And she knew it.
Without hesitation, she lifted her skirt and shoved her underclothes aside, reclining back on the bed like a dark goddess baring herself for sacrifice.
Her fingers slipped between her thighs, gliding over glistening folds. She moaned low and deep, the sound hitting me like a punch to the gut.
I snapped.
I seized her hips and opened her thighs wide with a growl,tearing at my clothes as I climbed over her. My cock throbbed against her entrance, already slick and desperate.
“I want you to fuck me like a monster,” she snarled. Her legs wrapped around my waist, heels digging into my back, pulling me deeper. “Ruin me.”
I plunged into her with a brutal thrust, burying myself to the hilt. She arched beneath me with a cry so filthy, so primal, it made my blood roar in my ears.
My grip tightened around her throat—not enough to hurt, just enough to claim. I leaned in, my mouth brushing her ear.
“I’m going to make you mine,” I growled, voice guttural with need. “You’ll be my queen. My wicked, sinful queen. And I’ll drown you in so much darkness, you’ll beg never to see the light again.”
She met every savage thrust with greed, her nails carving red paths down my back, her body wild and unrelenting. She wasn’t breaking beneath me—she was rising with me, burning with me, consuming me.
There was no room for tenderness. No pause.
Only slick skin, gasping mouths, and the relentless rhythm of lust crashing into madness.
Only two broken souls, clinging to each other through the destruction of their sins.
I had never felt so alive and so claimed. So… seen.
The thought rattled me.
I’d once thought I knew what love felt like. I adored Zara. I worshipped our children. I would’ve died for them.
But they were gone—ripped from me by betrayal and blood. Now they haunted my dreams like soft wails from the underworld, reminders of everything I’d lost.
I forced the memory back, shoving it deep into the bowels where it belonged.
Because Alina was here.
Alina was real—feral, wicked, mine.
I stared into her eyes as I moved inside her, feeling the energy between us like a storm, violent and magnetic. But then—something flickered.
A glimpse, subtle but unmistakable.
There was a darkness in her. A wild, glimmering force just beneath the surface. Not mine. Not yet.
She was darker than I’d realized.
Much darker.
And for the first time… I wasn’t sure if she would be the one I corrupted?—
Or the one who would destroyme.
Chapter 12
Alina
Invigorated from our lovemaking, I felt weightless—as if a massive boulder had been lifted off my chest. A strange, giddy glee buzzed through my veins as I waltzed barefoot through the house, stepping over the bloodied remains of my family without a single shiver of guilt.
