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“Well, sweetheart. If I were a gentleman, I would’ve asked you out on a date, taken you on numerous fancy dinners, and treated you real nice and sweet. But I’ll be honest with you straight from the get-go. I am not a gentleman. In fact, I am the furthest thing from a gentleman. I’m a degenerate―a criminal. And I’ll show you exactly what criminals do to pretty little things like you.”

“William groaned. "Oh, Miss Cross," he replied in a low dark tone. "I've seen you stripped bare since the day we met. You couldn't hide from me if you tried. I know every nuance. Every detail. In my mind, I've kissed you a thousand times. I've worshiped your body even more." He paused to lightly trace his fingers over my arm. A shiver traveled down my spine. "I tried to keep you out of this world. But now that you're here, I'm going to claim every last inch of you. I have spent the last three years eavesdropping on your soul. Next, I'll learn your body.”

“— Não sou uma boa pessoa, tenho sangue em minhas mãos e já tirei mais vidas do que posso realmente contar, você está em perigo só por estar aqui, Chace, e isso me mata por dentro, porque não tenho forças para fazer o que seria o certo. Eu sou uma vadia egoísta, sei disso, eu quis Gabriel e não descansei até provar para ele que fomos feitos um para o outro, e agora eu quero você.”

“Her eyes fluttered down to her hands, and she bit her lip so hard I thought it would bleed. Fuck! My dick twitched, roaring to life. Any blood on her lip should be of my doing. “Little lamb, you have no idea what your limits are. And baiting a man with few might get you more than you bargained for.” Her gaze stayed fixed on her lap as her fingers worried the corner of the cushion. “Look at me when I speak to you,” I demanded. Her eyes shot up to mine, and those stormy irises were now hidden beneath black pools. “If you were mine,” I said, “I’d strip you bare, tie your wrists behind your back with my belt, and bend you over that island.” I glanced toward the kitchen. “I’d have you spreading those sweet cheeks of yours apart. Holding them open for me while I drool over your little pink puckered hole as I pound my cock deep inside your cunt, knowing I’ll be fucking your ass next.” Her eyes were enormous now. Her mouth dropped open. I’d made her pant with my words alone.”

“She was Persephone. Pure spring caught in the harsh reality of my dark domain. And I? I was Hades. King of an underworld forged not of myth but of concrete and blood. I knew, in the gut-wrenching way only a man like me could, that what I was about to do was wrong. I knew every fiber of her being would scream against the chains I hadn’t even yet forged—but I couldn’t stop the inevitable. I would make her mine. My craving consumed me—an overwhelming longing that defied logic, morality, and every rule I lived by. Everything about it screamed violation. But as I watched her, seeing the fragile strength beneath the pain, the absolute virginity of her soul laid bare… A hunger I had never even known existed devoured me. I couldn’t stop. I wouldn’t.”

“She was the perfect fit for me. My light in all this darkness. Bending my head, I breathed her in and made the only vow I would ever keep without question. From the moment I first saw you, I needed to know more. Not wanted—needed. You became my compulsion, my answer to questions I didn’t know I was asking. I’ve drawn you into the shadows of my world—not to cage you, but to make you mine in every way. I will guard you against every enemy, silence every threat, and claim every part of you while building you into everything you dream of being. No man will touch you without losing his hands. No enemy will breathe after speaking your name. I will tear this city apart if it means keeping you safe. And I will spend the rest of my life making certain you never want for anything except more of me.”

“Don’t worry, little lamb,” he said, his voice a low rumble against my skin as he dragged his lips along my breast. “I’ll always catch you.” Then his mouth curved into a smirk, and he growled something that was equal parts threat and vow: “Hate me all you want…you’re still mine.”

“He’s right. I’ve lived like a ghost. But even after everyone took turns in trying to blow out my fire, I somehow still managed to find a lighter. With that last bit of fight inside me, I wrote my novel. And look what has come of it. A psychopath in the skin of the most beautiful man I have ever seen. One who is torturing my husband as we speak. A bad man who murdered at least three men and was in the fucking mafia. And he wants me.”

“And I don’t care that you’re in the mafia. I don’t care that you’re a murderer and my stalker. I don’t give a shit about your past any longer. It doesn’t matter to me that you spent ten years in the nuthouse. I. Don’t. Care.” She takes my face between her palms and her nails dig into my skin. “I know I should run far away from you. But damn my heart. Damn my soul and my legs and my feet… Because all I really want to do is run toward you.” Her voice breaks. “Damn you, Dubh Burton. Damn you…”