Chapter 1

He ran his hand down my throat and stopped right above my breasts. His hand flattened against my chest.

"I can feel your heart pounding. You may not be a free woman but, you seem to like me."

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Nyctophilia: love for the darkness; finding relaxation or comfort in the darkness.
Rosemary can't help loving it, she was rooted in it. Even when she finds a good man, she looks for trouble. She thrives on dysfunction. Her disfigured body holds a painful past she desperately yearns to escape. But disorder is her middle name.
And Dean will be her destruction.