until I saw her being dragged…
into a forced betrothal by my ruthless enemy.
He didn’t realize ruthlessness is my very foundation;
what he triggered in me painted the alley in blood,
chained her fate to mine.
Now she’s my fake fiancée…
My possession.
“Sweetheart, you could tear me apart and I’ll still f**k you until your body begs for mercy.” I tell her when she presses a hand to my wound, thinking it might break me, “pain tastes different when you’re wrapped around me.”
“You’re a monster,” she says.
And she’s right. “I am, Princessa. But I only turn savage when someone touches what’s mine.”
Yet nothing matches the savagery I’ll unleash when my enemy takes her.
Because Selene carries my heir.
And this time, I’ll paint the whole world in blood to take back what’s rightfully mine—even if it means tightening theseforbidden chains.
