Don't Leave Me

Don’t Leave Me Eden Emory This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. Don’t Leave Me Copyright © 2023 by Eden Emory All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or used in any manner without written permission of the copyright owner except for the use of quotations in a book review. For more information, address: [email protected] Cover design by Elle Mae Edits by My Brother’s Editor ISBN 978-1-959187-04-2 (paperback) ISBN 979-8-9860203-8-9 (ebook) www.ellemaebooks.com Created with Vellum To everyone who fell in love with Sloan in the first book, this one’s for you. Contents Also by Eden Emory Note Before you continue Prologue 1. Sloan 2. Lillian 3. Sloan 4. Sloan 5. Lillian 6. Lillian 7. Sloan 8. Lillian 9. Sloan 10. Sloan 11. Lillian 12. Lillian 13. Sloan 14. Sloan 15. Lillian 16. Lillian 17. Sloan 18. Lillian 19. Sloan 20. Lillian 21. Lillian 22. Sloan 23. Sloan 24. Sloan 25. Sloan 26. Lillian 27. Sloan 28. Lillian 29. Sloan 30. Lillian 31. Sloan 32. Lillian 33. Sloan Epilogue Bonus Epilogue Did you miss Ax & Nyx? Acknowledgments About the Author Also by Eden Emory Club Pétale: The Ties that Bind Us Don’t Stop Me Don’t Leave Me Don’t Forget Me (2023) Elle Mae (Paranormal) Short and Smutty: The Sweetest Sacrifice: An Erotic Demon Romance Nevermore: A Deal with a Demon Blood Bound Duology: Contract Bound: A Lesbian Vampire Romance Lost Clause (2023) Winterfell Academy Series: The Price of Silence: Winterfell Academy Book 1 The Price of Silence: Winterfell Academy Book 2 The Price of Silence: Winterfell Academy Book 3 The Price of Silence: Winterfell Academy Book 4 The Price of Silence: Winterfell Academy Book 5 Other World Series: An Imposter in Warriors Clothing A Coward In A Kings Crown Note This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Before moving forward, please note that the themes in this book can be dark and trigger some people. Triggers can include but are not limited to: piercing kinks, overstimulation, slight degradation and praise, public sex, photographing sex acts, CNC, knife play, shibari/bondage, electroshock (e-stim) play, impact play, voyeurism, death mention, murder, violence, SA mention, victim blaming, child neglect (flashback), domestic abuse Or visit https://www.ellemaebooks.com/triggerwarnings to view the TW for my other books as well. Tropes: step sisters, forced proximity, angst, miscommunication (I warned you lol) If you need help, please reach out to the resources below. National Suicide Prevention Lifeline 899 https://suicidepreventionlifeline.org/ National Domestic Violence Hotline 1-800-799-7233 https://www.thehotline.org/ Before you continue This is not an accurate portrayal of the BDSM community, if you are curious and what to learn more please conduct your own research and do not rely on what you read in this book as accurate knowledge of the BDSM community, their etiquette, and their ways. Things in this book have been dramatized and are not an accurate depiction of reality or my personal thoughts and opinions on these matters. Don’t Leave Me Eden Emory Prologue My first ever heartbreak was when I saw my mother get beaten. Back then, I had thought we were having the best day of our lives. Mother, Father, and I had gone out to my favorite diner for breakfast, and I had blueberry pancakes topped with an obscene amount of whipped cream and enough syrup to make my teeth ache. At the time, I didn’t notice my mother’s hands shaking as she cut my pancakes. I also didn’t notice the way my father had been drinking at nine that morning and began to glare at my mom with a hatred that would become ingrained in my mind for years to come. I had thought that it had happened suddenly. After a full day’s schedule of eating until my stomach was bursting and playing in the water of the beach, we decided to head home. I was exhausted by that time and hadn’t noticed my father’s mood. We were in the car in the middle of our journey when it happened. My father, as always, was in the driver’s seat. He swerved over to the side of the road and began wailing on my mother like she was the one endangering him. I was only seven when it happened, so that first time, I just sat there frozen in my seat as my mother cried out for him to stop. When it was done, I was still shell-shocked and had to watch my mother pull herself together as my dad drove the rest of the way home in silence. I never looked at my father the same way again. Once I got older, I made sure that he would never put a hand on her again. Permanently. I guess that is why I ended up in the situation I did. It had been years since my father had fallen asleep on our couch with the burner on and our house went up in flames. Our lives had changed dramatically since then, but I couldn’t say that I missed him or the life we once had. After that, we moved to a small city outside of Philadelphia, and it was the first time my mom had taken us to a “friend’s” house for dinner. That house would later be the one I moved into. It was a three-bedroom house with a backyard just big enough for a small pool and a chair for my mother to sit and sunbathe. I would remember how content she looked whenever she lay out there and I couldn’t help but feel happy for her. A woman who was run by fear, now able to fully relax, was something I don’t think people gave her enough credit for. The wood floors creaked