LaCroix playing with her

Éloise’s POV

The LaCroix men are vipers, coiling around my life, squeezing until I can’t breathe. Shallow, with his oily voice and punishing grip, treats me like a doll to break and parade. Damien—God, Damien—slithers into my thoughts, my dreams, my body, with those storm-grey eyes and that velvet g...

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