submissive nature and enjoyed BDSM. Well, I used to. Before Lenny Corsica and his brand of sadism. He fancied himself a Dom who catered to pain sluts, but he’d ignored her safeword and her hard limits, and she’d come home. She could see her brothers’ expressions now. Disgust, disdain, dismissal. They didn’t understand the lifestyle and mostly would blame her for any harm that came to her.
Only Aiden really understands.
She bent and picked up a rock to skip it across the still waters of the creek’s eddy. It bounced five times before it skidded beneath the water’s surface. He’d been so patient with her hangups and she’d made the decision to give him her heart.
Who am I kidding? He already had my heart.
She laughed in the silence of the gray afternoon. Now all she had to do was find the courage to stand up to her family. They’d run Aiden off two decades ago, but now she was stronger. She’d stand up for him and defend their love. Even if it meant she’d be disowned.
It doesn’t matter. I have the Cloudburst Coffee & Spa with Talia. She didn’t need the family’s approval to survive.
Moira threw another rock into the stream before she heard footsteps on the rocky beach behind her. She turned to see who intruded upon her solitude, but she only caught sight of someone wearing dark clothes before something collided with her head.
Stars and pain exploded in her head, and she went down with a cry. Disorientation rattled her awareness and she tried to crawl away from her attacker, but he kicked her in the side. Her breath whooshed out, stealing her ability to scream, and her vision swam.
The man bent down until his face was close to hers. “Hey gosling. I told you we’d be together again. No one leaves the lifestyle, Moira. And now you’ll be mine forever.”
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