Protologue

His strong hands hold me down, I feel like I can't move. My breathing gets shaky. "Stryker, please stop, I'm not ready" I plead. He places a kiss on my neck and holds a knife in his hand. "Stop being childish, Violet" he growls. He grabs my waist and pulls me closer, light kisses are placed against my collarbone. I cry out. He places the knife against my wrist and begin to add pressure.
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