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As a dark angel that ran a multibillion-dollar business with a dark reputation, there wasn’t much that got to me. But the thought of her hating me? Of her seeing my true form for the first time and cringing? It made my black little heart ache.
“Human hearts are such fragile things. You know, my father collected hearts. You’d think since he was an angel with the nickname ‘Cupid’ that he’d collect the hearts of lovers, but no. He collected the hearts of his enemies. Literally. They’re sitting up in my suite in a little case.”
I would invade her every cell. I’d make her want me. I’d make her hate to want me. And I was going to do that by doing what I’d been too kind to do before. I was going to make her mine forever.
Whether Cupid’s Arrow “worked” or not didn’t matter at this point. With or without the potion, Callum already owned me. Heart, body and soul.
So my little bird had a masochistic streak in her.
“You accept me?” I rumbled in the hellish baritone native to this form. “Then kiss me.”
He had four wings, two on each side, covered in snow-white feathers and red, beady eyes that drilled right through me.
“Oh, sweet little bird. Make no fucking mistake. I am this company. I am Cupid. And I’ll make you bleed for what you’ve done.”
Blood oozed from the two words he’d carved into my chest. BE MINE.
Callum Reaver was half angel, half demon. He was Heaven and Hell. Pleasure and pain. Salvation and suffering.
“Will you be mine, sweet little bird?” he asked in a featherlight whisper against my ear.
I’d been right. I suspected there’d be a time when Callum would have to choose between me and his dad’s company. And he was choosing me.
