Chapter 8:

Eternal Secret Toy

Harper’s POV

By the end of summer, I barely recognized myself anymore. The shy, bookish nineteen-year-old who arrived with sketchbooks and nervous smiles had vanished. In her place stood Marcus Hale’s perfectly trained, secretly owned breeding toy. Every single day he reinforced it.

This morning was no different. He had me bent over his desk in the home office, skirt flipped up, legs spread wide while the delicate silver chain collar he fastened around my neck last night rested against my throat.

“Tell Daddy who you belong to,” Marcus growled, slamming his thick cock into me with long, punishing strokes.

“I belong to you, Daddy!”...