Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 155037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 775(@200wpm)___ 620(@250wpm)___ 517(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 155037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 775(@200wpm)___ 620(@250wpm)___ 517(@300wpm)
CJ Bennett’s books were her favorite. And she lived at Sanctuary Ranch.
Isa loved sleeping with soft toys, she liked girly things, and she longed for someone to take control. To take care of her in all ways. But her dad had always made her feel ashamed of who she was.
Every time she saw something cute, she could hear her dad’s voice in her head telling her to grow up. To act her age.
That she couldn’t like pretty, pink, girly things forever.
He’d tried to take Razzie away from her when she was ten. He’d thrown him in the garbage and she’d had to sneak down during the night to rescue him, then hide him away. Scared that he’d find him again, she’d given Razzie to Loki to protect. It had been so hard to be away from Razzie, but she had to keep him safe.
Loki had always kept her safe, so she’d known that he’d do the same for Razzie.
Was it weird that the idea of him leaving for a few days upset her so much she could barely catch her breath?
It’s just . . . she was so scared that one day he wouldn’t come back.
She rubbed at her chest. Did it feel tight? When she’d gotten up before, she’d felt light-headed. It was probably just a blood pressure thing. Or an adrenaline rush from hearing him cry out.
Right?
God, she didn’t know.
And a part of her was scared it was something else.
She wanted to turn to Loki. Wake him up. Tell him her worries. But they were so stupid. She had nothing to base them on. Right?
And he had enough going on.
So she lay there, listening to him sleep, breathing in his scent. Netroli with a hint of something else. Like honey.
Please don’t go.
Stay with me.
Please don’t leave me.
Love me.
I’m so fucking scared.
2
He watched her.
It had become an obsession.
At first, he’d studied her because he didn’t believe she was real.
On the outside, she seemed beautiful, kind, sweet, and loyal.
But Remy had really thought that it was all an act. And that as soon as he caught her, he’d be able to stop watching her.
He’d been sure that she was spoiled. With her hair always glossy and perfect. Her nails always polished. Her make-up always done. Getting everyone else to do her bidding and never working a day in her life.
But after a few weeks, he’d had to eat his words. Because she really was that sweet and nice.
She might be pint-sized and stunningly beautiful. She might look fragile and like a princess. But she was also intelligent, loyal, and fierce.
As soon as he’d realized that there wasn’t one spoiled bone in her body, and that she’d do anything for anyone who needed it, he’d become even more obsessed.
It wasn’t healthy, but watching her had become his happy place. It was his gift to himself.
He had this driving need to ensure she was safe. That she was being cared for.
And right now . . . he didn’t think that was happening.
Remy frowned as he took in the dark marks under her eyes. She’d tried to conceal them with make-up. But he knew every inch of her body and she couldn’t fool him.
She looked exhausted.
As though life was weighing her down.
And that was something he couldn’t have. Isa was always sparkles and light. Living life free.
The complete opposite of him.
Her friends and their men had made it clear that they weren’t happy with the way he watched her.
Which annoyed him.
Because he wasn’t a threat to the fairy princess.
He was the ogre who watched over her, protected her . . . and eventually she would be his.
You could take her right now.
No one here is worthy of her.
Remy knew that he didn’t deserve her either.
He’d drifted for years. Never spending too long in one place. He didn’t like attachments.
They strangled him. Made him itchy and restless.
This was the first time he’d ever felt at home. Ever wanted to stay somewhere longer than a few months.
You need to make sure she knows who she belongs to.
Fuck. He wanted nothing more than to do that. To have her down on her knees in front of him, sucking him off.
To have her over his lap, his hand spanking her pert ass for having a sassy mouth, for not obeying his rules.
And there would be rules.
She wasn’t even his yet, and he had a burning need to know where she was at all times.
Isa needed someone to give her boundaries. Perhaps a Daddy. Someone who could be strict and stern when needed.
But also someone who’d let her be girly and sweet who wouldn’t crush her spirit.
Could he do that?
It had been years since he’d been with a Little, but he’d once had a softer side.
However, all of those other issues were eclipsed by one problem.
Remy looked around The Wishing Well. He hadn’t realized that places like this town truly existed.