Liora’s Pov
The gallery was dark except for the spotlights. They were all there. Every painting he had ever done of me. The first one, the one of me sleeping in his bed. The angry ones, the ones where I was tied up and used. The one of me on all fours, my ass presented to him. And the last one. The final canvas. The one where I was laid bare, my secrets exposed but not shamed. It was the centerpiece of the collection. He called it Painted Forever. It was a private show. The only guests were him and me.
"They're all beautiful," I said, my voice quiet. I walked through the gallery, my fingers brushing against the frames. "I never thought I could look like that."
"You always looked like that," he said, coming up behind me. "I was just the only one who could see it."
He took my hand and le
