Selara’s POV"Say it," Ezekiel growled against my throat, his voice rough as claws dragging over silk. "Say you’re mine."The command scraped down my spine, a dark brand searing into my soul. My lips parted, breath trembling as his hand tightened around my wrist, pinning me against the stone wall of his chamber.I should have fought. Should have clawed, bit, resisted the way I always did. But the bond burned too hot between us, flooding every nerve with betrayal and hunger.“I hate you,” I whispered instead, defiant.Ezekiel’s mouth curved, wicked and sharp. His gray eyes burned molten silver in the firelight, the gaze of a predator who already owned me body and soul. He leaned in, his lips brushing the corner of my mouth, a ghost of a kiss I ached for but shouldn’t want.“Then hate me harder,” he murmured, before crushing his mouth against mine.The kiss was brutal—hot, consuming, and edged with danger. His fangs grazed my lower lip, sharp enough to draw blood, and I gasped when his
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