Milton: Worship Excerpt 1

Excerpt 1

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His skin is fire beneath me as he strides further into the room, my heart skipping a beat when he lifts one of his hands to grab my chin. Pulling me close, his head tilts, and for one gut-turning second, with eyes focused solely on my lips, I think he’s going to kiss me.

He doesn’t.

Fingers close around my neck, and he’s suddenly pushing me back. Terror all but consumes me as water makes contact with my skin. Before I can even see where it’s come from, I am completely submerged underwater.

It takes me a moment to realize that Milton is forcing me down in a tub of some sort I didn’t see when I first entered this room. Water pours down my ears and up my nose. My lungs burn for the breath I didn’t get to take. The fucker stole it before I even hit the water when I thought he was going to kiss me. Like he knew it would.

I thrash out, slapping and hitting him to let go, but he holds me down. That’s when real panic kicks in, and I slam my hands into him harder. What I’m hitting, I don’t know. What I do know is that he isn’t letting go. Oh, God.

A frenzy of bubbles spurts from my mouth as I scream. Bad idea. More water rushes in. I’m running out of time. My body is going to be forced to give in. I can feel it.

Maybe I should give in. Finally, die. I can think of worse ways to go. I can be with my baby. I wouldn’t have to deal with this exhausting fight any longer. Just let go. Right now.

But then, they win. All the people who set out to ruin me—they all win.

Stop being a victim.

In a last futile attempt, I let my body sag until my back hits the bottom of the tub. Like this, Milton’s arm is fully extended down into the water. Dropping my chin and pushing my face forward, I bite down into his arm. Hard.

Blood pools in my mouth as he yanks his arm away, the momentum working in my favor as it drags me up to the surface. Finally, finding purchase with my feet, I break through, coughing and gulping for air.

Blinking water from my eyes, Milton goes to grab me again when something in me takes over. Lashing out with a scream, my hand swipes across his face, leaving red scratches on his cheek. Enough to stun him. I’m knee-deep in a stone bath of water, belonging to what I can only describe as an altar.

“No!” I yell when hands capture my arms.

“No?” he demands, grabbing my face and forcing me to look at him. Blood trickles from the claw marks I left on his skin and the bite on his arm.

“Why did you do that?” I choke on my tears. “Why the fuck are you trying to kill me?”

“Because now you know what it feels like to have someone you care about, someone you would do anything for, try to fucking kill you.” His words paralyze me, like I’ve just been slapped. “Now we’re even.”


Betrayed and sold to the terrifyingly cruel leader of the Devil Horns MC, 15-year-old Heidi Adams is left struggling to survive in the seedy underworld of Fair Haven and enduring horrors no child should ever have to think about. Her only ray of hope is Milton, the enigmatic stranger appointed to protect her like property, and the only man she can trust not to hurt her… until one fatal lie costs him his life.


Years later, Heidi is sectioned in Stonehill Hospital for her crimes. Tormented and broken, Heidi desperately needs help… but the man pulling the strings regarding her treatment bears a stunning resemblance to the man she once had killed, and his motives make it taste a lot like revenge. 

And his methods? Well, they might just be enough to drive her mad…

The debut novel of dark romance author, Lydia Goodfellow. Worship is book seven in the Club XXX series and the first book in Milton’s series. It can be read as a standalone.