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“Do you understand?” I just continued looking at him, I was in no position to continue talking. Literally. “How did it get to this?” Nathan asked me, smiling sadly. “I mean all I wanted from you was your love. Is that so bad?” He removed the gun from my head as he spoke and gestured with it in his hand. “You were this close to falling in love with me, but that Yoké had to come and ruin it all. It’s so obvious, I’m so unlucky.” Nathan then placed the gun to his own head.

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Like a dog without a leash. And even when he didn't have any romantic feelings for her, she'd grown obsessed. Possessive. She'd hurt any girl who got too close. He'd seen it countless times. The intentional shoves. The dragging on the Internet. The reputation damage. He told himself he didn't care. And he sure as hell didn't. Right now he was looking at the scene with hooded eyes– Valentina's bleeding nose, Tamsin's irritated glare, the three VASA girls behind her– and his jaw ticked once.

Others saw it differently. And she belonged entirely to the second group. Her intense jealousy proved to her that she had fallen for him completely. Yes, that was dangerous. Because when you love someone, the safest thing you can do is not throw yourself into it completely. Do not love completely. Keep a safe distance for the sake of your heart and mind. But no one actually follows that advice. Because when love knocks on our door... Then logic and reason are simply crossed out of the dictionary. And that is despite ourselves. She had loved him excessively, to the point that she felt she was not meant for anyone but him

“Now, sleep. Imagine me touching you in all the places you want me to touch you. Close your eyes, Claire.” I obeyed his words. I closed my eyes. I imagined Raviel touching me with the softness of his lips and the skill of his hands. I didn't dare to imagine more than that, even though deep down in my heart, I started to shiver at the thought of his hard, thick, solid cock touching me in my most secret part. I knew it was wrong. So wrong. But why did the wrong thing always feel so good?

His arms held me close, his hand resting possessively between my legs. “I love you, Cassandra,” he whispered, kissing my forehead. “No matter what happens with Brady or our parents. This is real.” “I love you too,” I whispered back, pressing closer. “More than anything.” The secret was still dangerous. The risks were still there. But in his arms, it felt like we could face anything.

I finally decided to write my first book. And honestly, it feels like stepping into a room I’ve always been daydreaming of but never dared to enter. The beginning might not be perfect. Still a little rough around the edges, but I promise, it only gets better. This story dives deep into a dark, addictive romance. One that’s brutal, steamy, and emotionally intense. Inside, you’ll find a captive romance, enemies-to-lovers tension, obsession, lust, second chances, betrayal, drama, a dangerously possessive antihero, and forbidden power.

I was going to be sick. All those romance novels she loved, the ones where the heroine hastily fell in love with some dangerous man who had a dark past, suddenly weren’t very sexy when it was real. When the danger wasn't metaphorical. When the blood he had on his hands wasn’t just a metaphor. I’d seen him shatter bones the night before. Saw him break another man’s leg, without a second thought. And the worst of it, what had my stomach turning with something I didn’t want to be calling revulsion, was that I wasn’t disgusted.

And, she admitted with a shiver, how dangerously she could desire someone who could break her with a look. Tomorrow would bring new lessons, new tests. And Nina knew, with the clarity of someone who has tasted danger, that she was not going to walk away. Because Dante Moretti had crossed her boundaries, and she had followed. And in the game of shadows, curiosity and survival were already entwined in ways neither of them could escape.

Fort instantly raised his gun. Evelyn moved beside the doorway. Nathaniel grabbed the edge of the desk for balance. The study door rattled violently. Once. Twice. Then stopped. The silence afterward felt suffocating. Nobody breathed. Nobody moved. Then a woman’s voice drifted through the woods. Calm. Almost pleasant. “Open the door, Julian.” Julian’s face lost all color. And suddenly I knew exactly how serious this was. Because the most dangerous man in the room looked terrified.