My Sleeping Beauty doesn’t realize just how dangerous I am. She trusts so easily, smiles so beautifully. And while she sleeps, I watch. With each passing night, I become more addicted until I’m a man obsessed.
I feel his gaze on me, watching while I sleep.
He pushes me away in the light, but in the dark, he comes to me like a moth to a flame.
I crave it. He doesn’t know just how broken I am.
I believe she is the light to my darkness.
But it turns out my Sleeping Beauty likes to dive into the shadows alongside me.
She’s mine, but that decision could kill us both.
Prologue
Vera
He is the first person who sees the real me.
Sees what’s hidden inside.
Not the darkness, not the light, but the gray in between.
I was the first person to see past his affliction, and that’s what started our twisted journey. We were both broken by the life given to us, and in order to survive, we needed each other.
I spent my life falling in love with the stories my nanny read to me. The fairy tales that spoke of princes and castles. And since I lived in a castle—well, a house so big it could be considered a castle—myself, I always thought I would find my prince.
I lost my mother when I was young. And when I fell into the darkness of my depression, I found solace in the depravity that came with addiction. I didn’t waste away on drugs, and I certainly didn’t drink myself into a coma.
No.
My need came from something far dirtier and unmentionable. A desire that grabbed hold of me and didn’t let go.
Until him.
My life was always filled with light, until my mother was no longer around, and I was left to my own devices. Children shouldn’t be left to fend for themselves, especially children like me—privileged. I admit I’m broken, that I should never have found myself on the website I had become addicted to.
But that same lapse in judgment brought him to me.
Each night, I would wait and watch the screen as it illuminated my old bedroom, and I would watch for him. My heart would kick wildly in my chest when I saw his name light up, and his message appear.
I don’t have anyone else but him.
I’m the possession of someone who ran away from me when I first met him. The memory is still clear of that day, and I recall his disdain for me so clearly. But now I find myself in the dark in a bedroom, which is homely, warm, and cozy. I’ve fought, screamed, and cried, but my owner only ignores me when I act like this. He may have shown me his face, but I’ve yet to see his soul.
For now, I wait. I know he’s there, watching.
I don’t know how long it’s been.
Only that he visits me every day.
I know his name. He was the first person I ever came to love and to crave. And even now, I know he will be the only one who understands my desires.
He makes me feel things.
I shiver again when I think about him. Rolling onto my back, I sigh loudly, and it echoes in the vast bedroom. It’s different from the one I had while I was growing up.
I no longer have teddy bears on my bed. There are no longer pink and pastel blue furnishings and curtains. This bedroom is filled with deep shades of cobalt and charcoal hues that offer more warmth than what I’d envisioned.
Each night, in the dark, my visitor comes to me. He talks to me in that deep, gravelly tone, which only turns the spark inside me into a raging inferno. He tells me he’s ill and that he doesn’t understand why he is broken.
I want to tell him I am too. My heart, my mind, it’s not the same, and there’s nothing I can do about it but tamp it down and ignore it. I want to ask him so many questions that plague me daily, but I don’t. Perhaps the less I know, the better.
The sun streams through the window, informing me of a new day. He told me I’ll be able to go outside soon. And I can’t wait to run through the forest. I’ve sat in the window seat every day since I woke up in this bedroom, and I’ve watched the birds flit about and the flowers bloom as spring nears.
Last night, he came to me and sat for a long while, just talking. I want to see him, to ask him why he’s taken me, brought me to this place that doesn’t seem like a prison, but sort of is. It’s a cabin, hidden amongst tall trees and green grass.
I’m thankful he’s been kind to me, not hurting me in any way. I imagine other girls who’ve been in similar situations, may not have been as lucky as I am.
My body trembles when I hear the lock of the bedroom door clicking, and I realize he’s bringing in the tray with food for me to devour. He feeds me, keeps me hydrated, allows me all those normal comforts; the only thing he doesn’t give me is his truth. But soon, I know he will.
The spicy scent of his cologne still hangs heavily in the room from last night, and I’m filled with want for him to stay here with me. He makes me crave the nearness of him. I watch as he sets the tray on the vanity before he disappears again.
How can I want him when he hides from me?
How can I need him when he won’t let me in?
ONE CLICK NOW!
Acknowledgments
I want to thank you- the readers- for trusting me to take you on a dark and twisted adventure. Thank you for taking the time read my stories and play in my imaginary world with me. I am forever in your debt.
I’d also like to thank Jay Aheer at Simply Defined Art for the amazing job she did on the cover for Finding His Strength. Thank you for your amazing creativity and talent!
Monica with WordNerd Editing, THANK YOU so much for helping me make this story the best it could be.
Thank you to my ARC team and every member of Measha’s Madhouse. You all give me the support and love I need to keep putting my fingers to the keyboard every day.
About Measha Stone
USA Today Bestselling Author Measha Stone is a lover of all things erotic and fun who writes kinky romantic suspense and dark romance novels. She won the 2018 Golden Flogger award in two categories, Best Advanced BDSM and Best Anthology. She's hit #1 on Amazon in multiple categories in the U.S. and the U.K. When she's not typing away on her computer, she can be found nestled up with a cup of tea and her kindle.
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