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Chapters (25)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright
  3. Contents
  4. 1. Nora
  5. 2. Nora
  6. 3. Luca
  7. 4. Nora
  8. 5. Nora
  9. 6. Luca
  10. 7. Nora
  11. 8. Nora
  12. 9. Luca
  13. 10. Luca
  14. 11. Nora
  15. 12. Dante
  16. 13. Nora
  17. 14. Nora
  18. 15. Dante
  19. 16. Nora
  20. 17. Luca
  21. 18. Nora
  22. 19. Dante
  23. Sweet Captivity Excerpt
  24. Also by Julia Sykes
  25. Connect with Julia!

His jaw ticked, but his hands remained gentle as he slowly drew down the zipper at the back of my dress. I shivered when the ruined garment dropped to the floor, leaving me in nothing but white lace underwear.

To my surprise, he didn’t remove them right away. He retrieved a brush and hair tie from the sink cabinet and quickly returned to me. Curiosity stirred in the depths of my detached state. I didn’t understand his strange actions, but I wouldn’t fight him. There was no point; he would inevitably win.

I slipped deeper into my composure, allowing my body to become gracefully poised and my expression to relax into something vacant and serene.

“Why are you doing that?” he asked, a sharp edge to the question.

I blinked up at him. “Doing what?”

He gestured at my body, my face. “This vapid doll act. Is it a passive aggressive guilt trip, or have I truly damaged you so deeply?” Those fine lines around his eyes deepened.

“This is how I always look,” I hedged, unease tightening my belly. No man had ever noticed that my composed mask was a lie.

His lips pressed into a grimace. “No. I’ve seen you, Nora. You’re far from vapid. You’re my wife. I want to understand you, so we can build a life together that isn’t miserable. I can’t make you happy if I don’t know how to read you.”

Surprise pierced my unease. “You want to make me happy?” I breathed.

Before, he’d said that happiness was my choice, as though he didn’t care one way or another.

He nodded. “I don’t want you to hate me. And I won’t play games with you. So I’ll ask you again: why do you put on that pretty doll act?”

I blew out a sigh. “It has nothing to do with you. I’m a dancer. I’m poised when I perform.”

His brow furrowed. “Perform?”

I shrugged. “That’s how I always act around men. It keeps me safe.”

“What do you mean? What men have made you feel unsafe? Alberto?” He scowled on my cousin’s name.

I gaped at him. “All men are dangerous.” How could he not know that? “If I ever displease my father, he has one of his guards punish me. Ballet taught me to be serene and composed. I learned a long time ago to draw on those lessons outside of the dance studio. If I don’t provoke anyone, they have no reason to hurt me.”