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(Sarah’s POV) The moment I uttered those words—"Make me yours"—his eyes darkened with an intensity that promised to consume us both. It was a silent, potent declaration, and I felt it in every nerve ending. “Do you have any idea how much I want you, Sarah?” he whispered, his voice low, rough, and dangerous. It vibrated through me, settling deep in my core. My breath hitched. I couldn’t look away from his steel-gray gaze. It was raw, hungry, and utterly commanding, stripping away all my defenses. My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic bird trapped in a cage.

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And then he tells me he wants more from me…desires me more than any other because, like him, I have the gift. I can’t deny he’s the most handsome man I’ve ever seen, with eyes black like midnight, a jawline as sharp as his dragon’s talons, the height of a mountain, and shoulders as broad as a stream. But no amount of attraction will ever change the fact that he destroyed my life. The answer is no—and it’ll always be no. But the Death King doesn’t accept that answer. This book contains dark themes with subject matter that may be difficult for some readers.

“This isn’t a romance novel, Lila. It’s my life. And I don’t want sparks with him. I want him to leave me alone.” But deep down, a small, traitorous part of her wasn’t so sure. Meanwhile, Damien stared out at the skyline from his office, a glass of scotch in hand though the sun was barely past noon. Grace Monroe was dangerous not because she could ruin him, but because she could distract him. And Damien Blackwood didn’t allow distractions. Yet for the first time in years, he didn’t feel like a man in control. He felt like a man on the edge of something he couldn’t quite name.

The bedroom door clicks shut behind us. Moonlight floods the glass walls, turning the white sheets silver and our skin ghostly pale. The ocean crashes outside steady, relentless like it’s matching the frantic beat of my heart. Damien doesn’t rush. He backs me against the wall first hands framing my face. His mouth starts at my temple trailing a soft kiss that makes me shiver. Then my cheekbone to the corner of my eye down the line of my jaw. Every kiss is deliberate. Worshipful.

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I stretch in bed and roll onto my side, reaching for the book I left on my nightstand last night. It’s a romance novel. One of those dramatic ones with glossy covers and unrealistic men. The story is about a woman in her forties who falls in love with a billionaire ten years younger than her. The plot is ridiculous, but I like it anyway. The woman has been divorced, cheated on, and overlooked, and now suddenly she’s being adored by someone who wants her for exactly who she is. I like that for her. She has suffered enough. I sit up against my pillows and read for a while, flipping pages slowly, letting time pass without watching it. Outside, I hear a car horn and someone laughing. My phone bu

“Fuck.” Rachel stared at her phone in the hotel room. Another lonely business trip, another boring night. The steamy romance novel she’d bought at the airport wasn’t helping the growing ache between her legs. It had been weeks since her breakup, and she was horny. She decided to head down to the hotel bar. Slipping into a cocktail dress and heels, she felt good as heads turned when she walked in. She ordered a glass of wine and soon a well-dressed man named Grant slid onto the stool beside her.

“Patience, omega.” She made a sound that was half growl, half sob. “I hate you.” I smirked against her skin. “No, you don’t.” Her hands flew to my hair, gripping hard, trying to drag me up. I let her pull me just enough to meet her eyes. Hers were dark, desperate, her pupils blown. “I need...” “I know what you need.” My voice was a growl, my control shaking at the edges. But I held it, held her. “And you’ll get it. When I say so.”

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