Aliana's POV

I arched beneath him, pushing against his hold. "I don’t need to fight you, Freddy. I’ve already won."

His smirk faltered for a second before he leaned down, his lips hovering over mine. "You think so?" he murmured.

I didn’t just think so—I knew.

Because for the first time, I wasn’t just reacting to him. I wasn’t the woman he had claimed, the woman who had been forced into this life. I had chosen it. I had chosen him.

And that meant he no longer had control over me.

I flipped us over, straddling him, my hands pressing against his chest. His eyes darkened, his hands immediately gripping...