Morbidly sweet.
My pulse thundered as he pulled me inside, the heavy door clicking shut behind us.
A point of no return.
Chapter 52
CEZAR
Iwill have all of her, every goddamn piece of her will be mine. I’ll strip away every lingering doubt in her beautiful, destructive mind until the only thing she can think of is me.
The door shut behind us, sealing us in our own world. For a brief moment, I faltered. My body tensed, an unfamiliar uncertainty sneaking in—like I was a damn virgin.
This is different. This is Lina. This is my Petal. Everything must be perfect.
I must please her in a way that would ruin her, ensuring that no one else could ever satisfy her the way I do.
Only me, for as long as she lives.
She shifted slightly, a trace of nervousness crossing her eyes.
Even better.
I turned my back to hide the grin threatening to break through. If she saw it, she’d throw some snark my way, and I wasn’t about to lose control yet. Everything was arranged exactly how I needed it. Every detail in place.
“Are you thirsty?” The question came out casual, though I was anything but that.
I opened the mini-fridge and handed her a bottle before she could respond. She drank without pause, her throat working in slow, hypnotic movements.
Then she looked at me. Really looked.
Her gaze darkened.
“Take off your clothes, Cezar.”
No doubt. Just raw, unfiltered desire.
“Yes, my Petal.” My clothes hit the floor in a matter of seconds. The castle air chilled my skin, making every nerve feel awake, frantic, and ready to burn. I felt so fucking alive.
Her tone softened, though the command stayed woven inside it. “Cezar… I want you to do whatyouwant tonight.”
Knowing she was handing the control to me willingly set every instinct in me on fire.
I stepped in close, letting my presence swallow the space between us. My fingers traced the curve of her jaw, tilting her face up so she had to meet my eyes. “The only thing I ever want, Petal, is to please you.” My voice wavered with need. “Will you let me?”
Her and me, me and her, her and me, me and her…
Forever and ever.
Her lips parted, breathless. “Always.”
I couldn’t stop the wicked grin that surfaced as I scooped her up and tossed her onto the bed. Why the hell was she still dressed? The moment she hit the sheets, I found my knife. The blade snapped open with a sound that made me think of home.
We are meant for this violence.
Straddling her, I dragged the cold metal across her skin, slow enough to watch her breath catch. Her shirt split beneath the blade, falling in strips and scraps, revealing a lace bra she absolutely would’ve stabbed me over if I ruined it.
She smirked at me while I pulled her upright, fingers working the clasp at her back. I took the bra off carefully because I valued my life. She laid down, settling into place like a goddamn dream.
