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I think about how the fuck I will go about keeping her, because she is dead to her old life, whileher desperate with need for me I’ll be a busy ins to grow cold, and I decide to give in to the exhaustion consu off first, I step into the bedrooasp

“Oh, um Sorry”

Looking toward the bed, I turn to see Arabella hiding her face in the side of her bicep

Sly, I respond, “No need to look away, piccolina Might as well get used to led in nothing but our flesh when I ravish you the way I fucking intend to”

She peers up through her lashes, unable to hide the blush on her cheeks and the tightening of her legs under the black silk sheet

“Yeah, that ache will be fun to relieve,” I growl, gripping hter and warhs

Her eyes never leaveher watch ets me so damn close

She wants it Sure, sexually, she can’t deny what I do to her and what I could do with a touch, but I need her to want all of me Every bit of lust, craziness, and obsession Until then, I will make her starve for my touch For my fuck For my pleasure

“Fuck, I want you Tell me you like what you see” I pick up the pace, so close to co I swear I can feel her arousal all aroundher, owning her, and seeing her like this, I know she ant that, every part of it

“I do You s I shouldn’t You’re a ether

“That’s right I am a monster, but I will not be one to you Ever In ti without breaking eye contact with her Both of us breathe deeply, the sound echoing in the still rooer, because this woman has been in my life less than a day, and she’s already driven me mad

I don’t care what thisto rain down on me I don’t care that this woht out or desired before But I hate that Arabella is underskin I have to focus, bearound this bubble of lust and desire and pure fucking insanity

If I let uard down, it will be deadly for the both of us She sensesoverruled by fear Turning, I sla under th, and then I disappear into the closet, ready for the wars I’ht

For her and with her

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Arabella

What was that? What is this? What the hell is happening? It’s been less than a day I’ve been kidnapped, being held captive Yet, I’ from my own self-induced whiplash Seriously Thisin me—and I mean deep, deep in me—that feels… saved, protected Who else would feel this way under these circumstances? Well, that’s easy—any woman inside The Ruin

I’ve been captive since the day I was betrothed to Ferro, but I never teetered on this line of both want and hate I hate that another man has claimed me as some sort of property, when all I ever wanted was freedo me is one I don’t want to hate For once, I feel like I can breathe, escape from the world like I fantasized about for years Sure, I envisioned it, but who knew I’d actually be kidnapped by an insanely sexy alomaniac?

I’erous situation of my life, yet I’m not completely afraid of it in the way I should be

Mad I’ve gonemyself to truly believe the saht in shining aret out of here I’ve already gone so far as to ask him to make me come, and when he pulled away, that should’ve been the wakeup call I needed in order to snap out of this insanity I have to find a way to call et the hell away fros his claws in too deep and I end up with some twisted form of Stockholm Syndrome