They say if you love something, let it go…

Letting her walk away wasn’t an easy decision, but what woman wanted to be saddled with a man running on borrowed time?

Tick tock.

The golden ticket that brought them together was as much a curse as a blessing, tangled in Fate’s meddling fingers.

If he subjected her to his darker urges, the side he never wanted her to see, surely she’d be the one to walk away.

But testing Meadow’s limits excites him, especially when she responds to his heavy hand with delight, and his dominance isn’t the dividing force he hoped it would be.

Devoted submission earned her a place by his side, on her knees, where she belonged.

…if it’s meant to be, it will return to you.